"We're a smutty species, up to no good!" ~ Russell Brand

Friday, November 16, 2012

IF WISHES WERE SHADOWS! Good, old fashioned, kinky vampire smut!


(Shadows #1)
by A. Sangrey Black

Genre:  Hardcore BDSM | Paranormal Erotica | Vampire | M/M/F Menage

  • Ebook: Approximately 44 Pgs.
  • Publisher: Cobblestone Press (November 15, 2012)
  • ISBN:  978-1-60088-797-0
+ Extreme Sexual Content, Adult Language

Calinda Byer is a self-assured, assertive businesswoman who knows what she wants -- and vampire Dom Adam Stratford is it. Their wild love life has awakened her inner submissive, introduced her to the special freedom of leaving her power and will with her clothes on the bedroom floor. She is ready for eternity with him to begin, to taste the world of immortal BDSM, where bodies are all but indestructible and there are no rules to keep things sane or safe.

Stratford has been around long enough, and known enough humans, to realize that the idea of being a vampire is often more romantic than the reality. There is innate violence, a relationship with blood and pain that mortals can't begin to understand, even in the depths of the most depraved dungeon. His truly deep feelings for Calinda prevent him from agreeing to her pleas to become a vampire until she has a much better idea of the things he does in the shadows when she isn't beside him.

A weekend at his country home promises dark delights like nothing Calinda ever dreamed, and surprises beyond her understanding. Will she risk her very soul to step into that sensual darkness, or will she say the safeword and run for her life?

Calinda’s heart thundered, her stomach fluttering with nerves, and she relished each sensation, tucking it away in her memory like some women might keep tickets to a show she’d attended with her lover. She had been an adrenaline junkie since the day she was born. Instead of drugs, she far preferred driving fast cars, jumping out of airplanes, and dating ancient, sadistic vampires than pills or needles. This occasion, with its mysteries and uncertainties, was better than any shot of pure heroin straight into her system, and the vampire she loved was giving it to her. He had become so many things to her in the two years they’d been together, and adrenaline dealer had been one of the greatest of them from the moment they met.

She remembered with an electric shiver through her system the first moment when she realized what he was, when she invited him home knowing what he could do to her. The biggest charge of her life. She gave his hand a squeeze in thanks. No, she had no difficulty in taking this journey. There was only one thing that could be at the bottom of this staircase, spiraling them into the depths of the earth together: the darkness he kept talking about, made manifest. The deepest shadows inside him. She was so eager to see it she was already wet.

Their relationship had started out like a scene from some romance novel twisted just the way she liked it. Adam had been sitting at the bar in Ernesto’s, an exclusive Italian bistro she enjoyed after business meetings in the city. She’d worn her dark blonde hair down that night and had on the tidy, well-tailored navy business suit that never failed to make an impact paired with red heels just a tad too high to be strictly proper. Those shoes had a tendency to impress clients just a tad more than the clothes.

Calinda spotted him from her accustomed table in the corner by the door, the perfect location to watch the crowd of rich, beautiful people coming and going. Adam caught her eye the moment he sat down, all yummy and big and dark, just the way she liked them. Six-feet-two at least, broad of shoulder and back with neatly trimmed black hair, and a pinstripe suit that no doubt cost ten times more than her own was worth. His bold, straight posture told her beyond any doubt that he was the king of all he surveyed. No, emperor was closer to the mark. 

But it was one fine detail that had grabbed her attention and imagination in a vise grip and wouldn’t let go, that set her pulse racing and her junkie heart pounding…

His lack of reflection in the mirror above the bar. Calinda checked at least four times, even shifted to different places in the restaurant to be certain, but no matter where she went… there he wasn’t.

It was by far the biggest adrenaline rush of a lifetime spent awash in them. A vampire. An actual vampire. They not only existed, but there was an unbelievably hot one sitting right there in her favorite restaurant, casual as you please. Anyone who looked hard enough would be able to tell—what kind of balls did that take?

How could she resist?

She’d sidled up to the suddenly mysteriously empty seat beside the gorgeous vampire and slipped onto the high stool. Not one much for subtlety, she let her skirt ride up just high enough to allow a peek at her lacy stocking tops, crossed her long, slender legs to show off the heels, ordered a red wine for herself, and turned to her attention to her soon-to-be-new vampire friend.

“So I wonder,” she said, looking directly at the place where his face should appear in the mirror. “Do you drink… wine?”

She caught his smirk out of the corner of her eye. “Why, would you like to be… I’m sorry, excuse me, buy my drink?”

They laughed. There was no secret about what he was. No doubt that she knew. They were made for each other. It had been all adventure and blood, paddles and leather, feathers and handcuffs, hot wax and hot sex in wild and often public and dangerous places ever since. She didn’t know if it was obsession or love, and she didn’t care. Adam told her he had never known anyone like her in two thousand years, and without a doubt, she had never known anyone like him in twenty-six.

Her “monster.”

After a brief, nerve-shaking eternity, they reached the bottom of the stairs. Before them stood a formidable steel door that belonged in a high-tech science facility, not an eighteenth-century country house, complete with an elaborate security pad on the wall to the right. Adam keyed in a code and pressed his thumb to the surface, and the silver door whooshed open. Inside was a pristine white antechamber, walls lined with tall, lacquered bureaus and hooks in the wall above them. A veritable smorgasbord of clothing hung from the hooks, with shoes arranged on top of the bureaus, and no doubt a wider selection waited in the drawers. Everything from soft cotton loungewear to outfits created from shining patent leather strips and nothing else were in evidence.

Costumes didn't really interest her as they usually might. She was fixated on what lay in wait for her on the other side of the final door just ahead.

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