Sunday, October 31, 2010

Please Welcome My Very Special Halloween Birthday Guest Lex Valentine

Halloween Blitz

It’s my birthday and I’ll talk about whatever I want! HA! Yes, Halloween is my birthday and since I’m hanging here at Tonya’s today I thought I’d just throw a whole hodgepodge of Halloween related stuff at you. Feel free to latch onto the things that interest you most and bombard me with questions in the comments. I like comments! (You do not have to wish me a happy birthday in comments. I’ve decided that maybe I’d skip this year so I don’t have to be 50.)

Anywho…GHOSTS! Everyone always asks me if I’ve seen one in the cemetery where I work. The answer is…NO. I don’t believe in ghosts so of course they aren’t going to show themselves to me. Would you show yourself to some yahoo who didn’t believe in you? I don’t think so. However, I can give you a taste of ghosts from my novella Rousing Caine which is about a ghost and a man who has given up on love.

Jason jerked his head up, staring through the glass shower door at Caine, who stood, fully clothed in jeans and a t-shirt just inside the bathroom door. A solemn, sad expression turned the ghost’s handsome face into a cool mask. A trickle of fear iced Jason’s heart.

“You don’t have to think or feel anything, Jason.” Caine took a couple of steps forward and Jason saw that he was barefoot. “I’m leaving. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. I’m not sure why I did. I guess something in your emotions roused me, called to me. I had to come to you. But I can see now that I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry, Jason.”

Caine’s blue eyes glinted with emotion as he turned to leave, his form shimmering as it dissolved. Jason blinked as he realized he could see through Caine’s body. The force of his own emotions slammed into Jason in that instant. The trickle of fear that wrapped itself around his heart grew exponentially in the few seconds it took for Caine to reach for the doorknob with a hand that was rapidly fading.


Jason couldn’t stop himself. His heart pounded in his chest as if he’d run a marathon. His throat felt as dry as the Sahara. With jerky movements, he shut off the water and opened the shower door, striding toward Caine, whose form continued to shimmer but stopped fading. He grabbed one muscular bicep in his wet hand, thankful that the ghost was still solid enough to touch. He spun Caine around.

“Why? Just tell me why you love me,” he asked, desperate for some kind of answer, but he didn’t know what.

Caine’s blue eyes softened. “Because I heard you laugh and I couldn’t help myself. I looked up and saw you laughing with a child, the son of a customer, and… and… I just knew I loved you.” Raw, ragged emotion filled the ghost’s voice and he spoke as if he had no control over it. “I don’t know why. I just knew.”

*sigh* I just love Jason and Caine….but… next question I’ve been asked a lot about the cemetery. Have I ever had sex in the cemetery. Me? At the cemetery I work at? And risk my job? NUH UH. And in point of fact, I’ve not had sex in any cemetery. It doesn’t squick me out but it’s just not the sort of thing Rott and I would do. Especially after a dozen years together. However, that didn’t stop me from writing about sex in the cemetery on three different occasions. One is in my most recent release Sunstroked. Corey and Seth have oral sex while hidden in the trees. Another is my last release Common Ground. Cemetery owner Marius masturbates in his office while looking out the window at his mate Sair. And finally, in my very first book Shifting Winds, Declan and Elysia have sex in a mausoleum while dressed in costume on Halloween. Kinky huh? Here’s a little taste…

Their mouths slid together, tongues and lips and fangs meeting in a sensual dance while Declan pressed Elysia’s shoulders against the cold marble of the crypts. His hands tilted her hips and he pressed his cock deep within her in a single thrust. Elysia’s eyes rolled back in her head as the head of his cock hit her G spot. He held her at the perfect angle and she wondered how many women he’d fucked in this position.

Her legs wound around him, her entire weight resting on his arms. She pulled up the tank top, her full breasts rubbing against his chest. He sucked on her tongue and rotated his hips. Her clit ground against his pubic bone and she moaned. Sounds of pleasure emerged from her with every rough twist of his hips and thrust of his cock.

He tried to silence her with kisses, but she was desperate to touch him. Her mouth and hands feverishly roamed every part of him that she could reach. She couldn’t stop touching him as she rode his cock, thrusting against him, her pussy gripping him tightly, her lust swollen flesh aching for release. He nipped her throat and a loud groan escaped her.

“Holy fuck!” he whispered as he thrust into her. She instinctively clamped down on his pistoning cock at his words, making it even tighter for him.

Another moan burst from her, but this time it was punctuated by the sound of footsteps echoing in the distance. Elysia blinked up at Declan. They couldn’t stop now! She grabbed his hood and pulled it down over his head. He leaned into her body, the black robe covering most of her. Declan bent his head to her face, taking her mouth in a deep kiss, the hood concealing both their faces.

The footsteps drew closer, but filled with adrenaline and lust, Elysia ignored them, pushing herself against Declan’s hard body. The sound of his rough breathing filled her ears and she moaned again as he flexed within her. His pelvis rocked against hers, pressing on her clit. Heated waves of pleasure lashed her and as the footsteps neared the end of the corridor where they stood twined around each other, she felt the ripples start within her. Declan’s cock swelled and he thrust up into her hard.

With a loud groan she came, her body jerking in orgasm as the shadow of a man fell across the end of the corridor. Declan leaned into her, pushing her against the crypts as he pumped his cock into her pussy one last time, his orgasm bursting over him. He growled loudly as his cum bathed her spasming pussy. Her flesh clutched at him and she felt his skin ripple with the force of his orgasm.

“Madre de Dios! Es la Muerte!”

The frightened whisper interrupted their mutual orgasm, but neither of them could look at the terrified cemetery worker. Moments later, he was gone, running from the building, howling again to the Mother of God about seeing Death.

See how hot the cemetery can be if you have the right kind of imagination and you’ve paired up a black dragon of a man with a sexy female vampire? Rawr!

I’m often asked if working in the cemetery freaks me out. Again, my answer would be NO. But there are things that freak out everyone from spiders to flying. In my soon to be released novella Rock My World, Gia, the heroine, is terrified of flying. Since I’m not afraid to fly I had to think about how I would feel if I were terrified. What I discovered is that seriously hot men can distract from any fear. Let’s see how Sin’s hotness distracts Gia…

Gia loved the sound of Sin’s voice in her ears singing a rocking ballad as she touched him. The shaking of the plane faded into the distance as she fucked his mouth with her tongue. Takeoff became a blur of heated touches and escalating passion. The cabin pressure had nothing on the pressure between her thighs as she deepened the kiss, giving him more of her mouth and taking more of his tongue. Her world narrowed to the circle of Sin’s arms.

One night. All it had taken for her to fall for Sinclair Carstens was a single night. Of course, it had been the most spectacular night of her life, and keeping things cool and fun had been difficult. She wanted to be possessive. She wanted to be fierce. She wanted to own Sin Carstens—body, heart, and soul—the way he now owned her. If she didn’t have the proof of her own aching heart and wet pussy, she would still scoff at the notion of love at first fuck. Certainly, she’d teased James about that phenomenon when he’d met his wife. He’d probably return the favor now.

Sin cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples into stiff points. The iPod, smooshed between them, clicked off. Gia’s ears hummed as the music stopped, allowing her to hear the loud guffaw that came from behind them.

“I’d tell you to get a room, but then the john would be occupied until we land.”

James and Derek laughed uproariously at James’ joke. Breaking the kiss, Gia unsnapped her seatbelt and twisted in her seat, glaring at her bandmates.

“Fucktards,” she growled.

Derek pointed to James. “He said it. Not me. Don’t get yer bloomers in a bunch,” he said with a grin, his British accent heavier than usual because of his mirth.

“Damned fag.” Gia’s words held no heat and she stuck her tongue out at the tattooed drummer.

“You just wish you could suck cock as good as me.” Derek winked broadly at her.

Sin twisted in his seat and opened his mouth to speak, but Gia slapped her palm over it. He blinked in surprise and James and Derek burst out laughing.

“No need to defend your woman to us, mate,” Derek told him. “We’re sure she blows ya better’n a brass trumpet. Or is that strumpet?”

“Oh, for God’s sake.” Gia whipped around in her seat, pulling Sin down. “Just ignore them. They’ll go away in a few minutes.”

So that’s a few things I’m asked about working in a cemetery. And a few tastes of my work. For more tastes, hop on over to my website where you’ll find blurbs and excerpts for all of my books. If you have questions about cemeteries or mortuaries, Halloween birthdays, or writing about paranormal creatures like vampires and werewolves please do ask them in comments and I’ll try to answer them as soon as I can!

Many thanks to Tonya for having me here on Halloween! It’s really capped off my Halloween…and my birthday!

Thank you Lex for stopping by on your birthday...and this post was extra extra hot!!! Hope you have the best birthday:)

Friday, October 29, 2010

Review The Unnecessary Bodyguard by Evie Balos

The Unnecessary Bodyguard

Book 1 of the Dhampir Series

Evie Balos

Cobblestone Press

Length: Novella (around 15,000 words)

ISBN: 978-1-600088-580-8

Rating: 5 Dhampir’s



Nina Bradley doesn’t pay attention to her friend’s premonition that she’ll be attacked by a vampire. She discovers Daphne’s assigned a dhampir bodyguard to her and clearly objects. Worse, she finds him terribly attractive, but he’s half vampire. They don’t suit. A good reason to stop fantasizing about him.

Jovan Markovic wants to keep things professional between him and his beautiful client, but his desire for her is spiraling out of control. He ought to assign someone else to the case, but he won’t. He ought to use his lover to erase Nina from his mind, but he can’t…

My Review:

Wow! This was a page turner from the beginning and all the way through to the end. I didn’t want the story to end. Even when I wasn’t reading the book I was constantly thinking about Nine and Jovan and the struggles they were going through. The emotional attachment I have for these two have grown strong and I only wanted the best for them. The connection between them is remarkable. Ms. Balos used descriptive words and painted a picture in the readers mind, it honestly felt as though I were watching a movie at times, but with all the bonus features a book can only offer.

And I have to wait for book 2? I hardly think that’s fair! I’m sure it’ll be just as vivid as this story if not more so. I can’t wait to see what’s next from Evie Balos, she’s an author I’ve added to my ‘watch-out for’ and this is a book you should add to your ‘to be read pile’.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Q and A with Jodie Pierce

The Vampire Queen Q & A

Here we are with the Author Jodie Pierce talking with her about her latest book, The Vampire Queen, due out April 2011. Tell us what it’s about.

A young woman awakes to find out not only is she an important Countess but she is also the very first or 'Ancient One' as she is called by her subjects. Her memories of being a vampire or anyone are gone so she must relearn everything (from spells to flying) from the people around her, but can they be trusted? She also learns her main objective as the old Countess was purifying the vampire race and wishes to continue with that work. The 'Others', powerful and evil vampires, attempt to use her memory loss to their advantage. They had been trying to entice her to their side for centuries. Struggling to remember her past, battling the 'Others' and coping with her new life keep the Countess busy throughout this spellbinding and thrilling novel. Will she succeed in her goals or will the 'Others' win her over to their side this time around?

Q. Does the Queen feel protected/safe?

A. She’s unsure who she can trust at this point. Everybody is a danger to her.

Q. What does she remember from her past?

A. Nothing.

Q. Who are the ‘Others’?

A. They are a group of other vampires that are evil and would use her powers and skills for their benefit.

Q. How scary is it to wake up one day and not remember who you are?

A. Very scary, I’m sure. For the Queen, she doesn’t know who you can trust, who she was or who she is going to become. It’s all influenced by those around her. Imagine if the ‘Others’ had found her resting place and she had been woken by them how different things would have been.

Q. Is there a man or woman in her life?

A. Yes, there is someone special in her life but I’m not going to go into it right now. It’s more fun the let the readers speculate.

Q. Why is it important to her to purify her race?

A. She doesn’t want vampires around that are throw-aways. Vampires that have been made for unclean purposes-like for an army, without love, etc. This has always been very important to her.

Q. What is this “Bloodstone”?

A. It is a real gemstone. It inspires courage, purifies and regulates blood flow.

Thanks so much Jodie for stopping by today on my blog. I've really enjoyed these posts from you. I look forward to having you stop by again soon!!

The Vampire Queen's Halloween Poetry

Witches, goblins, ghosts & black cats

Candy corn, candied apples

Carved pumpkins and painted faces

For an excellent Halloween these things do make!

The night is black as death and lingers on

Vermin eyes flash at a quick glance

Porch lights and flashlight are the only beacons

For the crowds of trick or treaters.

From atop the roof the vampire sat waiting and watching

Waiting for the straying child or parent

The one he could make his meal for tonight

For it was Halloween and he wanted a treat too!

The moonlight filled the streets with its luminescence

The sidewalks were filled with children in costumes

The houses were decorated for Halloween

The city became a mystic, magical place to be.


Impale me upon your fangs

Tear into me ravenously

Drink my blood not spilling a drop

Allow me your precious blood as well

Take me as your child, your pupil and your lover

Make me yours for all eternity.

"Sweet Awakening"

He watches her as she sleeps

The slow rise and fall of her chest

As she takes long, deep breaths

The hot and humid air temperature

Creates a steam that rises off her body

Pieces of her hair are matted to her forehead from her sweat

Yet she is still beautiful to him.

The pinkpricks on her neck heal instantly

Yet he knows where they are

And goes the same place every night

When she turns violently ill and the doctors can't figure it out

He knows what it is and he's waiting for her

Not soon enough for him, she is pronounced dead.

She rises to see him sitting in a chair with his fingers steepled and pressed to his grinning lips

They both rise together but tentatively move towards each other

They embrace each other and then go off to embrace eternity together.

"My Lover"

He moves through the shadows but you'll never see him

My Lover, my fiend

Always looking for his next victim

My lifemate, my beast

Carefully picking his prey and feeding

My kindred spirit, my vampire

Feeling the blood pump through his veins once again!

"No Longer"

Your heart no longer beats for your love or out of necessity

Your insides no longer get that butterfly feeling or any feeling at all

You can empathasize but your feelings are long gone

You no longer have the human sentiments you once had

You cannot image one loving you to the point of no return

To the point of becoming like you, the monster you believe you are

Giving themselves freely to you in every manner

You no longer wish that on anybody even if it would mean you wouldn't be alone forever.

Trinity: A Halloween Short Story by The Vampire Queen

As she stood in the store comparing costumes and prices a thin, cold male hand reached forward and grabbed her by the shoulder. His face was next to hers and the coldness from his skin radiated off him and onto her. She suddenly had the chills.

“The Victorian dress would look the best on you with your bone structure and posture” he whispered into her ear almost sensually. She took a step forward and turned around to face this man who thinks he knows what’s best for her without knowing her. She came face to face with a gorgeously thin, tall but pale man with medium length black hair and ice blue eyes. He was dressed in all black except for his name tag. ‘He was very sexy’ she thought to herself however she was steaming mad.

“Just who do you think you are?” Trinity asked as the blood started to rise from her neck to her face.

“Oh. Let me introduce myself. I’m Jason and I work here in the Costume/Holiday Department” he said smiling to himself, his hands clasped behind his back. She took a deep breath and started to calm down. “I just saw you debating over the two costumes so I thought I’d give you my expert opinion” he smiled again.

“Expert?!” she hissed. “Expert, in this rinky dink little store of yours? Do you like to scare all of your customers like that?” she demanded.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…” he said but she cut him off with a wave of her hand. She threw down both costumes and stormed out of the store to her car and drove off in a huff. He was left standing there dumbfounded. He took off his name tag, stuck it in his pocket and snuck out the back like he’d come in. She’d be back. He was sure of it.


All day at work she had been reminded that they were having a Halloween Party in just over two weeks. They basically told everybody that they are expected to have a costume and participate. This depressed Trinity. This time of year really got to her with all her Halloween superstitions and it being her birthday. No one at work knew it was her birthday and that’s just the way she wanted it. It was going to be her thirtieth birthday and all she wanted was a quiet dinner at her parents’ house that were still together after fifty years and she was very close to. Then the next day she was usually paranoid so much she just went home, lit her candles, did her rituals and then went to bed. She had no reason to believe this Halloween was going to be any different but he had different plans for her.

It was Friday and she got paid that day so she decided to attempt to go costume shopping again, nothing had gone right all day for her but she’d try. She went to Halloween USA this time which is a store all about Halloween and only opens around Halloween. She looked for the costume Jason had suggested for in truth, that was the one she preferred but she couldn’t tell him that. She looked but they didn’t have it in her size which was a very common size for adults. She found two other options but she couldn’t find her size in those as well. She began to get frustrated and decided to go back to the original store but just hope he’s not there to see her swallow her pride.

As soon as she walked back to the costume section, there he stood, holding her costume in the size she needed. She snatched it from him:

“Ok, so you were right” she said trying not to sound too hateful.

“Well thank you Miss. I love a gal who can admit her mistake” he said smiling and his pearly whites shone through, dazzling her and holding her in a moment of amazement.

“Yeah, well, I have to go. Thank you for your help” Trinity said, scooping up all her stuff.

“You’re welcome” said Jason as he watched her look and feel ruffled around him. It was exactly what he was going for. As she got up to the counter, she mistakenly dropped everything, including her purse and it was strewn out all across the floor. He flew up from the back to help her pick it up and put it back together.

“Thank you. It’s just my dumb luck” she insisted.

“Well, it is Friday the 13th so I’m not surprised. We’ve had all kinds of things happen to customers today” he consoled her. Jason put the last item back into her purse and she grabbed him hand as he went to pull it out of the purse. He stopped and looked at it as her touch was so warm to him. She looked at it as well as it was cold to her.

“Will you let me thank you and come to dinner with me tomorrow?” she asked and released his hand. He was taken aback for this was not how he had planned it. He thought it was going to be much harder to get into her house. “Please? I insist. I’ll cook which I do very well” she said and started writing her address and phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to him. “7pm sharp!” she said and turned around and walked out, forgetting her costume.


The following evening, with costume in hand and at 7pm sharp he was standing outside and ringing her doorbell. She had dressed up for the occasion in a pretty long black figure hugging dress with slits up both side from just above the knees down to the bottoms. She was in her bare feet but her hair and makeup had looked like a professional had done it, ‘nothing like what she usually wears for work’ he thought to himself. She was so stunning to him that he felt a little coal of warmth burning within his belly, something he’d never experienced before.

When she opened the door, he was standing there, looking very sexy with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and her costume in another. She checked out his black tailored pants with a purple dress shirt and a black and grey pin-striped suit vest. He looked amazing as his curls bounces around his face with his every movement. He took off his black leather trench coat and handed it to her and she hung it up for him though it was almost too heavy for her to lift.

“Can I just say ‘I’m a bozo’?” Trinity asked. “I can’t believe after all that I ended up leaving the costume there. Please let me pay you for it” she insisted.

“Nope. It was left for me to buy it for you and it was fate for me to come over here today” he responded. They smiled at each other until she stuck her nose in the air, excused herself and returned to the kitchen.

“Make yourself at home” she yelled from the other room.

“I’m a bit nosey so I’ll stay on the couch” he said laughing.

“That’s fine. I have nothing to hide” she yelled back. ‘Oh really’ he said to himself and got up and went over to her DVD collection. Interview with the Vampire, Queen of the Damned, John Carpenters Vampires, From Dusk Till Dawn, Daybreakers, Lost Boys and then TV box sets, Moonlight, Kindred: The Masquerade, The Vampire Diaries, Dark Shadows-the complete series, True Blood and many more. “Looks like our little angel has a fascination with vampires” he mumbled just as she was coming out of the kitchen with the roast she had prepared and set it on the table.

“What did you say?” she asked, smiling innocently.

“Oh, it just looks like you like vampire stuff is all” Jason said a little embarrassed.

“Yes. It’s my guilty pleasure when it comes to TV or movies” it was her turn for embarrassment. He helped her into her chair before he took his. Just as she took the salt shaker she dropped it on the floor and it broke. She immediately jumped up, turned around three times in a circle and then threw a pinch of salt over her right shoulder. When she was done, she stopped to look at Jason who was looking on with her almost horrified.

“What was all that about?” he asked, the surprise still in his voice.

“It’s a superstition and since superstitions are doubly trouble during Halloween, you have to be careful and take care of them. I could have died if I hadn’t done the circle and thrown it over my shoulder” she said solemnly. Jason was amazed at her belief in these things. It had been so long since he’d met anyone this serious about the superstitions. “I even carry a handkerchief tied in a knot in my purse to ward off evil spirits” she said.

“I saw that when I was helping you pick up your things at the store” he said beginning to see how his plan has just been made easier.

“I’m sorry. I just get weirded out by Halloween, that’s all. Most people like it but I just detest it and my birthdays near it so it makes it worse…” she trailed off.

“Whoa!” he said. “Your birthday is on Halloween?” he asked. “Then you are supposed to be able to see and talk to spirits according to superstition” he said trying to pull her in by seemingly understanding the superstitions.

“Well, I was born on October 30 which isn’t close enough because I’ve never seen or heard from any spirits and it’d probably freak me out if I did” she said nearly in a panic attack. He reached his arms out for her to come curl up in his lap. She hesitated at first but something drew her to him. She slowly moved towards him and sat down on his leg. She pulled herself up into a ball and leaned herself against his chest. He rested his head on top of hers and they sat there calmly for awhile. He had a soothing affect on her and though she denied it at first, the longer they sat there, the better she realized she felt. Finally, he cleared his throat and she knew what was coming.

“Well, I better get going. It’s getting late” he said fighting every primal urge in this body and pit of his stomach to ravage her body, open her up and drink her blood right then and there. However, he had a plan for her so he’d wait, ‘reluctantly’ he thought as she kissed him on his way out the door. As he walked down the street, his desire for her grew and grew and he didn’t know if he’d be able to control the beast within the next time he had her alone.


Over the next two week, Trinity and Jason spoke on the phone and made plans to go out together to celebrate her birthday. It was difficult to convince her to go out since he detested celebrating her birthday but he convinced her since it was such an important one. He had decided that he birthday was the perfect time to put his plan in motion since she’d be emotional and susceptible to his charms. She had actually started looking forward to it for she had never had anyone special to celebrate it with.

The day finally arrived. Jason picked up Trinity from her house and on their way back to his car a black cat ran across their paths. Trinity jumped into Jason’s’ arms in a hysterical fit.

“Someone’s going to die now. I saw the black cat!” she pointed to where the cat had been.

“It’s ok Trinity. You are with me and I won’t let anything happen to you” he said consoling. After much comforting, he got her into the car and they went to a nice restaurant for dinner. Trinity noticed again that he didn’t eat, he kinda pushed food around on his plate and when he’d been at her house he never ate the roast. ‘What’s wrong with him?’ she wondered to herself. ‘He was a picky eater’ she told herself in the back of her mind. On the way home, Jason purposely drove past the town cemetery and Trinity started to freak out.

“Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh” she said before sucking in a deep breath and holding it until they completely passed the entire cemetery.

“What’s wrong my dear?” Jason asked innocently enough to her but deep down his plan was working.

“It was a cemetery. You have to hold your breath while passing one or the evil spirits can enter your body with your air” she explained.

“Interesting” he said, already knowing the answer to the question before he’d asked it. He’d gone online and looked up “Halloween superstitions” and was given a whole list of them so he was making sure many of them were coming true for Trinity so she would be upset and frail so what he had to do and tell her would be much easier in her condition.

When they got home he purposely parked further away on the street from her house so they had to walk. While walking they were the only ones around but heard footsteps behind them. Jason started to turn around and in a panic Trinity grabbed him and made him keep walking forward.

“If you hear footsteps behind you, don’t look because it could be death coming for you” she explained solemnly. Jason was amused at all her silly superstitions but they endeared her to him. He had started all this as her being his next victim but it turned out to be so much more. He had actually fallen in love with her so the plan had to change. He just hoped it didn’t backfire.

As soon as they got in the house, Trinity lit the Halloween candles and walked through each room in the house ringing a small bell. ‘The bell scares the evil spirits’ she told Jason. Jason eventually got her to sit down on the couch next to him, facing him with her hands in his and looking into his eyes with those big brown chocolate eyes of hers.

“I wanted to talk to you” he said.

“Oh no. Are you breaking up with me?” she asked sadly.

“No no. It’s nothing like that” he reassured her.

“Good ‘cause that’s the last thing I wanted” she said leaning up kissing him on the lips. He leaned into her to kiss her again, deeper this time and he found his arms embracing her tiny body.

“I have to...” he tried to get out between kisses.

“Yes baby?” she teased him.

“I don’t want to lose control…but” he trailed off.

“But what? Lose control Jason. Ravage my body. Hold me tightly and kiss me all over” she encouraged him. That was all he needed to hear and he started to do exactly as she requested. He kissed her lushes lips, ran his tongue along the tip of her ear from top to bottom and gently wiggled it into the opening while breathing his hot breath on it. He turned her to the side, pulled up the back of her hair and started kissing the back of her neck and playing with the little hairs there which sent shivers down her back. He moved back down to the side of her neck and she took a deep breath in and that was his cue. He couldn’t resist any longer. The beast inside him was ready to come out. Just as he bit down into her neck a small squeal of delight came out of Trinity.

“OOOOOOOOOO! Baby! That is so awesome!” she cooed as he drained her blood. When he stopped, he came up to look at her and still had a trickle of blood running down the side of his mouth. When she saw it she jumped up off the couch and away from him.

“Is that blood?” she asked though she knew the answer.

“Yes my love” he said standing up and moving towards her with his arms outstretched for an embrace. “You have literally two minutes to decide if you want to join me or if all your silly superstitutions are going to come true and you die” he said very calmly, still moving towards her.

“How could you not tell me you’re a vampire?” she demanded.

“You never asked” he joked.

“This is not a joking matter. This is life and death” Trinity huffed becoming more and more angry.

“I know. You are so worried about your little superstitutions that you haven’t learned to live. It’s after midnight so you could be born a vampire on Halloween and put all those silly things to rest since as a vampire you are immortal and will never die. This is a gift I am offering you…immortality and to be with me” he explained.

“I have always had a fascination with vampires” she said.

“I know. I saw your DVD collection and figured as much” he said. He looked to her with loving eyes and held out his hand invitingly, waiting for her to come to him. After a brief second, she flew to him and put her head on his chest and he enveloped his arms around her. He bit again back into her neck, giving her that instant feeling of release and pleasure as he drank from her. He then laid her on her back.

“This won’t hurt a bit. Just keep drinking until I tell you to stop and keep your eyes closed” he said, slit his wrist and put it to her mouth. The blood danced a high paced samba on her tongue and it put her in an euphoric state of mind where everything was peaceful, calm and beautiful.

“Ok, you may now open your eyes and see as a new vampire would” he said encouragingly. Trinity delicately opened her eyes and everything around her was more vibrant and in greater detail. Her eyes made all things beautiful, especially her new companion.

“I’m glad you’re here with me” she said reaching for his hand and holding it inside hers and up to her lips for a gentle kiss.

“I’m just glad I didn’t make you my meal!” he said and she gently punched him in the stomach with a smile.

The End!