Vampire Master: Vampire Queen Series: Club Atlantis

by Joey W. Hill

  He’d pictured her taller, likely because Thomas had told him vivid, heart-stopping tales of her battles with other vampires during the early territory wars. But she’d been born a vampire, and her Asian mother had apparently given her the petite build. Lady Lyssa was considered one of the most powerful and ancient vampires still living, fully in command of her faculties and abilities.

  Even while cursing the memory of her dead husband, Rex, Thomas had attributed a portion of her uncanny aptitude for survival to him. An aptitude that had grown exponentially in the last fifty years due to the lessons Rex had taught as well as inflicted upon her.

  She looked like a woman in her late twenties, early thirties. That impression vanished the moment Jacob looked into her eyes, a startling jade green rimmed with a solid black line around the irises. Generation upon generation of women were there, layered like rock strata. The energy of it emanated from her, mingling with her other-than-human power to influence and destroy. Despite that, the man in him noticed the bow of her lips, touched and glossed in burgundy, the way her soft black sweater clung to her upper body.

  Her skirt was layers of gauze in hues of gold and green, reminiscent of a fairy. That, as well as the eyes, reminded him her father had been a Fae lord. She was a slim woman with perfectly shaped small breasts and nicely curving hips. Her slender legs teased him, a glimpse of knee or calf appearing between the points of the skirt as she moved.

  Stirring and magnetic, she riveted his attention just by existing. She’d had that effect on him the very first time he’d seen her, over two years ago. But what made the strongest impression on him now was the flash of naked emotion in her eyes when she took the envelope from his hands.

  My gracious lady, please accept this last offering from your humble servant. Something I know you will not go out and obtain for yourself. I give you Jacob. You and he need one another, I promise you. He will serve you well; far better than a feeble, bookish monk.

  Lyssa was cognizant of Jacob’s intent study as she read, as well as every motion he made. She was used to scrutiny by humans when she chose to walk among them, but his regard was different. Far more personal, as if he was memorizing every detail of her appearance and expressions.

  He’d moved a step closer, a gesture of comfort, but he respected her privacy by facing her so he looked beyond her shoulder, not down at her note. The heat of his body shimmered over her skin like the dangerous brush of sunlight.

  Damn you, Thomas.

  “Do you know what’s in this?” She gestured with it. He stood so close the ribbon under the wax seal fluttered against his pectoral, the light covering of hair on his chest. It made her fingers itch to stroke. To curl in and tug.

  He gazed down at her with those clear and steady blue eyes. “I know it was my introduction. Thomas said I’d need it. But I didn’t read it.”

  The seal had been unbroken, applied with Thomas’s particular method for the times she’d needed to be certain information was not compromised.

  “I want my manicure. Where’s Max?” She straightened, not backing away. When she tilted her head, she noted his attention was distracted by the proximity of her lips. She felt his gaze there like the teasing caress of a tongue, and had to quell the urge to moisten them. Try something improper, Sir Knight, and you’ll regret it.

  But would she? She pushed the sly voice away. She was used to men being overwhelmingly attracted to her. It was the vampire allure. But she liked the look of this man. She’d intended to cap off her night by finding a dinner with similar specifications. Only this one far exceeded those specifications, tempting her to skip the whole spa experience and take him home for several days. She’d chain him spread-eagle on her bed and bite, scratch and suckle to her heart’s content. While she wasn’t willing to immediately capitulate to Thomas’s recommendation of this man as a servant, she had his word she could trust him. It made her imaginings grow even more dangerously attractive.

  “Max is fine, my lady. Sleeping quite deeply at his apartment, the aftereffect of his usual Chinese takeout…with a little bit of sleep aid added. I’ll perform your manicure as well as a pedicure. If you’ll permit it.”

  Add to that he’d somehow convinced Martin, the security guard, that he was an approved substitute for the evening. Not an easy feat. Clearing her throat, she managed to sweep a scornful glance over him. Enjoyed the journey immensely. “What training have you had to give me a manicure?”

  “Thomas taught me.”

  His lips curved in that half smile again. Reassurance or humor she didn’t know, but the reaction of her body took her by surprise. A hard shudder just below the level of muscle, a simmering in her blood no human eye could see. Also unexpected was that he registered it. The smile disappeared. After a moment’s hesitation, he pulled back the curtain dividing the waiting area from the private rooms of the salon. “Please let me attend to you, my lady.”

  She creased the fold of the note, frowning. Glanced down at the nail that had no polish.

  Yes, her wounds healed quickly. Unfortunately, despite the myth that vampires were invincible, she could and did have bad hair days just like anyone else. One could use vampire glamour to make humans think they were seeing perfection, but it didn’t work on other vampires without an exceptional level of effort. Unable to see her own face, she missed having a human servant to ensure she’d done her hair and makeup properly. To do quick fixes on her nails between full manicures. To help her dress and bathe.

  The fact of the matter was, whether or not a reflection was needed, she liked being attended. Thomas had teased her about it, once he’d known her well enough to know when she was in the mood to be teased. He would have known this was not one of those moments.

  The monk had relied heavily on her regard for him and her sentiment about his passing. It did not mollify her that he’d been right on both counts. While she knew she was taking petty revenge on the man who should not be the target of her ire, she couldn’t stop herself.

  “We shall see,” she said at last, sweeping past him.

  Afterword

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  About the Author

  Joey W. Hill writes about vampires, mermaids, boardroom executives, cops, witches, angels, housemaids...pretty much wherever her inspiration takes her. She's penned over forty acclaimed titles and six award-winning series, and been awarded the RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award for Erotica. But she's especially proud and humbled to have the support and enthusiasm of a wonderful, widely diverse readership
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  So why erotic romance? “Writing great erotic romance is all about exploring the true face of who we are – the best and worst - which typically comes out in the most vulnerable moments of sexual intimacy.” She has earned a reputation for writing BDSM romance that not only wins her fans of that genre, but readers who would “never” read BDSM romance. She believes that's because strong, compelling characters are the most important part of her books.

  “Whatever genre you’re writing, if the characters are captivating and sympathetic, the readers are going to want to see what happens to them. That was the defining element of the romances I loved most and which shaped my own writing. Bringing characters together who have numerous emotional obstacles standing in their way, watching them reach a soul-deep understanding of one another through the expression of their darkest sexual needs, and then growing from that understanding into love - that's the kind of story I love to write."

  Also by Joey W. Hill

  Arcane Shot Series

  Something About Witches

  In the Company of Witches

  The Problem With Witches (A Knights of the Board Room Crossover)

  Daughters of Arianne Series

  A Mermaid’s Kiss

  A Witch’s Beauty

  A Mermaid’s Ransom

  Knights of the Board Room Series

  Board Resolution

  Controlled Response

  Honor Bound

  Afterlife

  Hostile Takeover

  Willing Sacrifice

  Soul Rest

  Knight Nostalgia (Anthology)

  Nature of Desire Series

  Holding the Cards

  Natural Law

  Ice Queen

  Mirror of My Soul

  Mistress of Redemption

  Rough Canvas

  Branded Sanctuary

  Divine Solace

  Worth The Wait

  Truly Helpless

  Naughty Bits Series

  The Lingerie Shop

  Training Session

  Bound To Please

  The Highest Bid

  Naughty Wishes Series

  Part 1: Body

  Part 2: Heart

  Part 3: Mind

  Part 4: Soul

  Vampire Queen Series

  Vampire Queen’s Servant

  Mark of the Vampire Queen

  Vampire’s Claim

  Beloved Vampire

  Vampire Mistress (VQS: Club Atlantis)

  Vampire Trinity (VQS: Club Atlantis)

  Vampire Instinct

  Bound by the Vampire Queen

  Taken by a Vampire

  The Scientific Method

  Nightfall

  Elusive Hero

  Night’s Templar

  Vampire’s Soul

  Vampire’s Embrace

  Vampire Master (VQS: Club Atlantis)

  Non-Series Titles

  If Wishes Were Horses

  Virtual Reality

  Unrestrained

  Medusa’s Heart

  Novellas

  Chance of a Lifetime

  Choice of Masters

  Make Her Dreams Come True

  Threads of Faith

  Submissive Angel

  Short

  Snow Angel