Jayne Ann Krentz Books Novels & Stories

Lena stepped in wearing an oversized t-shirt that barely reached the bottom of her ass and panties I could just see the edge of when she moved. Her hair was messy from bed, nipples clearly stiff under the thin cotton. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, eyes locked on me. “Couldn’t sleep with all that noise you make out here,” she said, voice low but sharp. “What are you even doing at this hour, Jay? Jerking off to the thought of me again?” I turned around slowly, wiping my hands, my tank top already off and tossed on a stool. My dick jumped in my shorts at the sight of her legs, smooth and bare, ready to spread.

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

JACE "Why did you book an appointment with that lady?" Lydia asked barging into the office. "Hey. Hold on, what's going on? Why are you boiling in anger?" I asked staring at her. "That b**ch just talked back at me. She called me a b**chy judge." She said and I felt like laughing but I controlled it. "Wow I never knew she was that brave. No one has ever spoken back at you. I guess you have a rival now." I said smiling.