Vamptations 2

Vampires have haunted our dreams for eons. Yet, how can we resist their dark allure and hypnotic wonder. Whether a classic vamp or an empathic one, they scare us and thrill us, and even make themselves the objects of our affections. So don’t just watch your neck and mind when you read these devilishly succulent tales, but watch it when the lights go out, and the bedroom door creaks open. We’ve warned you a second time now, so not our fault if you get smitten or bitten.

Night Nibbles, Kara Griffin

Candra hides from an evil, ex-lover, and must choose between putting her trust in another vampire or end up alone in a cold, dark world. 

Vampyric Dreams, Ravyn Reccio
Vampire Micah Davenport has searched for 600 years for his true-mate, Gabrielle. But dangerous forces threaten a love that's been destined for centuries.

Song of the Vamp, Megan Hussey

Sylvan is a vampire whose ‘night job’ facilitates his lifestyle.  When he falls for Antonia, his no-nonsense manager, will he surrender the ‘night life?’

When the Sun Goes Down, Taylor Evans

After sunset, more than vamps prowl the night; as Laurence, a member of the Houston Vampire Association, finds out when he bites the wrong woman.

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Vampyric Dreams

by Ravyn Reccio

Chapter One

It shall begin upon the awakening of remembering. She who lives in darkness shall awaken and rise in search of her mate.

Gabrielle Fuertes, always a very level-headed woman, had answers for questions too difficult for others. This time the trouble came from trying to find answers to her dreams. Gabrielle believed in the power of one’s dreams, as well as her ability to read into them. Just like her Mother, and her Great-Grandmother, all the women in her family were blessed with certain gifts.

How on earth could she dream about someone every night for seven years that didn't even exist? She could not remember a night she did not dream, nor a vision without him in it. Her dream self never thought to ask him why he haunted her. She did not want to make him go away. She wanted him to stay in her dreams forever.

After all, he was perfect; standing at just a few inches shy of six feet in height, piercing grey eyes, and what seemed like the most welcoming body she had ever seen with lips firmly pressed together, their bodies matched the closeness. Minutes went by as the kiss became more passionate. Gabrielle noticed his fangs did not seem able to harm her intruding tongue, so she kissed him fiercely.

 His hands slowly traced up the side of her body and felt her covered breasts. The passion continued to rise throughout the night, until making love deep within Gabrielle’s dream world seemed the most natural thing in the world. The sun would rise within an hour, and Gabrielle knew he needed to leave and feed.

 He promised her nights like this would repeat over and over, only getting better and more intense with each time. She trusted his word and let him leave. Gabrielle’s dreams played out the same each night. The same handsome stranger taunted and teased her body, exploring the height of sheer pleasure she’d never felt before.

Each morning she awoke feeling the warmth of his body still upon her. Before she woke, his arms held her close as his lips nuzzled her neck sending shivers all over her body. Gabrielle thought she must be losing her mind because of how wonderful she felt each morning.

 She lingered under the covers, unable to make any sense of the dreams. Gabrielle’s mind played tricks on her. His scent clung all over her, and the bed, as well as her pillows. “Dear God this is insane,” She stretched her arms and realized something lay on the pillow beside her. She sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes as she gazed down upon the object. A gorgeous black rose, with a note attached to it, rested before her

My Dearest Gabrielle,

I am filled with joy after our encounter tonight. Upon my lips is a desire to taste of you once more. A never-ending insatiable hunger which consumes us both. This hunger smothers in such wild desires and an intense passion of which we cannot contain. The scent of your arousal fills my mind as your body’s own desires ache as well. I need to feel your body pressed up against me once again, to be one with you. Your body calls out to me every night pleading, begging, and aching to be consumed by me. Allow me to fill every part of your being with my essence and sate the never-ending hunger within your soul.

Gabrielle could not believe she read this. No way could she even be holding this letter. He wasn't real, just a figment of her imagination. A dream lover, but not real? No. She’d decided, as soon as she saw his fangs for the first time, he could not be real. He could not exist. But how did this get here? No one else could see into her mind and view her dreams. She’d spoken to no one about her visions. So how did the notes kept coming, each and every morning. All of them personal enough to have to have been from the man in her dreams. She still felt doubtful.

 Frustrated with all her dreams, she got out of bed and proceeded to watch the rain from her bedroom window. Gabrielle felt like her heart broke at her confusion. She had no idea who this man was or if he may be real. Vampires can’t be real. Why he would come to her only in her mind at night? She stared at her engagement ring glittering on her finger. Samuel gave it to her a few nights ago. Gabrielle thought Samuel was the love of her life, her doubts surfaced with the nocturnal visit of her mystery man.

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Song of the Vamp

by Megan Hussey

Chapter One

“He’s so hot.”

“He’s a pain in the butt.”

“He’s a hot pain in the butt.”

“A pain in the butt he remains.”

“It’s a hot butt, nonetheless.”

Antonia Sinn threw up her arms in a gesture of sheer resignation. “Okay, Lianna, you win.” She rolled her eyes dourly in the direction of Lianna Rodgers, her longtime friend and verbal sparring partner. “Sylvan is hot. He’s also a great singer and compelling performer. From a fan’s point of view, he’s perfect. From a manager’s point of view…”

“Let me guess!” Lianna interrupted, shooting Antonia what she considered an annoyingly sardonic grin. “He’s a pain in ye olde watoosie.”

“Watoosie?” Antonia squinted confusedly then shook her head. “I tell you, Lianna, he’s impossible. I’ve been his manager for two years and never can reach him during the daytime. I’m always forced to arrange my schedule around our dinner meetings. When we meet for dinner, I’m constantly warding off his female fans. These curious beings have been known to push me, trip me, and order my meal for me—usually a raw spinach salad with sharp vinegar oil and extra anchovies.”

“And speaking of dinner,” Antonia was on a roll. “Whenever we dine together, he always orders these icky steaks.”

“Icky steaks,” Lianna repeated, head cocked curiously.

“Icky,” Antonia confirmed with a nod. “Extremely rare and blood red.”

In a seeming gesture of sympathy, Lianna patted her friend’s shoulder. Then she turned Antonia in the direction of a broad, brightly illuminated stage that stood directly before them.

“Just look at him, Toni,” her voice lowered to a whisper. “Can you blame those women? Can you blame me?”

Antonia shrugged as she directed her gaze to the target of Lianna’s abject adoration. Bathed in the ethereal light of a vast theatrical platform, the man on stage resembled a radiant angel fresh from a heavenly chorus. His golden hair flowed like spun silk around his broad, muscular shoulders, and his eyes shone like fine emeralds from a bronzed, carved face.

His visage appeared angelic, Antonia noted, but his body seemed custom made for sin. For while his black velvet dinner suit fit the image of a perfect gentleman, his suggestive hip gyrations and sleek, sensual dance moves screamed of his sexual nature.

Furthermore, his musical repertoire amplified the sublime eroticism of his performance. With original songs like Midnight Passion and For Your Pleasure, performed in a smooth, soulful style, Sylvan seemed to gear every song toward the female libido.

Judging from the crowd response, he hit his mark every time. Antonia grinned in spite of herself as she saw several elderly ladies toss their support hose onstage then squeal like hormonal teenagers when he repaid their kindness with a wink and a kiss.

Often he went further, inviting a random woman onstage for a ‘serenade’, or as Antonia fondly deemed that portion of the show, the ‘glorified lap dance’.

She had to admit, though, that his ‘shtick’ was a success. Every weekend, his exotic cabaret show packed the house at the Crescent Moon Theater in Clearview, Florida.

She could see that, as much as his elusiveness annoyed her, it also seemed to fuel his success. Local columnists wrote entire articles about his shows, sexy performances geared for women only, and about the fact that he never granted daytime interviews; the ones he gave sometimes after his shows proved brief and unrevealing.

These columnists even came up with a PR-friendly nickname for the sexy, mysterious crooner; they called him The Vamp. And he quite enjoyed living up to this sensual moniker, posing for revealing centerfold layouts in Playgirl magazine and culminating his shows with daring striptease routines.

His entire show holds an element of tease, Antonia reasoned, watching as Sylvan ventured into the audience to writhe suggestively across the lap of a middle-aged fan.

At evening’s end, he fed their hunger—and ignited their collective imagination. Antonia quite enjoyed this part of the show; she was his manager, but…

“I’m still a woman,” she sighed, relaxing in her plush auditorium seat and nudging an awestruck Lianna. “And I still have a pulse.”

She watched intently as Sylvan now retrieved a dozen ruby red roses from the side of the stage. He planted a light, tender kiss across each one; a simple action that elicited oohs and ahs from the women assembled.* * * *