Screwed Again |
by J. Hali Steele |
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ISBN: 978-1-60521-363-7 |
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Genre(s): Paranormal |
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Theme(s): Vampires, Shapeshifters |
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Series: Screwed |
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Length: Novella |
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Blurb:
Purple P. Rose and Peter Hard are back in another erotic bisexual romp.
Purp's partner, and used-to-be boyfriend, Richard E. Rection, is missing. New partner and lover, Peter Hard, the local vampyre enclave's king, believes he knows the culprit responsible. Purp and Peter are hot on the heels of the vamp that has Dick, and he may be rogue.
Searching for her old lover, Peter lets Purple live a little in his lusty world. He doesn't want to tell her Dick might just be having the time of his life and the vampyre who wooed him away might be filling more than Dick's nights with the delights of a lifetime.
Peter will return him -- if Purple wants him back.
Excerpt:
Screwed Again
J. Hali Steele
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Copyright ©2009 J. Hali Steele
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For the third freaking time, Purple had been drawn to the alley. The sounds, the scents, weren’t normal to her recently acquired vampyre’s acute smell, yet they were familiar. No Dick, but there was something. Her insides uncoiled and dampness threatened her thighs. This caped crusader was hot and his aroma damn alluring. The fluttering between her legs meant she’d have to delay looking for her old boyfriend. She only had to keep Peter out of her mind.
Ahh, my pretty… too late for that. Benton loved your description of him as one of your super beings.
Fuck off, Peter.
The vamp hidden in the alley stepped into view. Blond hair billowed around his shoulders, whipping across his face. Yeah, this was Dick’s type all right. Blond and beautiful. Christ, the bastard glowed.
“Bent Staff, meet your new queen.”
Purp jumped at the nearness of Peter’s voice in her ear. He’d appeared so silently she hadn’t known he was there until his cool breath brushed her neck. Spinning toward him, she raised her hand to deliver a smack.
“Did you miss me, Pretty?” He grabbed her arm in midair.
“I missed your cock, that’s all.”
“Hmm, not hungry, then I’ll leave you to enjoy dessert.” Surrounded by light, his body shimmered as he prepared to vanish.
“Peter! Wait.” Shit, she was hungry and nothing set her blood on fire like Peter’s did. Purp wasn’t stupid. Sustenance from him would keep her hunger at bay for a few days at least. Anyone else’s only worked for hours. His chuckle before his body became solid again had her itching to tear a chunk from his neck.
“Bent, why are you here?” Peter asked. “And why is the smell of Dick all over you?”
The blond vamp materialized beside Purple. Damn, this dead fucker was hot as hell. His blue eyes glistened with desire, and she wanted a piece of him. Her mouth salivated at the thought.
She also wanted to hear his answer. Purple P. Rose’s partner, Richard E. Rection had been missing for a week now and she was concerned. Since Peter Hard had entered their lives and literally taken a bite from both of them, things had been a little screwy.
Purp and Dick’s last case together had been cracked wide open at the Mons Venus and Peter had brought out a part of Dick that had not only been sexy and exciting, but was downright delicious. And she wasn’t talking about the blood either.
Dick had discovered he was bisexual. Purple became undead.
Both suited her fine when her vamp lover was around and the three of them spent heated nights together. When Peter went missing for days at a time, she became anxious and damn thirsty. Dick just couldn’t satisfy her in that area. Oh, sweet and spicy, yes -- but he wasn’t her delightfully tasty, vitamin rich, uber vamp.
Leader of an enclave of vampyres in the area, Peter, the son-of-a-bitch, had decided she was going to be his queen. Time for the queen to get a little more action. What stood next to her was a perfect morsel of manhood. Bent’s engorged dick strained the zipper of his tight jeans, and the idea of it unfurling in her hand had her cold heart’s beat kicking up a notch. The undead always smelled so fucking good.
“My lord, I’m searching for Caldran. The one you seek accompanies him.”
“Shit. Can’t I leave you in charge for one minute without all hell breaking loose?”
“My brother does not control easily.” Bent’s eyes devoured her. “Our queen is lovely.”
“Shut the fuck up, Bent. I sense your hunger. Why have you not fed?”
“I was spied by your lady. With your blood in her veins, she is strong.”
Peter’s arms encircled Purp and he pulled her against his body. The feel of his cock at her back made her shiver. “Can I drink from this one?” Unsure of the blond vamp that stood in front of her, Purp’s gaze traveled the length of his body. His long, black trench coat hung open, revealing a superb muscular body beneath it. Slightly taller and thicker than Peter’s athletic six-foot frame, he looked like a Viking god.
Her partner’s laughter bounced from the walls in the deserted alleyway. “You’ll never change, Purple. Bent is my general, the second-in-command and he carries my blood. He could feed you well. First, I must see to his needs.” She watched Peter bare his wrist and push the bigger vamp into the side of the building. “Take what you want.”
Fangs lengthened and Bent’s eyes locked on the throbbing vein in front of him. Purple’s pussy clenched and sent more moisture to the crotch of her already wet panties. Christ, could she stand to watch this and not swoon at the myriad of feelings that surfaced?
She watched as the points disappeared into Peter’s arm. While the vamp drank from his lord, Peter used his free hand to rip the material from the man’s chest. His hair was darker there than the blond waves that reached below his shoulders. Her vamp latched onto the other’s nipple, and she heard the sucking noise created by pulling at the nub.
Bent’s moan shattered the silence and was quickly followed by the sound of a zipper. “Yes, my lord, take it out.”
Purple couldn’t stand it anymore. Her own pants were undone and she shoved her hand inside to minister to her aching clit. The musky odor of sex filled the alley, Bent’s and hers. “Umm, guys, I’m alone here, doing myself with two big bad vampyres standing inches from me. What does that say about both of you?”
Raising his head, Peter said, “Your turn will come…”
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