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Blurb:
A beast does not know that he is a beast, and the nearer a man gets to being a beast, the less he knows it.
-- George MacDonald
After years of self-denial, Dr. Nathan Greer is finding it harder to live with his inner beast. He was made a vampire against his will, and trying to live a "normal" life has become a dangerous game. He has no choice but to seek help from a master vampire.
Guillermo Perez, Kansas City's oldest Vampire and owner of the night club
Corazon de la Muerte, is powerful, sexy, and more self-assured than anyone Nathan has ever known. The last thing Nathan ever expects is to fall under the spell of this hot-blooded Vamp -- and he certainly didn't plan to enjoy himself in the process.
A surprising path lies before Nathan and Guillermo: electrifying sex, a killer seeking power, a jealous ex-lover, a 700-year-old Viking blood servant, a religious mother who meddles, a fanatical group of ancient vampires hell bent on destroying them, and a terrible glimpse at one possible future. On this journey, Nathan must face a terrible choice. Can he embrace his beast or will he be devoured by it?
This collection contains the previously released novellas in the Beast series: Taking Back Control, Eat Your Heart Out, Old Ways, New Days, Soul Tripping, and Rock the Line, as well as a short story in the Beast world previously published as an encounter in the Cheeky Changeling e-zine.
Excerpt:
The Beast
Reneé George
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Copyright ©2010 Reneé George
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The rubber between the swinging doors sighed as Dr. Nathan Greer stepped into the corridor, his lab jacket swishing with the rhythm of his footsteps. He'd seen only one patient in the last three hours, a minor head injury from a drunken misunderstanding. His focus was the break room, his intent, a smoke. Fumbling through his pockets for his Marlboros, he pulled out a cigarette and palmed his lighter.
A static tingle ran down his spine.
Nathan had always been one of those people who attracted electricity from the air. He hated getting out of his car after driving, detested shaking hands with people, avoided touching clothes and such, because the little shocks were a pain in the ass. But since the change, static electricity running through him had been a warning.
It meant sex. And that sex meant bad things might happen to good or at least the not-so-bad people.
A warm flush fell over him and heat from the walls caressed his skin. It was definitely sex. Unbidden, he reached for the source. His smooth fingers dragged along the wall until they touched the supply closet door. His palm was on fire. A fever spread up Nathan's arm.
Oh God! It was happening again.
His body trembled and the driving need roared in his ears. He reached up and ran his hand through his coarse, brown hair. Exhaling tentatively, he listened to hushed noises coming from the closet. Slowly, he reached for the knob, opening the door just wide enough to peer into the dimly lit room.
Jeanine Antrose, one of the operating room nurses, lay naked on the supply table. She arched her back, full round breasts with erect nipples pointing skyward. Nathan shifted his stance to accommodate his semi-erection.
As he watched Jeanine, a stinging pain made him close his eyes when they slipped from human to less than human. He bit his lip hard enough to break the soft skin and slid his tongue over the split flesh. The dark blood was not satisfying. His eyelids rolled to a close.
Shit. What am I doing here? he questioned, but he couldn't force his body to leave. Unable to resist, he opened his eyes to watch.
A man rested on his knees in front of Jeanine. Bulky muscles made it obvious that he worked out with weights to an obsession. Blond curls danced against his back while his mouth rained kisses up her leg, leaving a glistening trail on her smooth skin. His hands caressed the inside of her thighs as he languidly ran his tongue over her flesh.
A small gasp of pleasure escaped her barely parted lips and sweat shimmered on her flat stomach. Jeanine's hands untangled from her long, dark mane and moved down her chest. Her fingers tweaked her tightly drawn nipples before rubbing down her abdomen until she touched the curly ends of her pubic hair.
Nathan's muscles tightened and his hard erection pressed outward on his Dockers. He knew it was dangerous to stay. He could feel the pounding of their hearts beating in unison. The heated blood rapidly coursing through their veins brought a flush to their bared flesh and warmed his body even more.
I need to stop watching.
His eyes refused to turn away.
The blond man lapped her dripping sex. His tongue moved enthusiastically in and out of her pussy. A shuddering breath escaped her mouth and she grabbed her lover's hair, pulling him up. His lips fell hard against hers. The outside of her mouth shone wet over mauve remnants of wasted lipstick. Her lover's strong hands pulled her to a standing position. Those same hands lingered over her large, soft breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples. Moving closer, she kissed his neck and down his chest, biting him playfully, tugging on his nipples with her teeth.
His gasp was followed with a sucking breath. Jeanine licked the line of hair that ran down his abdomen, squeezing his hard shaft with her agile hands. Her tongue licked over the tip, then slipped it into her mouth. She worked her mouth over him back and forth, slowly at first. He flung his head back and moaned.
The slight tingling Nathan had felt earlier now felt like thousands of needles pricking his skin. "Oh fuck," he whispered.
Nathan's world became cloudy for a moment. His eyes dilated to accommodate the darkness. Retractable fangs slid forward over human incisors. It was nearly too late to stop watching.
His Beast laughed from within. The Beast knew it was already far too late.
Nathan watched the muscular man lift Jeanine. Grabbing a handful of her thick hair, he forced her forward onto the table. A smile played on her lips while his free hand steadied his body to slide into her with practiced ease.
Jeanine panted loudly with every thrust. Her lover grabbed her thighs, lifting her legs off the ground, using them like handles to pull her against his rigid shaft in assertive, rhythmic movements.
Nathan dug his fingernails into the palm of his hand. Red stains appeared on his white lab coat. Hunger and lust surged through him until he felt he would pass out.
"This feels so good. Faster. Faster," Jeanine said breathlessly.
The man obliged her, attacking her body with an onslaught of aggressive thrusts.
"I'm going to explode," she told him, her voice two octaves lower than normal.
Nathan's inner demon forced its dark thoughts into his mind. It was so close to completely taking over his entire body.
He wants this! The Beast can't have this! Nathan's mind screamed. He couldn't allow his demon to win this battle, but Nathan's will could not match the hunger of the Beast.
"Nathan?" a quiet voice asked from behind him.
His body stiffened and he pulled the door closed. The voice belonged to Sandra Jackson, an attending physician and friend. He kept his back to her. She reached out and touched his shoulder. It was all he could do to keep his Beast from turning around and ripping out her throat.
His shoes barely made a sound as he fled down the corridor.
"Nathan!" she called out.
Explaining would come later. He would tell her he suddenly felt sick and had to vomit, a flu bug of some kind. For now, getting the hell out of there before he killed somebody was the most important thing on the agenda.
He found his way to the roof of the hospital. Normalizing his body was a challenge. His lungs expanded as he tried to inhale maximum amounts of cool air. It was so hard to change back to human form. He beat his fists against his forehead, trying to force the mutation out, and finally curled up into a ball next to a heating pipe.
"Doctor Greer?" a soft voice asked.
Sandra had found him.
"Leave me alone," he growled.
"Nathan," she said with a mixture of concern and uncertainty.
The warmth of her body drawing closer to him made his eyes slip again. He wanted to scream at her to go away but was afraid if he moved his demon would take over. It was taking every ounce of his energy to hold it in check.
He felt her touch his back.
He roared as if in pain and reared away from her. Startled, she fell back onto the graveled rooftop. It had been a long time since he had felt this much out of control. Her fear was like an exotic perfume, arousing him even more. Glowing green eyes turned to face her. Sandra screamed, scrambling backwards on all fours, trying to put distance between them. With lightning speed, he closed the gap in one giant leap.
He used one hand to hold her down.
She screamed again.
He shoved her hard against the small pebbles and pinned her beneath him.
"I want to taste you," he snarled. Those five little words evoked the response he most wanted from her.
Fear. Her blue eyes flared wide with terror.
His monster chuckled.
With nothing human left, claws that had once been hands ripped at her soft-peach lab coat and tore at the turtleneck sweater until her throat was completely visible. The Beast barely noticed her small, firm breasts. She struggled against him.
Nathan watched the blood that flowed through her veins pump faster and faster. He reached down, grabbed the back of her head and wrenched her trembling body up to him. The fullness of her neck captivated him. The rush of her pulse pounded in his head until he could no longer hear her screams. This was what his monster wanted, what he had denied himself for three years.
He flung his head backwards, ready to strike with fangs protracted to their full length.
A solitary voice wormed its way into the darkness that filled his mind. He hesitated, slowly becoming aware of his body. Frantic fists beat against his chest and shoulders. The voice reverberated in screams and sobs until it penetrated the cloud of his demon. It reached down into the depths of his being.
"Nathan,
no! No, Nathan... no, please... Nathan.
Stop!"
Her voice reached that hidden place in his mind -- the place Nathan retreated to when the Beast came out to play. Instantly, Nathan released her. Sandra's body dropped hard to the ground. Eyes still less than human looked into her desperate, terrified face. She fled backwards, trying to pull the torn remnants of her clothing over her bared flesh.
"I'm sorry," he groaned, anguish pouring through his body. He pounded his fists against his head, all the while hating his monster, hating himself.
The look of horror in Sandra's eyes was mixed with pity. The fact that he still wanted to drink, nay, bathe in her warm red blood sickened him. The sight of her, scared and helpless, with him wanting her because of it, was more than Nathan could stand. He turned and ran to the edge of the building. He looked back at her once before he jumped, landing with a solid thud on both feet, three stories down.
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