Vampires are a myth, but for Charlie Preston vampires are real.
With the mysterious appearance of a man by the name of Maxwell Barnett, Charlie’s life changes in a matter of minutes. Unfortunately, not for the better.
Every vampire is assigned a bloodline and Charlie is about to learn that she’s Maxwell’s property. There’s no easy way of accepting that you were born to nourish a vampire. No easy way of accepting that he wants you to be his vampire bride.
From seduction to murder, Charlie and Maxwell face many obstacles together and against each other, but what Charlie doesn’t know is that death is the only way to survive what’s coming.
“You know, if you were happier about it, it would hurt less,” Maxwell says in a husky voice. In a blink of my eyes, his fingers are around the back of my neck. With a sudden jerk of his hand, I’m forced to look at him. He rests his forehead against mine, the tips of our noses touching. The entire surface of my body begins to tingle and my breathing gets rigid. My brain is screaming inside my skull, but my vocal cords refuse to function. Once his mouth touches mine any chance of words coming out are lost.
His soft lips push against mine. The movement at first is gentle and caring, but the longer I don’t protest the more forceful he gets. The breaths I’m able to get aren’t enough for my lungs. The inside of my chest burns as his yearning gets rougher and rougher. He breaks the kiss, leaving me breathless. His head instantly buries itself in the curve of my neck.
“Relax…breathe in…breathe out.” His warm breath touches my neck as he whispers his words. Goosebumps break out along my exposed shoulder and a tingle runs down my spine.
I do as he insists, I breathe in…I breathe out. The feel of his mouth on my neck makes me involuntarily tense up.
“Charlie, relax. Trust me.” His lips graze my ear as he speaks each hushed word slowly.
My eyes close as I let his deep voice calm my senses. Maxwell’s mouth finds my neck once again, except this time it’s wide open and I can feel the scrap of his fangs. I clear my mind as I wait for the pain. The pressure of his jaw clenching down is accompanied with a pinch.
It is as if something snaps inside of me, altering my views of Maxwell as a vampire altogether. I get dizzy from the thrill of his pressing mouth. His tongue massages my neck to pump more blood to the fresh puncture marks. An urge of wanting to feel pain takes over my body. I can’t accept that him biting me is satisfactory. No, it has to hurt. My uninjured hand tangles in his hair and gently tugs. Without thinking, I nudge his head into my neck. Sucking in a sharp breath from the unexpected pain from his teeth burrowing in deeper doesn’t stop me from feeling ecstatic. As he drains me of life, I can’t help but feel alive.
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The warmth coming from her body as she presses against me is intoxicating. I can feel my ice-cold body start to heat up in spots. It’s a weird feeling, but I welcome it because it tricks my subconscious into thinking it’s a step closer to being human. As she tugs a fistful of my hair and urges me to sink deeper into her neck, my fingertips dig into her skin. The sound of her hissing breath in my ear as I crush her only adds to my excitement.
Lifting her off the ground, I spin us around, so we’re facing the direction that Benjamin is located in. I know he watches us and I want to see the look on his face. Within seconds after averting my gaze, I see him with clenched fists glaring at us. My mouth still suctions itself to Charlie’s neck, and my hands slide up and down her body. The curve of her butt fits perfectly in my palm. If I stretch far enough, I can touch her bare thigh.
With Charlie’s hands still latched on to me, it gives us the reaction we’re hoping for. Benjamin breaks the stare he has on us and storms away with his second bride, the bride he chose over Grace. Grudgingly, I detach from Charlie. Sticky blood gathers in the corners of my mouth, but I quickly lick it away before I look at her.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, afraid I took too much.
Her hand goes to her head. Her eyes squint closed. “Just a bit dizzy is all.” The words come out with a sigh.
I know she’s not used to the withdrawal of blood and this isn’t even a regular basis. Some vampires feed from their humans three times a day, just as a human eats three meals a day. “Let’s get you something to drink,” I instruct her.
She seems as if she’s in a daze as she follows my lead with her fingers gripping my forearm. By the time we arrive at the bar Charlie seems to be getting better. She slaps her hand on the bar top and asks for a shot of something strong. Her voice takes on a slur as if she’s already drunk.
“I think my love here will have a glass of juice,” I say, correcting her.
“That’s probably a better idea,” she mumbles out as she agrees with me.
About the Author
K.L. Novitzke lives in a small city smack-dab in the middle of the glorious state of Wisconsin with her husband, two boys, and miniature Australian Shepard. She loves everything that goes bump in the night, which sparks her love of paranormal romances. In her spare time she enjoys crafting, reading all genres, and of course writing! New story ideas and characters continually bounce around in her head, keeping sleep at a distance.