by SM Reine
She grabs my hips and pulls me close, nestling me up against her wet entrance. “You have no idea.”
One hot hand wraps my length, guiding me exactly where I need to go. Gratitude washes through me at her readiness. Is there anything sexier than a partner who wants you as much as you want them? I stare into her blue eyes as I thrust forward slowly, unsure how fast she’ll want me to take her and unwilling to hurt her tender flesh in my haste.
“Oh… yes… that’s it,” she whispers before leaning in to kiss my neck. Delicate teeth nip the taut skin, causing my hips to jerk in surprise. “You like it when I bite, do you?”
She presses her hot mouth to me again and bites harder, pulling a groan from my lips and a spasm from my hips. Before I know it I’m seated to the hilt and my arms shake with the strain to hold back.
“I want you, Lisa. I want you bad.”
“You’ve got me, baby.” One hand snakes behind my head and pulls me close. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”
Her arousing words spur me on and I follow her desires. I pull out and slam back in, relishing the feel of her clasping walls around my shaft. Over and over I thrust into her welcoming heat, those tiny heels digging into my ass begging me for more.
“I…” I pant, gritting my teeth against my inevitable orgasm and my overwhelming urge to bite her, “I’m not going to last long…”
“We have all night.”
My fangs descend and I turn away, shame and uncertainty racing through me. My voice comes out a harsh whisper near her ear, “I want to bite you.”
She shivers, the excited tremor cascading down through her pussy. “Do it.”
I nuzzle her neck, her short blond hair tickling my forehead. Desire rides me high, urging me to plunge into her flesh with my fangs, just like my cock is doing with her body.
Not wanting to hurt or scare her, I kiss her heated flesh, running one sharp fang along her skin. Lisa arches toward me, pressing herself harder against my mouth, eager for my forbidden kiss. Her hips meet my every thrust, matching me stroke for stroke with her own growing passion.
“Please, Asa…. Bite me.”
Her soft plea pushes me over the edge and I lightly sink my teeth into her flesh. The second the tangy taste of her blood washes over my tongue I reach my peak, thrusting harder and deeper into the inviting heat between her legs.
My orgasm starts to jet as I pull on the shallow wound, drawing a small mouthful of blood from my lover. A scream of ecstasy rips from her lungs as her slick interior walls spasm around me. On and on my orgasm lasts, drawn out longer by the slow sipping of her blood.
Unwilling to take more than a mouthful from her, I draw back and lick the tiny wounds, sealing them instantly. I continue to pump my hips in and out, hoping to extend her release as long as possible.
After a moment she quiets, her body relaxing beneath me.
“Freakin’ hell,” she says between gasping breaths. “That was incredible.”
I brace my weight on my elbows and mumble my agreement, kissing her neck in gratitude. What a gift this woman has given me. An intimate encounter with no pain, with no hidden agenda, just a simple joy of feeling between two people.
Lisa turns her face toward me and I feel her smiling against my shoulder. “When can we do it again?”
I circle my hips in answer; my length and girth not diminished one iota. “I may be undead, but I require no recovery time.”
Lisa laughs and pulls my face to hers in a loud smacking kiss. “Damn, Asa. You’re just what I need.” She rolls me over and climbs on top. “My turn to burn some calories.”
I reach up and grab her breasts. “You ever need a work out partner, just call.”
She swats me playfully and starts to move. “Have I told you how nice Anchorage is?”
I thrust up with my hips, driving the blond beauty off the bed a few extra inches. “No, do tell.”
Epilogue
The trip to the V V Inn has been successful in more ways than one. Oddly, I’ll miss the place, mainly because of Asa. On the other hand I can’t wait to get home and back to a normal life. I might be a grim reaper with all that entails, but there is a whole world I never knew existed. I can only imagine what else is out there.
I glance at Jon. He agreed to drive me to the airport. Though I hadn’t had much contact with him, I think he’s happy to see me go. “So, a werewolf, eh?”
He smirks. “Yeah.”
“Interesting.” Looking back at the road I sift through the questions I want to ask. The ride is short so I have limited time. Plus, I’m not sure how receptive he’ll be to my probing. “Is that full moon thing a myth?”
His eyes cut to me. “No, the urge to turn is just stronger.” He looks back to the road. Okay, not a big talker. “That whole scythe thing—is that a myth?”
I shrug. “Heck if I know. I don’t have one but there’s a lot about being a reaper I haven’t learned yet.”
We ride the rest of the way in silence. Asa said he’d meet me in the hangar. Some of my memories about the past few days are fuzzy. I can’t help but wonder if he’s done something to erase knowledge I’m not supposed to have. The idea doesn’t make me angry. Actually the opposite. It’s probably better I don’t remember. That saying I can tell you, but I’d have to kill you comes to mind. Yeah, ignorance is bliss.
The SUV stops outside the hangar and I see Asa waiting in the shadows. My heart gives a little leap. Damn he’s sexy. Being with him has done more for my self-esteem than a whole library of self-help books could have.
After unloading my bag Jon turns to me. “Thanks. I was skeptical but…thanks.”
I stick out my hand. “You’re welcome.” He hesitates to take it. “I promise I won’t reap you.”
He smiles and gives my hand a shake. Then he gets back into the vehicle and drives away. A man I’ve not seen before takes my bag.
“Whenever you’re ready, Mrs. Carron.”
“Thank you.” I scan the area but the small plane I arrived in isn’t there. Only the jet. “Are we taking that?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll wait on board for you.”
Wow, it’s my lucky day. I could get used to perks like this. I head into the hangar and stop when I reach Asa. “Did you arrange for the jet?”
He hooks his finger inside the neck of my shirt and pulls me to him. “You deserve a sweet ride home after what you’ve been through.”
“You sure know the way to a girl’s heart.” Wrapping my arms around him I tilt my face toward his. “I think I’m going to miss you a little.”
His mouth descends to mine. The kiss is slow and hot. If there wasn’t a pilot waiting for me I might be inclined to give him a proper goodbye. However, we did do that several times the night before—and this morning.
After a blissful minute he breaks our kiss. “I think I’m going to miss you a lot.”
“You can always come to visit.” I run one hand down his chest. “Spend some time with my kids.”
“I’d like that.” He leans in and nuzzles my neck. “Maybe we could meet in Fairbanks sometime.”
I tilt my head, giving him access. Jeez, I’ve turned into such a vampire whore. “Maybe I’ll just do that.”
We kiss again and I pour all my sexy into it. It might be a while until I see Asa again. I don’t want him to forget about me. In an effort to get closer, I grind my body against him. Instantly he responds, his erection pressing against me. Yeah, I’m going to miss that.
When he draws back his eyes search my face. “Thank you—for everything.”
The moment is getting too emotional. I have to leave and he has to stay. There’s no getting around it. We come from two different worlds. They might be supernatural worlds but at this point they’re better kept apart. “Thank you—” I gyrate against him again. “For everything.”
A moan of desire escapes him. He cups my rear end and pulls me tighter. One more kiss and then I step away. “You know you can always call me.” I heft my bag over my s
houlder. “I’m not opposed to a little long distance dirty talk.”
“How about dirty texting?” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“Maybe, but typing ‘moan’ one handed isn’t as good as hearing it.”
“You’ve got a point.”
I reach into my pocket and pull out the gold coin he gave me. “You sure Vivian won’t miss this?”
“I’m sure.” He hooks his thumbs in his belt loops. “Wouldn’t matter anyway. Call me if you need more. I want you to stay safe.”
“You’re the best.” I flip the coin in the air and catch it. “Okay. Until next time, vampire.”
“Until next time, reaper.”
Before I change my mind and throw myself at Asa again, I pivot and head into the sunlight. I don’t look back but focus on getting home to my kids. The coin is warm in my palm. Even if I do encounter another supernatural ghost I won’t be using this coin. It’s part of my time here with him—and I wouldn’t give that up for all the pirate booty in the world.
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About the Author
Boone Brux is a multi-published author with stories that range from her bestselling paranormal romance, Suddenly Beautiful, to her medieval Bringer and the Bane series. As a frequently featured author and speaker at conventions, Boone loves connecting with readers. Settled in the icy regions of Alaska with the love of her life and twin daughters, it's not uncommon to find Boone tapping away on her iPad on a windy beach or the barren tundra.
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To Catch Her Death ~ A Grim Reality Novel
Suddenly Beautiful
Bringer and the Bane Series:
Shield of Fire (Book 1)
Kiss of the Betrayer (Book 2)
Chain of Illusions (Book 3)
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Acknowledgements:
Thank you, Tina Winograd, for your unwavering professionalism, your sometimes quirky sense of humor, your fast and adept editing, and your friendship. We’re glad to have you on our side.
Big thanks goes out to our readers, new and old. You’re the reason we struggle day in and day out to make it in this complex and disenchanting industry. To have someone who longs to read the stories inside our heads is priceless.
Note from the Authors
This book is a combination of characters from two series, the V V Inn by C.J. Ellisson and Grim Reality by Boone Brux. Each series contains unique characters and terms, so we’ve added a glossary to help you out!
Glossary
Bloodcoffee - a mixture of half-blood and half-coffee, favored by undead everywhere.
Donor - a human who donates blood to a vampire, willingly, with no connections.
Dria - the master vampire who narrates the first book, aka Vivian and Alexandria. She’s married to Rafe and they own the V V Inn together.
Fledgling - term used for a vampire under the age of five years.
Jon/Jonathan - Vivian's werewolf servant and the head groundskeeper on the property.
Liebling - German endearment, meaning darling.
Master Vampire - a vampire who heads their own seethe, or is independent of a seethe. One not requiring the blood of a master to gain in power, but has accumulated enough strength to hold their own in a battle where an older vampire may try to drain a younger one for their blood.
Rafe - Vivian's human husband, bonded mate for sixty-five years, and co-owner to the inn.
Romeo - Jonathan's old Alpha, but not the Were who infected him.
Seethe - A vampire family, or group of vampires, with a master vampire at its head.
Turning - term used for when a human has been changed into a vampire.
Vivian - the nickname for Dria, a play on words from The V V Inn.
Were - shorthand for werewolf.
JUMP TO...
WITCH HUNT by SM REINE
DEATH’S SERVANT by CJ ELLISSON
TORRENT by LINDSAY BUROKER
SPARK by ANTHEA SHARP
DEATH TIMES TWO by BOONE BRUX and CJ ELLISSON
ROOK: ALLIE’S WAR EPISODES 1-4 by JC ANDRIJESKI
JUSTICE CALLING by ANNIE BELLET
ARCADIA’S GIFT by JESI LEA RYAN
WILD NIGHT ROAD by KARA LEGEND
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Prologue: Mistake
One: Mr. Monochrome
Two: Awake
Three: Exit
Four: Rook
Five: Barrier
Six: Terian
Seven: Escape
Eight: Flight
Nine: Mortal Peril
Ten: Seattle
Eleven: Vow
Twelve: Change
Thirteen: Rejection
Fourteen: Vancouver
Fifteen: Murder
Sixteen: Grief
Seventeen: School
Eighteen: Betrayal
Nineteen: Breakdown
Twenty: Surprise
Twenty-One: Fire
Twenty-Two: India
Twenty-Three: Challenge
Twenty-Four: Hunt
Twenty-Five: Wire
Twenty-Six: Respite
Twenty-Seven: London
Twenty-Eight: Descent
Twenty-Nine: Contact
Thirty: Galaith
Thirty-One: Pyramid
Thirty-Two: Bridge
Epilogue: Ethan
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Allie’s War Episodes 1-4
by
JC Andrijeski
Like most humans, Allie spent her life distancing herself from Seers, a race of human-like beings discovered on Earth in the early 1900s. Then she catches her boyfriend in the arms of a hot band groupie, and Allie goes from San Francisco artist slacker to the girl wearing the GPS anklet.
That’s the least of her problems, though, compared to the shock of discovering who—and what—she really is.
Yanked out of her life by the mysterious Revik, Allie finds out that her blood may not be as “human” as she always thought. Through Revik she learns the truth: that Seers are nothing like she thought, that the world is nothing like it appears to be...and she has far more in common with the Seers than she ever wanted to believe.
The Allie’s War series is an exciting blend of Urban Fantasy and New Adult romance, with a gritty, unique new world in an alternate version of modern day Earth.
Dedicated to Maya, Samantha, Naomi, Keeley and Allie and all of the other lights that came to build us a better world.
“The meaning of events is the supreme meaning, that is not in events, and not in the soul, but is the God standing between events and the soul, the mediator of life, the way, the bridge and the going across.”
~ Carl Jung, The Red Book, Liber Novus
Prologue
MISTAKE
“Put it down!” A voice yelled. “On the ground! Right now!”
I blinked in confusion, staring at the bottle in my hand. The jagged end of broken glass looked like something out of a cartoon, or an old gangster movie.
Blood ran down the inside of my arm, not all of it mine. My muscles locked, bunched up with adrenaline.
Someone must have called the police. The young guy in front of me didn’t have his gun out, but his hand held the holster menacingly, and his uniform brought a flush of panic, starting somewhere in my lower belly.
The other fire that had burned there—irrationally bright only seconds before—abruptly sobered. Without taking so much as a breath, I dropped the broken bottle, holding up my hands in a gesture of surrender.
I’ve never been a tough chick. I’d never done anything remotely like this before...but
I knew enough to know that my combat boots, smudged make-up and punky, bleached-calico hair weren’t winning me any points with the men in blue. I looked around at the swath of cleared space around the bar.
“Hands up!” the cop yelled.
“They’re up!” I said.
He walked up, grabbing one of my wrists. He spun me around so I faced the bar. I felt cool metal hit my wrist as my chest thudded into the lacquered wood.
“You have any weapons?” the young policeman asked. He cuffed me, then patted me down. “Don’t fucking move!” he yelled, when I turned to look at him.
“No weapons!” I was shouting I realized, scared out of my wits.
All the while, my mind churned useless facts. People got shot doing stupid shit like this. More cops got shot in domestic disputes than during any other kind of call, which likely explained why the young cop’s hands shook as he cuffed me.
My eyes swept the oddly bright space until they lit on the person who had inspired all this drama, and that flame of irrational feeling ripped once more through my chest cavity, making it difficult to breathe, to think straight.
Jaden, my now ex-boyfriend, stood like a store mannequin, his eyes as wide as saucers in a pale face. He gripped the upper arm of his date, a voluptuous girl in a red vinyl dress, as if to steady himself. I looked at her, and the rage came back, intense enough to scare me. Breathing harder, I leaned against the wood, closing my eyes, trying to crush my own chest.
