An Xcite Books collection of five erotic stories with supernatural and paranormal themes.
Bite
Libby is a thirtysomething vampire, happily married to her husband, Travis. Travis and Libby have decided to take the ultimate plunge and make Travis a vampire. Of course, there are rules and regulations as to how the process is to be completed, including a hotel suite into which few would ever be granted entry. To Libby’s initial dismay, the rules also include taking a more natural and sexual approach …
Remembering Adelaide
Myles and Chad are the Odd Couple of collegiate life. Myles never gets any action while his friend is a sex magnet who takes conquests for granted. When a mysterious invitation arrives shortly before Halloween, Chad sees an opportunity to fix up Myles with some overdue fun. A gorgeous and randy woman answers the door of a presumably haunted house and it is Myles who outshines Chad’s performance for a change. What begins as an intoxicating ménage party will end in a night of shameless decadence… and haunting memories for the boys.
I Am the Moon
For two weeks, Rebecca has felt compelled to prowl the natural history section of the museum in search of wolf fur to wrap herself in. As her hunger intensifies, she loses control and is found indulging in her fantasies on an ancient pelt by a mysterious security guard. He takes her to his lair where Rebecca witnesses just how feral her desires can be …
Innocent Demon
Father Andreas is the preeminent exorcist in Italy, but his abilities are put to the ultimate test when a beautiful young nun becomes possessed by a powerful and lust-driven demon. In the priest’s absence, all the other exorcists fail to banish the entity, so Father Andreas must dare to take an unorthodox approach to rid her of it. But can he remove this evil sexual force without giving in to his passion for her? Or is that her only hope for salvation?
Unfinished Business
When Caitlin wakes up in a chapel of rest, she doesn’t feel any different from when she went to sleep. Which is bizarre, considering she’s stone cold dead, with no idea what happened, or why. Leaving her body behind, Caitlin goes in search of answers and ends up visiting her on-off boyfriend, Jacob, for a mind-blowing reunion which soon becomes their final, heart-rending goodbye.
These stories have also been published in Dead Sexy by Xcite Books
Committing to marry Travis was no problem. After all, he was a doctor, he was as sarcastic as I was. He liked playing darts, drinking tequila and watching burlesque with me at Dita’s. His impressive resumé also included being an animal in the sack, incredible tidiness (a must for me), kindness, ohmigod hotness and, the best part, he was as crazy in love with me as I was with him. It also helped that he didn’t care that I wasn’t human.
I didn’t hesitate to say yes when he asked me to marry him, I loved that we got married in a no-muss-no-fuss ceremony at the Justice of the Peace and had the reception at Dita’s, both of us dying laughing watching our family dancing with the performing troupe.
Travis didn’t mind that my super-cool vampire power wasn’t actually super-cool – most vampires became amazingly hot or really strong or fast or persuasive, but everyone changed somehow due to their DNA. No, according to the manual, I got attention to detail as my power. Great for my job as an accountant, awesome to balance our chequebook, not what I would exactly call sexy. But he didn’t care, just like he never pushed me to turn him. He got it, he read the newspapers just like I did, he knew how complicated vampire divorce was. It made my head spin just thinking about it and that was saying something. Staying together for a human lifespan was hard enough, for vampires it was almost impossible.
It’s not like I was a hundred years old or anything, I had chosen to turn once I was 19 (the grand finale for my adolescent rebellion). Everything was already a matter of state law before I was even born anyway, thanks to the Equal Rights for Non-Humans Movement. No, Travis and I were actually the same age when we got married, even if we didn’t look it. Our private joke was that he got to have a wife with the young looks of a third wife and the brain of a first wife.
We had been married for ten years and I was blowing out candles on my 35th birthday cake (which I still insisted on, even if I didn’t eat more than a teaspoon of it) and I realised my wish was actually to spend the rest of my actual life together with him. Naturally, I reacted awesomely to this revelation by hyperventilating, which is really embarrassing when you don’t even need to breathe any more. I refused to talk about it for a week, trying to play it off as a panic attack, which he wasn’t buying at all, but he left me alone about it. Finally, I got up the nerve to ask him and he smiled his gorgeous smile and said yes, of course.
When his number came up in the lottery, I quickly realised a lot had changed in the 16 years since I had been made a vampire. We needed a pre-immortality pre-nup to try to keep the red tape to a minimum in case things didn’t work out. Definitely more testing, I had to give blood work as well as complete an exam to demonstrate that I wasn’t a sociopath or anything. The county needed references, my W2, and of course our lawyer needed to witness the document asserting that I would be Travis’s legal guardian for a period of five years (which of course caused me to heckle him endlessly). I glided through all of this effortlessly, right up until I was informed of the change in procedure in the actual … well, procedure.
‘Don’t we just put him under at the hospital and the council witnesses it?’ I asked in confusion at the Office of Non-Human Affairs.
The Liason to the Office of the Council of Vampire Affairs for our county looked down her nose through her glasses at me. ‘You could do it that way,’ she said primly. ‘Of course we advocate for a more natural approach now. Studies have shown it’s much better for –’ she glanced down at her paper ‘– Travis. A quicker recovery time, a better bond between you and he …’
I ran my tongue over my incisors, another nervous habit I had acquired over the years, catching myself before I drew blood. ‘Natural?’
‘Yes, we find it’s best that you do the exchange post-coitus in situations involving parties with romantic involvement,’ she said, matter-of-factly.
Travis laughed under his breath so I quickly stepped on his foot to shut him up. ‘Like, the council, um, will …’
‘Watch the entire process? Of course, dear.’
The blood drained from my face and pooled in my stomach. ‘The entire process?’ I said faintly.
‘Yes, of course. It’s standard procedure in case of an emergency.’ She looked at me sympathetically. ‘Believe me when I say that they’ve seen far, er, more interesting things than this. Our council has done the procedure naturally for 85 per cent of the county for the last ten years. We’ve had more incidents with the anaesthesia with the remaining 15 per cent than we have when it’s done using the natural procedure.’
