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For The Last Christmas A The Vampire’s Bride Christmas Bonus Zaira sat crouched in front of the high walls that surrounded the old manor. According to some very reliable sources, this particular vampire had chosen the most obvious of clichés and decided to reside in an old castle that scared the crap out of even the most badass hunters.

Samantha woke at the crack of dawn, and looked over. There, in bed beside her, was the teenage boy. Sam. He had been so easily seduced. She almost felt bad. She knew she had violated a law in sleeping with a human, but this one was so young and fresh, she had decided to bend the rules. Why not? No one would ever know. Of course, she would never tell, and she wouldn’t keep Sam alive long enough to tell anyone himself. Once every few hundred years, she had to indulge. It was the least she could allow herself.

Again, thank you so much, and have a wonderful new year! More Books by me: Under the Moon Series: Book1 - Under the Pale Moon (vampire LGBT+) Book2 - Under the Blue Moon (werewolf LGBT+) Book 3 - Under the Crimson Moon (dragon-shifter LGBT+) Wed to the Alpha (fluffy romance/fantasy/werewolf) I am Not Your Love Story (CEO/richman LGBT+) Adventures of the Crown Series: Book1 - The Purple Wolf and the Enerawyn (fantasy/adventure, hints of LGBT+)

I made a mental note to ask her about it when we were alone. For the next few hours we were joined by more and more fae as the call for meeting spread. It was as if characters from my story books stepped from the pages and came to life to join against the New World Order. I was in such awe at the variety of characters gathering around the fire pit Jason had his men activated for the meeting that I was able to do little more than utter a few ‘wows’ and ‘oh my’ between gasps of surprise and delight. I can only imagine how my childish, ignorance was interpreted by these creatures. “You are the new queen of Vampire Land, are you not?” whispered a pert little three-inch fairy named Belle, as sh

Caitlin’s group raised their glasses back, and as Caitlin picked hers up, she saw that it was already conveniently filled with a red liquid. Caitlin sat in the lush, red velvet armchair, sinking into it, propping her elbows on its huge arms, and examined her glass. It was fine crystal, the red liquid illuminated by the huge candelabra on the table. She had a feeling she knew what it was, and as she drank, she realized she was right: blood. It coursed through her veins with a rush, energizing her, and she realized there was something else mixed in, too—some kind of alcohol. Caitlin felt it go right to her head, and felt a bit dizzy. She also felt relaxed. She realized how on-edge she’d been s

I take a step closer, my eyes lingering on the ancient letters adorning the cover. "It doesn't look like nothing," I say softly. "What is it?" Lavinia sighs, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "It's a book of spells, Winter. Dark magic. I found it in the forest a few... well, I don't know when. It's been years, though. I've been trying to understand it, figure out what it does. I thought I might find something in here that could help you locate your friend." My eyes widen. "Really?"

Excitement sparkled in my eyes. “I’ve always wanted to have outdoor sex.” I replied. For a brief moment, silence settled between us. Our eyes locked, neither of us looked away. Before I could say another word, his lips crashed against mine. The kiss quickly deepened into a messy clash of tongues, stealing the air from my lungs. My fingers slipped into his thick hair, gripping the soft strands as he wrapped his arms around my waist and effortlessly lifted me off the ground. His large hands settled firmly on my ass before delivering a series of playful little spanks.

“Wouldn’t you like to join them?” He wrapped an arm around my waist and led me down a dark hallway. As we passed closed doors, I heard moans of pleasure, screams of terror, and splattering sounds. “Some of the girls here are mortals, you know,” Salem whispered to me. “Virgins. Some incubi pay extra for the chance to deflower mortal girls . . . ” Through an open door, I glimpsed a woman bound to a bed. A ball gag muffled her screams, and she thrashed violently. Beside the bed, incubi stood chatting with drinks in their hands. One had a multi-pronged whip at his belt.

Maybe then, you'll know what to do. Afterward, she picked up her phone. Then turning slightly away from me, she mumbled over her shoulder, "I'm going to make a phone call. I'll just be a second." True to her word, Lila was only briefly on the phone before returning to my side. The rest of the evening was spent poring over books. Lila's vast knowledge of the supernatural proved invaluable. She showed me tomes that spoke of the ancient rites and rituals of the werewolf, of the powerful bonds that could form between their kind and humans

mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion* Deacon Another week has flown by in the blink of a fücking eye, since my last date with Myla. It feels like I haven't seen her in months, though.