Lesbian Vampire Romance Books Novels & Stories

With her eyes close, she distinguished them by the touch of their hands, the feel of their bodies, and the style of their kiss. Her body heated. Her arousal spiraled, and she panted. Dream or not, she wanted them, wanted them both. And here, where nothing was truly real, she could do it. Have her vampire lover and the werewolf, too, with no one the wiser. She moaned her assent, and their hands tore at her garments, touching her bare skin andÉ She woke suddenly, her skin damp with a sheen of perspiration, the towel lost and the sheets twisted around her bare limbs.

Slowly, he finishes with, “Yes, her name is Amber Parks.” “Oh good, she would be a fun addition. I liked her. She is something of a conidium, though. I could put my finger on it, but there is something different about her.” “She is a half-blood, hybrid vampire. I didn’t know until last night.” “Wow, that is a thing? I didn’t know that existed, Dom. I mean all these years, and that must be the first, right?”

She pushed out and into his thrusts and pushed her shoulder s back harder into the wall, increasing the tension on her clamped nipple. She seemed hardly able to breathe, but she didn’t fight it. Instead, she held on for dear life, her senses filled with the sound, the smell, the feel of their mutal arousal. Her eyes burned, but she kept them locked on his, hungry, needing more. Even if he couldn’t read her thoughts, he’d see it in her eyes—she wanted more. She wanted him. His wolf, Fenri, surged forward to claim what was his. Moments like this made Eamon grateful his wolf was dominant, it was not unheard of for a vampire's hunger to accidentally kill a mate before claiming.

Sometimes, I wondered if my father was alive, if he would ever love me or he would have joined my mother in her gimmicks. It took minutes before I realized that I had not even opened the first page of the boom and then it came clear that my mind was on Jasmine. My wolf was simply overjoyed and never wanted to leave. I could still see her smile, feel her warmth embrace and a lot of other things. But now,I really have to forget about Jasmine now till I'm sure she's really my fated mate and focus on my books. I have read a lot of book collections and they were mainly on paranormal, supernatural and mystical activities.

A slow, cruel smile curved her lips. Damon’s mate. “Step away from her, Damon,” she purred. “She’s mine now.” Ariana struggled to rise, her hybrid form shaking violently. The woman’s eyes locked onto her like a predator claiming a prize. “The Eclipse needs its weapon,” she said softly. “And you, little Luna, belong to me.”

There were many secrets about the three of them that sparked my curiosity, but the most important one was Lexy. Where was she now and why did she come and go so easily as if she had never really left this place? And one more thing... Lydia. Who was this woman? Why did she feel familiar to me? Bold lipstick, sharp gaze, and her neat appearance... they were all familiar as if I had seen her before. If she's not a real lycan, what does she want from Ben besides power? Is there an element of romance in it? Or... revenge? *** I stood in front of the mirror, took off my bathrobe, and looked at my slightly protruding belly. I touched it gently. I felt life inside it—not just ordinary life.

Blurb Lyra's world shattered into a million pieces the night she found her destined mate, Alpha Kieran, locked in a passionate embrace with another woman at his birthday party. With cold finality, he rejected her as his mate and publicly chose the Beta's daughter instead. Broken and humiliated, Lyra crossed paths with a wounded Vampire being hunted by her own family and the pack's hunters. One reckless act of compassion changed everything. When the people she trusted abandoned her and left her to face death alone, the Vampire stepped out of the shadows, ready to break every rule for her sake. What began as a debt of gratitude quickly became something far more dangerous. The powerful Vam

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

I accused, my voice trembling with hurt and betrayal. Drake's anguished cry pierced the air. "No, Yvonne, I would never betray you like that. I swear it," he pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. I stared at him, disbelief mingling with the pain in my heart. "Then how? How do you know about werewolves and vampires?" I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. With a heavy heart, Drake approached me, his expression filled with sorrow. "I know who you are, Yvonne Brooks. The daughter of Arthur and Catherine Brooks, the heiress of the Moonlight Pack. I know that you're a werewolf," he confessed softly.

Rice herself wrote several more books in what subsequently became known as the Vampire Chronicles, some of which were later adapted for film. The vampire as a misunderstood romantic hero picked up steam in the later part of the 20th century, particularly in the United States. In 1978 Chelsea Quinn Yarbro began publishing her series of Count Saint-Germain books, the main character of which is a vampire of moral character whose bite is an erotic experience. In many tales vampires are characterized as promiscuous, their appetite for human blood paralleling their sexual appetite. In 1991 Lori Herter published Obsession, one of the first vampire novels to be categorized as romance rather than sci