Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-796-1
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Vampires
Length: Novella
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-796-1
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Vampires
Length: Novella
Blurb:
Restless and frustrated by his continual isolation, Teladorian visits Station X, his favorite underground dance/sex club. Before he can connect with a willing partner, he senses a female’s distress. He’s reluctant to involve himself in matters that don’t concern him, but no one else reacts to the woman’s terror.
Sophie sneaks away to Station X for a long-awaited night of passion. Rather than her lover, Sophie is greeted by three male vampires bent on her destruction. She feels her life slipping away when a stranger bursts into the room and drives off her attackers.
One impulsive kindness lands Teladorian in the middle of a vampire clan war. Sophie is unsure who she can trust, yet fascinated by her enigmatic rescuer. Unable to ignore the volatile attraction growing between them, she allows him to hide her for a few days while they figure out who is trying to kill her.
Sophie sneaks away to Station X for a long-awaited night of passion. Rather than her lover, Sophie is greeted by three male vampires bent on her destruction. She feels her life slipping away when a stranger bursts into the room and drives off her attackers.
One impulsive kindness lands Teladorian in the middle of a vampire clan war. Sophie is unsure who she can trust, yet fascinated by her enigmatic rescuer. Unable to ignore the volatile attraction growing between them, she allows him to hide her for a few days while they figure out who is trying to kill her.
Excerpt:
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Dance music pulsed through Teladorian’s body, the sensation nearly as intoxicating as the sexually charged atmosphere of Station X. The club was exclusive and obscenely expensive, which kept unseemly altercations to a minimum.
Teladorian sat in a corner booth near the back of the bar, his features lost in shadow. His gaze assessed the crowd with predatory indifference. Undulating bodies crowded the dance floor, rubbing, pressing -- wanting. He understood their hunger, sensed their desire, and shared their restlessness.
Females wandered toward him, some unaware of their actions, others blatant with their invitations. He avoided eye contact and allowed his companion to send them away with a glare or a terse warning.
“You better make a move soon, my friend, or you’re going to cause a scene.”
Azariel’s conclusion was accurate, but Teladorian dreaded the inevitable end. He’d select a female, or two, from the eager throng and take them to the room he’d reserved upstairs. They’d fuck and he’d feed from their sexual energy until they were too exhausted to move. Then he’d muddle their memories so all they remembered was a night of sexual excess with an unremarkable man.
Meaningless. Hollow. He’d grown weary of the endless routine.
“What about the blonde?” Azariel nodded toward one of the six females who had crowded into a booth beside theirs.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Teladorian sighed. “Perhaps this can wait --”
“If you don’t feed tonight, this will be that much harder tomorrow.” Azariel chuckled. “Literally and figuratively.”
He knew his friend was right. His effect on women ran tandem to his hunger. The longer he waited to feed, the more aggressive females became. “Just once, I’d like my partner to remember me in the morning.”
“According to your mother, it will happen. You’ll find your mate, and the ‘curse’ will be broken.”
Teladorian shook his head. “My mother is hopelessly romantic. True love can’t rewrite my physiology. This hunger is a biological function, not some mystic curse.”
“Then make your choice. The candidates are growing restless.”
“They aren’t the only ones. You seem a bit…” He raised his head and stared into the distance. Fear bombarded his mind, making his heart pound and his fingers clench.
“What’s wrong?” Azariel scooted toward the edge of the booth. Tall and broad-shouldered, he transformed from friend to protector in the blink of an eye.
“I’m not sure.” Another wave of terror set Teladorian in motion. He scooted out of the booth and crept along the perimeter of the room, doing his best not to draw attention to himself.
It made no difference. Heads turned and lust spiked all around him. He tuned out the desire and focused on the fear. “Can’t you feel it?”
“You know I’m not empathic.” Azariel grasped his arm, slowing his progress and demanding his attention. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“Someone’s in trouble. Serious trouble.” Twisting out of Azariel’s grasp, he headed for a staircase nestled in the opposite corner of the room. “I can sense her fear.”
“Bronstein’s security is top notch. Do we need to be involved in this?”
“Security would have responded by now if they were aware of the crisis.” Anger twisted through the fear. She was desperate to escape, determined to overcome… whatever she was battling. They took the stairs two at a time, Azariel half a step behind Teladorian. “This way.”
Nondescript doors lined the corridor, discreet number plates all that distinguished one room from another. A muffled cry confirmed their destination. Teladorian stepped back then kicked the door. The frame splintered and the door swung inward, hitting the wall with a resounding bang.
A slender woman sprawled on the bed, three male vampires bent over her writhing body. Blood made the air sharp, and fury surged through Teladorian, driving the woman’s emotions from his mind. The vampire near her head looked up, blood dripping from his fangs as he snarled. Teladorian launched an energy pulse with the wave of his hand. The vampire slammed against the far wall, his sharp cry ending in a grunt.
Azariel raised his hands and fire erupted around his fingers. The radiance intensified with overt menace along with the ferocity of his expression.
“Release her,” Teladorian snapped.
“This has nothing to do with you, demon,” one of the vampires sneered.
“We don’t see it that way.” He moved closer.
The bold vampire leapt across the bed and propelled himself at Teladorian. Azariel sent a glowing stream of energy arcing through the room, intercepting the vampire in midair. The vampire’s shirt burst into flames as he crashed to the floor. He screamed, rolling across the carpet in a frantic attempt to smother the fire.
“This isn’t over.” The remaining vampire raised his arms and all three disappeared.
Teladorian rushed to the bed, ignoring the sudden unsteadiness in his legs and the way his hands trembled. The woman lay still, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. Her long hair spilled across the bedding, a hint of red shimmering through the dark strands. Delicate and pale, her features appeared doll-like, too perfect for any living being. His heart lurched at the thought and he pressed his fingers against the side of her throat.
Her eyelids flew open, her gaze burning with ravenous demand. She grabbed his arm with both hands and bit into his wrist.
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