This collection of short steamy Vampire Romance Erotica holiday storiesincludes
THE DEAD OF NIGHT—A POISONED GARDEN SHORT STORY
by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell
Back in Paris, heartbroken and alone on Christmas Eve, Etienne de Foix decides to share his beloved music with the souls of the dead. When someone else is drawn to the cemetery, he finds himself tempted by his new admirer.
The young man who steps from the shadows has stars in his eyes and an innocent air that stirs Etienne’s hunger. Intent on sating his lust for blood and sex, he’s surprised when something more emerges from their tryst.
The Poisoned Garden Series stories follow Etienne de Foix, the vampire villain of Guarded Hearts Season One. Set in 1791, this historical paranormal erotic romance contains MM scenes. Written for Ages 18+.
He let his music transport him, carrying him as close to heaven as he would ever be. A creature of the night, eventually he’d be dust and would rot in hell for all eternity. There was no forgiveness for his sins. No penance or absolution. His only solace came from the bow in his hand and the strings beneath his fingers, weaving songs as they formed. He grew so lost in the new one, it was a while before he sensed he was no longer alone.
Opening his eyes, his gaze traveled through the shadows opposite him, settling on a man. A handsome young man with honey brown hair and hazel eyes. He stood so perfectly still Etienne had almost missed him.
Pausing, Etienne surveyed him cautiously. Was he a hunter looking for prey?
“Don’t stop,” the stranger pleaded when he stilled his bow. “Play.”
“My music was not for you,” Etienne told him, enchanted by his voice. “I perform for the souls that lie here.”
He wasn’t in church. Maybe he was a prostitute. Paris was full of them. Easy pickings for a vampire like himself.
Disappointment crossed the young man’s face. “What brings you here in the dead of night on Christmas Eve?”
“I come to play,” he told him. “What is your name and what is your price, hmm?”
“Gael,” the young man spoke softly. “And I have no price.”
“Nonsense,” Etienne scoffed. “Everyone has a price. It’s only a matter of finding it.”
On the run from her mobster stepfather, Ashlee Gabrielli knows to trust no one. When Ash stumbles through the gates of the Citadel looking for a place to hide, she has no idea the men here are shifters.
Tobias Santini is the leader of The Order of the Phoenix. The cadre’s superior has guided his men and protected their women since the first fated mate was found. With everyone else in relationships, Tobias remains alone, serving as guardian to them all.
When he discovers Ash hiding in the garden, everything changes. She’s the image of a woman he loved and lost a lifetime ago, and she’s in trouble. Taking her under his wing, Tobias vows to protect her—even from himself when attraction sparks between them.
Ash is inexplicably drawn to the silver fox superior. Eventually, he reveals their past life connection, but he’s still keeping secrets. She has one, too, possessing a dangerous gift that no one foresees. With forces unfolding their insidious plans and a final showdown brewing, the men of the Citadel will need every ally they have to survive the wrath of the vampire Etienne. Yet even that might not be enough this time.
This epic Season One finale has BDSM, consensual power exchange, dark themes, and potential triggers, including a history of child abuse. The first DD/lg book of the series is written for Ages 18+.
Guarded Hearts Season One features The Order of the Phoenix. Season Two will feature members of The Order of the Dragon, Hell’s Fury MC, who appear as secondary characters in Season One. Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Hearts Book 7.5/Season Two Prequel) debuts in the Twisted Steel 2 MC Anthology out 13 April 2021.
EXCERPT 1 (PG):
<p class="has-text-align-justify" value="<amp-fit-text layout="fixed-height" min-font-size="6" max-font-size="72" height="80"><strong>Tobias stared at the angel before him. Skin still flushed from her bath, she was a vision of beauty and so startlingly like his Francesca, he almost forgot she wasn’t.</strong>Tobias stared at the angel before him. Skin still flushed from her bath, she was a vision of beauty and so startlingly like his Francesca, he almost forgot she wasn’t.
“What?” Ash questioned, looking at him like he’d gone mad.
Catching himself, he realized he’d been staring like a besotted fool. Moonstruck by this enigmatic young woman.
Tobias cleared his throat. “Forgive me, I should have set out a brush and comb for you to use.” Ash still had questions to answer and could easily be a threat to his home if she was working for their enemies. Showing her kindness was one way of putting her at ease.
Ash shrugged a slim shoulder. “I used a bunch of other stuff, but it would be nice to brush my hair before we eat.”
Tearing himself away, Tobias quickly fetched the items and brought them back to her. When she reached to take them, he could smell the subtle scent of his favorite soap on her hair and skin. Why it pleased him, he wasn’t sure. He was desperate to know why she looked so much like the one woman who had meant so much to him, one he’d lost centuries ago. Coincidence? Or was something darker and more nefarious at play?
He watched her turn, quickly returning to the bathroom to brush her locks and bring order to the messy blonde mop.
He had planned to work on the carousel phoenix today but he didn’t dare leave her alone. One unguarded moment and she might disappear as quickly as smoke. Remembering the way the air had rippled around him when he’d caught her by the wall, he frowned. He needed to know who she was…, what she was, and what powers she possessed.
Perhaps it was time to call Father Xavier over for a visit. The priest was the acting head of the Guardians of the Sacred Light cell in the city. Although the secret organization had no real love for supernaturals, Xavier had many he called friends. If anyone would know what this woman was, it would be him. Tobias wondered if she was some kind of changeling or shapeshifter. That would explain why she had Francesca’s face. Perhaps she had picked up his thoughts which had been so heavy with the past lately and used an image from his memories.
The sound of her voice dragged him from his musings. Standing before him, she stared up at him, her expression a mix of innocence and nervousness. Tobias remembered her earlier fear when he’d grappled her to the ground and felt a surge of protectiveness toward this female who had come so unexpectedly under his care.
Whether she was his prisoner or his ward remained to be seen.
EXCERPT 2 (NSFW):
“Hey,” Tobias whispered. “We don’t have to do this.”
Ash straightened her spine. “Yes, we do. You know we do.”
Her virginity might have been stolen from her by the monster she’d lived with, but to Ash, this would be her first time. The one she would always remember. She’d chosen Tobias to give her the memory of what it should have been like. Something to treasure. The first man she’d truly been attracted to. Her choice. No one else’s.
Ash knew she’d made the right decision from the way he kept talking to her. If she said stop, she knew in her heart he would.
Walking on her knees, she straddled his head and let the calloused hands on her hips guide her into place. She curled her fingers around the top of his headboard and hung on for the ride.
He licked her, a sinful stroke of his tongue that made her want to grind herself on his face and use it to get herself off like she’d used his fingers. He licked her again, shifted her, angled his head, and started fucking her with his tongue. Her small breasts swung with the motion, pelvis rocking against his hungry mouth. He feasted on her like a starving man before finding her clit and letting his finger fill the void he’d left behind.
A familiar tension built, holding her in its grip, refusing to let her go but not letting her find completion, either. She whimpered, feeling desperate and needy.
Hearing her, Tobias gave her clit one last lick, fastened his lips over it, and sucked it into his mouth. Working a second finger into her pussy, he banged her with his fingers, curled them, and drove her over the edge.
She’d never come so hard in her life. Juices shot out, wetting his face. Her spasming walls milked his hand, tightening around his digits like a Chinese finger trap.
“Sorry,” she apologized when he tried to pull out and her muscles clenched that much harder. “I guess my pussy doesn’t want to let you go.”
Embarrassed, she couldn’t meet his gaze. This was so different than what she’d experienced in the past. Better but at the same time she felt awkward and unsure. Tobias was older than she was. He wasn’t quite human but he had confidence that assured her he’d done things like this before. Ash pushed aside the twinge of jealousy. Tonight was her night. She wasn’t going to let thoughts of his other lovers spoil it.
He didn’t let that deter him. Instead, he started teasing her clit, toggling it with his tongue, drawing designs on it that helped her to open up to him. He fucked her with two fingers and worked in a third, jacking his hand in short forays that grew in strength and speed. When she was on the verge of coming again, he fucking lifted her by the waist, sat up with her, and lowered her onto his cock.
Or tried to.
Four fingers might have been enough to stretch her out.
“Breathe, babygirl,” he murmured. “Take hold of me if you need to. Part your lips with the tip and find your opening and guide me in. Just like that. Christ.”
Thank goodness she was slick. It was all she could do to wedge the head of his erection inside her and slowly sink down onto it, inch by incredible inch. The man was huge. Huge. Her god of the forge was hung like a horse. It took forever to work her way down, rocking against him, gaining ground with every push.
She winced when he hit bottom.
“Ssh,” he crooned. “Just hold still. Let your body adjust. Don’t try to rush it. Everything will come in time.”
He started whispering lovetalk in an odd mix of Italian and Latin, telling her how beautiful she was, how brave she was, how lucky he was to have found her. Ash took it as all the things she imagined a man was supposed to say during sex. Not the insults and threats she’d endured at the hands of her stepfather.
But Tobias kept on, vowing to protect her, to cherish her. She knew this was different when he bent his head and kissed her breast and confessed he couldn’t wait to see their baby there.
Men didn’t talk babies. Not like he was talking.
She realized then that he wasn’t wearing a condom.
Oh, God. What was she thinking?
“It’s a bit soon for that, don’t you think?” she asked him nervously.
Tobias jerked back his head, shocked that she knew what he’d been saying.
“You’re not wearing a rubber,” she reminded him. “Promise me you won’t get me pregnant. I’m too young for that. I want to live a little before I think about having kids. Jesus, I’m barely more than a kid myself.”
Guilt washed over his features. “I don’t have condoms,” he confessed. “I haven’t needed them.”
He didn’t have lovers or hookups or whatever? How could that possibly be as good looking and fit as he was?
“You’re going to buy some,” she ordered. “If we’re going to keep doing this, I’m not taking chances. Meanwhile, can you control yourself enough to pull out to finish? I don’t care where, just as long as it’s not inside me.”
Flexing his hips and driving up into her, he wove his fingers into her hair and pressed their foreheads together, holding her close while they shared each labored breath. “I do. I can. I will,” he swore.
“Okay, then. I’m trusting you to take care of me.”
HELL’S FURY MC: DANGEROUS CURVES ★•**•★COMING 13 APRIL 2021★•**•★
First appearing in TWISTED STEEL: A MOTORCYCLE CLUB ANTHOLOGY (SECOND EDITION) from Knox Publishing by Kristine Allen, Scarlett Black, April Canavan, Chelle C. Craze & Eli Abbott, Amy Davies, Claire Marta & Nia Farrell, Nicole James, Addison Jane, Elizabeth Knox, E.C. Land, Rae B. Lake, Erin Osborne, Dani René, and Claire Shaw
The authors of the Twisted Steel anthology have decided to come back with a second edition. They heard how much you loved it and listened to the readers. But, that’s not all. A few new faces have been added as well.
These USA Today and International Bestsellers have collaborated once again to bring you brand new biker stories that have never been published before. A combination of full-length novels and novellas are within the pages of this edition.
A couple of these authors have written about characters in their clubs you already adore, while others are launching a brand new series.
Each story takes place in a separate club, but you can always count on copious amounts of danger, suspense, angst but most of all – chemistry.
We ask you again: will these men and women put everything on the line for their brotherhood, or will they risk it all for love?
This collection includes stories from Dani René, April Canavan, Elizabeth Knox, Addison Jane, Claire Marta & Nia Farrell, E.C. Land, Erin Osborne, Amy Davies, Kristine Allen, Chelle C. Craze & Eli Abbott, Claire Shaw, Rae B. Lake, and Scarlett Black.
Twisted Steel: A Motorcycle Club Anthology (Second Edition) includesHell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Hearts Book 7.5/Season 2 Prequel) by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell (Length 49K words)
Quake is a club Enforcer for the Hell’s Fury MC, gargoyle shifters who belong to The Order of the Dragon. Together, they are sworn to watch over mankind and supernaturals alike. Warrior, soldier, he’s never envisioned more out of life until a certain stripper catches his eye.
Magenta is a rare red maned wolf shifter. She’s the featured performer and highest-paid sex worker at The Pole Barn, a strip club and brothel near Las Vegas, Nevada, but it’s not where she plans to spend her life.
Magenta—aka Rory Lockheart—dreams of more.
When trouble comes knocking on Magenta’s door, it’s Quake who comes to her rescue. She’s the stuff of his dreams, but women like her don’t date even when attraction ignites between them.
After Magenta is kidnapped, all evidence points to the low-life jackal shifters in the Death’s Head MC. Can Quake find the rare beauty before it’s too late or will she disappear from his life forever?
Dangerous Curves is the Guarded Hearts Season Two prequel. Quake and Magenta’s story continues in Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (Guarded Hearts Book 8). This story ends in a cliffhanger and has adult situations and potential triggers. Written for Ages 18+.
An invitation to the royal hunt at Château de Fontainebleau is an offer Etienne de Foix cannot refuse. Falling for the charm of Kristoff Vasilyvich, a Russian prince, yields a second one he’s delighted to accept. The third—to find pleasure in a threesome with Odette d’Évreux—flings him into a world of darkness. Lurking beneath the château are creatures he never knew existed. One dark kiss, one night of insatiable lust, and Etienne finds himself one of the damned, reaped in the dark harvest.
The Poisoned Garden Series stories follow Etienne de Foix, the vampire villain of Guarded Hearts Season One. Set in 1538, this historical paranormal erotic romance contains MM and MFM scenes. Written for Ages 18+.
To Etienne’s good fortune, the Russian prince shared his nature, preferring men to women but indulging in both. Last night, he’d been delighted to discover the Russian was big all over, not just in stature. He’d had trouble sitting all day. A price well worth paying for the memories they’d made. Typically, he was the one who plucked the black rose, but he’d found Kristoff too charismatic to say no. They’d left the dance early and fucked half the night.
His cock stirred, ready for another round.
Kristoff chuckled. “Settle,” he murmured. “Do not let her see your interest.”
Etienne grimaced. “‘Tis you she wants.”
He bent to whisper in his ear. “As do you. I think I should fuck you both. Shall we see how badly she wants it? I am willing to beg off from joining the hunt. Let the others go forth in the cold and damp whilst we stay warm in bed.”
Jesu. Etienne was hard now. The bastard knew well how to incite his passions. He wouldn’t mind sharing Odette with Kristoff. The man was a satyr. He’d handle them both and his servants, too, given the chance.
“All right,” Etienne agreed, striving to not seem too eager. “How do you wish to do this?”
Kristoff stroked his beard, considering. “I could just ask her. Or I can entice her. Lure her away with an offer to see the gardens by moonlight and carry her off like a Viking conquest to my bed. She’ll expect nothing less from the House of Rurik. Once we get started, you can come and join us.”
Etienne nodded. Locked in the throes of passion, she’d be much more likely to agree to take two lovers—especially if it meant losing the one.
He watched Kristoff stalk across the floor to the beauty who was watching them. She was a captivating creature with dark hair, expressive brown eyes, and soft, generous lips that contrasted with her smooth, fair complexion.
It took nothing for his lover to coax her onto the dance floor. Sipping his wine, Etienne watched Kristoff flirt, reeling Odette in with his rough charm and devilish smile. A touch of his hand here, a whisper in her ear, and he’d soon persuaded her to join him in an evening far more satisfying than a dance.
They’d already agreed the hunting party would leave at dawn without them. Whether there were two or three bodies in Kristoff’s bed remained to be seen.
A psychic, an ex-priest, and two shifters walk into a bar… But it’s no laughing matter. All hell’s about to break loose.
Gael Fournier is harboring a secret—one that threatens to jeopardize his brothers at the Citadel and their fated mates. Broken, scarred, he refuses to open up to anyone, especially his partner Elijah.
Unwanted, Elijah Marley fights to break through to Gael anyway. Watching him from afar, nothing he does seems to pierce the wall around the Frenchman’s heart.
One chance meeting brings them face to face with their fated mate, Sam Henderson, a psychic medium who talks to the dead. Gael’s hostile reaction drives Elijah into the arms of another whose destiny is linked to theirs.
Angry, alone, Gael unknowingly walks into the clutches of the monster who’s been stalking him the whole time. After Elijah is unwittingly thrown into danger, too, it’s up to Sam and Father James Carver to race to the rescue of both men.
Not an easy task when their enemy is a vampire hell-bent on claiming and keeping what’s his….
Shifters with a sci-fi twist, Guarded Hearts Season One (Books 1-7) follows members of The Order of the Phoenix. Each book in this interconnected storyline provides a happily-ever-after for the main characters. While the first book of Season One can be read as a stand-alone, the following titles need to be read in order, beginning with Morgan (Guarded Hearts Book 1).
This story has potential triggers, including forced compliance. MMFM ménage erotic romance with MF, MM, and MMF scenes, written for Ages 18+.
“Sammy, get that one to bend over for me, would you, hon, so I can check out those tight buns of his in those jeans?” she murmured.
Sam bit her lip and swallowed down her reply. She’d had plenty of weird looks when people thought she was talking to herself. No one could see Grandma. They only heard her one-sided conversation which made things awkward.
“Oh, yeah, come to Grandma,” the old woman crooned, circling around behind the men and eyeing their tushes.
Please don’t get handsy, Grandma, she mentally warned and hoped she was listening in. Bum pinching was Ellie Mae Henderson’s afterlife obsession. Okay. Sam would admit they were both drop-dead gorgeous. The blond had a broody, bad boy vibe going and the other one’s smile was bright and friendly. His eyes twinkled and there was something about him that made her warm all over. She really needed to get laid. It had been months since her last hook up. Not since North Carolina. Her grandmother’s inability to keep her hands to herself had ended every relationship she’d ever been in. Her longest had lasted a month until he’d gotten spooked. Once Grandma got grabby, it was goodbye, boyfriend.
“Come on, girl! Don’t just stand there with your mouth hanging open. Charm these fine young men. Winner, winner, chicken dinner. Play your cards right and you’ll have some dark and white meat in your bed tonight. If it makes you feel any better, I promise I won’t watch.”
Talk about killing the mood. Sam shook herself and focused on the men who’d come with Prince.
“I’m Sam,” she repeated. “And you are…?”
“Elijah Marley.” The handsome black man with the blinding smile had a Jamaican accent. He had his hands full holding the Irish wolfhound, who was straining to check out Gus.
She looked expectantly at the broody one, a tragic blond with a dark shroud clinging to his shoulders.
“Gael Fournier,” he clipped in a French accent, as unhappy to be here as Elijah was delighted.
She intuited that they were partners but they sure didn’t act like it. If they were in a committed relationship, it was on the rocks. She sensed a separation looming with a chance of a reunion. The future had yet to be determined. It would have to be both their choices to make things work. Otherwise they were doomed to fail.
Which was too bad. They really were a beautiful couple.
Sighing, she wished them well. Just her luck to attract two gay men. She seemed to have a knack for it.
“And this is Prince,” she hummed, dropping to her knees. Putting her hand beneath his muzzle, she looked him squarely in the eye. “They tell me that you’ve been chasing a cat. Want to tell me what that’s all about, hmm?”
In her mind’s eye, Sam saw a blanket that used to be the dog’s. Somehow the cat had gotten hold of it and hidden it.
“You need to help them find it,” Grandma told her. “Go on! Tell them what you saw! If anyone can handle your truth, it’s these boys. Trust me.”
Sam lifted her chin and met their gazes, shifting hers back and forth between the two of them.
“The cat—Gibbs?” she asked Prince, double-checking what she thought he said. “Prince says that Gibbs stole his blanket. He’s only been trying to get it back. The cat’s hiding it somewhere on the property. If you like, Gus and I can do a search-and-rescue…, help find it and restore peace in the household. I’m afraid Prince isn’t going to stop until he gets it back. He barely tolerated the cat before this. He seriously dislikes him now. Sneaky thief, he says. And my precious. Dear Lord. He says he likes Lord of the Rings on movie night. This is one seriously fine animal you have.”
Gael remained stonily silent, eyeing her with suspicion. He wouldn’t trust easily. There were scars on his soul that might never heal.
Elijah looked at her in wonder. “You are a conjure woman, yes?” he asked. “You see things. Hear things.”
Gael curled his lip and made a scoffing sound.
Sam refused to apologize for her gifts. “I don’t do spellwork,” she told them. “I don’t intentionally conjure things, but I do hear them. Spirits. Animals. Trees. My grandmother. She’s gone but she’s still very much with me. My gifts are what let Gus and I be such a successful search-and-rescue team. When the trail goes cold, I can point him in the right direction until he picks it up again. Look, I know this is as unconventional a class as what you could imagine, but I’m happy to give you a refund. I just want to help Prince find his blanket. And I’ll have a talk with Gibbs while I’m at it. Hopefully, he’ll see the error of his ways. With cats, it’s hard to say. Too many of them remember when they were worshiped as gods.”
“Yes!” Elijah agreed excitedly. “We would be honored with your presence and help in our home.”
Gael’s jaw tightened but he didn’t say a word. The look in his eyes, though, spoke volumes. He didn’t believe a word she was saying—or at least he refused to.
“Great!” Sam replied, brightly ignoring the cold blue eyes directed at her and Grandma’s satisfied smirk. “Let’s start the lesson and then we can work out when I can come over.”
Prince turned out to be a good listener. Full of energy with a boisterous nature, he loved to play. Gus was a good influence on him. Well-trained and patient, her partner helped to show the younger dog what he was supposed to do. By the time the lesson was up, Prince and Elijah both were more confident with each other. Unlike Gael, who hung at the back of the room like a storm cloud. He hadn’t attempted to interact. Instead, he’d watched and silently judged.
“That one’s a project.” Grandma commented, eyeing the Frenchman. “He needs someone to take him in hand.”
Sam’s traitorous thoughts slid to a certain part of his anatomy she would love to take in hand. From the way he filled out his jeans, he wasn’t short or small in that department. Feeling her cheeks heat in a blush, she shook herself. Holy Batman, what was she thinking?
Although Elijah could be the actor Henry Cavill’s crotch double if there was such a thing. Her attention settled on the Jamaican’s natural endowment. The ridge in his pants reached to the side of his hip. It looked like he was housing an anaconda down there and growing by the second the more she watched.
“Oh, child,” Grandma chuckled. “Just wait until you unwrap it. It’s going to be like Christmas Day come early!”
Sam choked on the breath she’d just inhaled. They’re gay. She could sense a connection between them and her gift never failed.
Although, they could be bi…
“Bi,” Grandma confirmed, then sang it like NSYNC. “Bi, bi, bi…”
Sam and James walked to where the path divided, one side heading for the chapel, the other winding its way through the gardens. The property was softly lit from the glow of security lights that reached some of the flagstone walk. She let Gus mark a tree, wrapped his lead securely around her hand, and told him, “Find Grandma.”
Gus took off toward the back of the chapel. The spirit of Ellie Mae Henderson was walking the labyrinth, singing, “Follow the yellow brick road,” and spouting quotes from The Wizard of Oz and Airplane!
“It’s a twister! It’s a twister! Don’t call me Shirley!”
“What should I call you, then?” Sam whispered, not knowing if there were other ears around. James was in the chapel but Gael was missing. He could be out here somewhere, moping in the dark.
“Nope,” Grandma told her, reading her mind again. “There’s no one here but me, myself, and I—and now you and Gus and that good-looking man of the cloth on his knees in the chapel. You should check on him, Sam. Father James is in a world of hurt right now. He’s used to being the rock for everyone else, but he needs to feel an anchor, too, even if it’s the weight of a therapy dog.”
Sam had to hand it to Grandma. She hadn’t considered offering the comfort that Gus could provide someone. How many times had she seen him go to someone upset, someone in mourning, and accept their hugs and tears? “All right,” she said. “We’ll go. Will you stay here or are you coming in?”
Her late grandmother didn’t skip a beat. “I’ll stay here,” she chirped. “I’m still looking to catch me an elf—or a leprechaun! They’ve got ‘em, mark my words!”
If that’s what her grandmother believed, Sam wasn’t about to try and dissuade her, especially if it kept her out here and away from James.
Sam led Gus to the door of the chapel and stopped just outside it, wondering whether or not she should take him in. James might benefit from some pet therapy, but her instincts told her that he needed the human touch more. The comfort and support of an understanding, nonjudgmental soul might make all the difference to him right now.
Slipping inside, she spied James in the second row of pews, kneeling in prayer with his head bowed over his hands clasping the back of the seat in front of him.
His shoulders were shaking with silent sobs. She could feel his anguish from here.
Tying Gus to the coat rack in the back, she walked softly to the front, making just enough noise to let him know he wasn’t alone. She didn’t want to startle him when she slipped into the pew beside him and placed a healing hand over his back heart chakra.
“He’s going to be alright,” she promised, as certain of that as she was of anything right now.
“It’s my fault,” James choked out. “If I hadn’t gotten greedy. If I’d only stayed… By the time I saw what was going on, it was too late.”
“You were there when he needed you to be. If they’d taken you down first, there’d have been no one to intervene. You saved him, James. I was there, too, remember?”
Straightening in his seat, he swiveled his head to meet her gaze. In the thin light of the room, she could see the sheen of tears on his skin. Finding the bottom of her broomstick skirt, she raised her hem and dried his face.
“As for what happened before… you were needy, not greedy,” she said softly. “We all have needs. There’s no judgment here. Elijah sees the same things in you that I do. You’re a good man. A strong man. An honorable man. Someone he can connect with in a way that he doesn’t seem to with Gael. I’m worried about him,” she confessed. “Something doesn’t feel right, but I don’t know what it is and my guides aren’t saying anything.”
He looked at her, puzzlement in his eyes as he tried to sort out what she was saying.
“Who are you?” His voice was thick with emotion, his mind full of questions.
“Someone you’ve known before. In other lifetimes. Other places. Tell me you don’t feel it, too.”
He blinked, trying to clear his vision. “I don’t totally discount the idea of reincarnation, given that it’s referenced in the Bible, but I’ve never… I mean, I don’t see how…”
“You’re only shown what’s allowed when it’s time,” she explained. “Maybe one day you’ll remember—or maybe not at all. Because of my mission, I’m allowed to recall more than most. I’m a psychic medium. And you, Sir, are a very old soul. It’s nice to meet you again.”
Hopefully, things would be better for them this time. She sensed that their last lifetime together didn’t end well. The longer they were together, the stronger the impressions Sam was receiving. Why he felt so familiar was now making sense.
“I wish…” She stopped herself before she said too much. She wished that she’d found him first. Wished that they’d found Elijah together. In her mind’s eye, she could see the three of them happy and in love.
The kind of love they’d shared before, despite the laws, despite society and family and religious institutions. She sensed they’d risked everything once.
What about now?
Throwing caution to the wind, she lifted her hand and cupped the side of the ex-priest’s face, learning the feel of him. The warmth of his skin. The short thatch of beard. Leaning forward, she slipped her hand behind his head and urged him closer, lifting her forehead to press against his. They stayed like that for long, soul-searching minutes, sharing each other’s breaths, struggling not to overanalyze but to accept.
James heaved a cleansing breath, letting go, releasing the shackles of guilt that had bound him. Sensing it, she rewarded him with the soft brush of her lips on his, a tentative kiss, not demanding a response.
He went still, locked in an internal struggle. Thanks to her actions, he faced a moral dilemma. What was right? What was fair? Different races. Different backgrounds. Different genders.
What about Elijah?
Sam kissed him again, needing him to see what she did, that whatever had sparked between them was worth pursuing. She teased the seam of his lips, probing his defenses, not letting up until he’d surrendered to the moment.
Surrendered to her.
Thrusting his fingers into her hair, he finally took control and kissed her back.
Sam swore she heard a chorus of angels singing hosannas and smiled.
This sizzling short story is part of the Vampirielle Anthologies: Volume One by Scerina Elizabeth, Em J. Vago, Tara Devaney-Thompson, M.F.Adele, Bethany Strobel, AnnaMarie Gardner, Brandi Gillilan, Claire Marta. and Nia Farrell. This collection of steamy vampire romance erotica stories releases October 31, 2021.
Unmasked—A Poisoned Garden Short Story by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell is historical paranormal erotic romance (Length 3K words) and the first release in their new Poisoned Garden series.
Opera singer Estelle Broussan has the voice of an angel and the body of a goddess. She’s quite the actress, too. Rumor has it that the streets of Paris are littered with the lovers she’s cast off but she’s wary of men who want her for her talent or looks.
Only one man who wants her for her mind, but he proves to be the most dangerous of all.
This erotic paranormal short story is set in 1792 Paris amidst the French Revolution and features Etienne de Foix, the vampire from the Guarded Hearts series by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell. Written for Ages 18+.
EXCERPT from Unmasked by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell:
Estelle decided to take advantage of their host’s generosity. Filling a plate and grabbing a glass of wine, she circled the floor, watching the dancers, admiring the statues. One young man looked like Ganymede, come from Olympus to serve the tall, blond god with wolf ears who stood admiring him. The living statue held his pose but she could tell he was discomfited by the backs of two fingers tracing the inside of his thigh. Discomfited and aroused. A telltale bulge beneath his toga betrayed his reaction to the wolf’s attention.
Estelle sighed. There was nothing quite as beautiful as watching two handsome men make love. She’d seen enough backstage trysts to know.
She drifted closer, curious if the boy would cry wolf, or if he’d let the wolf-man have his way. She supposed it depended on what he’d been paid for. At least one statue had come down from his pedestal and disappeared with a patron.
The man admiring him swiveled his head. From behind the wolf’s mask that he wore, his vibrant blue eyes lit with interest to have caught her watching them. “There you are,” he greeted her, his voice a rich baritone that resonated in her core. “I wondered when I might see you. I’ve had to amuse myself with my golden boy. He is beautiful, is he not?”
The wolf slid a lascivious glance at the young man and wet his lips. “He has no complaints, I can assure you. But what of you, ma chère? Who takes care of your needs these days?”
“Oui,” she agreed, thinking he’d mistaken her for one of the other women here in a red cape and a mask. “I hope you treat him well.”
Darcy Takahara’s distrust of supernaturals makes her wary of cadre members Zana Sasani and Lukas Schmidt…
Darcy Takahara’s experience with dark forces puts her at odds with the men at the Citadel. With her cousin in their clutches, she’s not sure they can be trusted.
Driven by her own agenda, she accepts a teaching position at The Haven, a private boys’ school in rural New York. She’s on the trail of her ex-lover, Dr. Liu Chan, the former member of an elite secret order. Discovering him on staff at the school, she fears Liu is up to his old tricks.
Gaining the trust of those around her is imperative. Darcy does what she must to infiltrate their ranks and learn Liu’s secrets. When things take a devastating turn, she’s forced to seek the help of two men she’s been trying to avoid.
Zana Sasani and Lukas Schmidt have been watching Raven’s cousin for a while. The Asian beauty is feisty and strong, and they’ve both fallen head over heels for her.
The problem is she can’t be trusted. When circumstances force a wary truce, the men think they have their chance to win their fated mate. But Darcy’s mission is far from over. With an old enemy rising, the men must work quickly to aid her or risk losing her forever.
Shifters with a sci-fi twist, Guarded Hearts Season One (Books 1-7) follows members of The Order of the Phoenix. Each book in this interconnected storyline provides a happily-ever-after for the main characters. While the first book of Season One can be read as a stand-alone, the following titles will be more fully enjoyed and understood if they are read in order, beginning with Morgan (Guarded Hearts Book 1).
This story has potential triggers, including interrogation and forced compliance. MFM ménage erotic romance with MM and MMF scenes, written for Ages 18+.
He was waiting for her inside the door, a handsome man with dark hair, golden skin, and almond eyes that spoke to his Chinese heritage. She hadn’t seen him in years, but he hadn’t changed.
Assessing her with a long, slow sweep of his gaze, Dr. Chan nodded his satisfaction.
“Ms. Takahara,” he intoned, giving her a stiff, formal bow, his face betraying nothing. “How are you?”
It was the telling note in his voice, the hint of thinly veiled anger that revealed what he did not say.
Taking a breath, she ventured a guess. “You saw what he did.”
“Yes,” he grated. “Are you hurt? Do you need me to examine you?”
She shook her head. “No. No,” she insisted, stepping back when he started to reach for her.
He dropped his hand. A Chinese curse blistered the air.
“It’s alright,” she assured him, trying to convince herself as much as the doctor. “You know me. I’m tough. I’ll survive.”
Giving her a long, considering look, he canted his head questioningly. “Is it true what the whispers say? Have you gone rogue?”
Darcy stared into the face of the man who had changed her life in so many ways for both good and bad. Nothing had been the same since she’d met him.
“It’s true,” she replied quietly. “Like you, I grew tired of serving someone else’s agenda. I needed a fresh start, and Dr. Rossi offered it.”
“He should not have done what he did,” he grated, no longer talking about Rossi.
“No, but it’s the price I pay for being better. Rape isn’t about sex. It’s about control. You know this.”
“You should have fought harder.”
“Like I fought you?” She dropped her gaze to the scar on his face. “I’m sorry I hurt you, Dr. Chan.”
He reached for her, slowly, carefully, as if she was as feral as the cat she was trying to tame.
“And I’m sorry he hurt you,” he said. “I didn’t know. I would have stopped it.”
She shook her head. “It’s alright, Dr. Chan.”
He tipped her chin and tsked. “Not here, not now, and not when it’s just the two of us. Under this roof, there is no doctor or Ms. Within these walls,” he told her, “you are Darcy Takahara and I am Liu Chan.”
“Liu,” she acknowledged, breathing in his scent, as memorable as their time together…
And almost as tempting as the two men she’d been forced to leave behind.
If Tobias had his way, she’d never see Zana or Lukas again.
Liu, however, was here. And the pheromones rolling off him in waves confirmed that he still wanted her as much as ever.
Maybe more so, now that the colonel had had her, too.
Going by instinct alone, Lukas leveled a look at Darcy that dared her to disobey and barked at Zana, “You! Take her to the kitchen! I will fetch the rope.”
It was in the dungeon two floors up, but Lukas made a flying trip and was back in no time with hanks of natural and dyed jute rope clutched in both hands.
Darcy was seated in a chair that Zana had pulled away from the table, far enough that both men could prowl around it and have access to every available part of her. The Persian had pulled off his belt and used it to handcuff her wrists—a clever trick that Killian had learned from one of Raven’s books and shared with the rest of the brothers.
Zana hadn’t gagged her, but he had gripped her chin and was making her suck his thumb.
Just the sight of them gave Lukas a raging hard-on.
Tossing most of the rope onto the floor, he untied one hank, shook it out, and used it to lash her calves and ankles to the front legs of the chair. Looping another length through her bound wrists, he pulled her arms over her head with her elbows up and her hands behind her neck. Drawing one end through the bottom rung of the chair, he cinched the rope tight and tied a quick-release knot in it. Standing, he circled in front of her and ripped open her towel, exposing the exquisite lines of her athletic body to them.
Lukas stared. He’d never seen a naked woman except in porn and this one was perfect in his eyes. Her breasts were high, round, and firm with golden brown nipples furled into diamond-hard knots. Her shaved pussy was plump, smooth, and already sopping wet.
Zana frowned, worried that maybe he was taking things a bit too far.
Lukas didn’t think so. There was one way to find out.
“What do you have to say for yourself, fräulein?” Lukas thrust a hand between her legs. This time her gasp was followed by a moan. Her eyes grew languorous, heavy-lidded with lust, her chest rising and falling with each panting breath. “Explain this. What has made you so wet, hmm?” As an experiment, he lightly slapped her breast. Feeling her gush, he slapped it again, harder. “What is your mission? Whom are you trying to save? Talk or we will find ways to loosen that tongue of yours and then…, I already know something else I wish to do with that mouth.”
She swallowed hard and shook her head, playing the part of a recalcitrant prisoner.
“Very well.” Lukas drew himself up to his full, intimidating height. “Zana! Give me your knife. I want you to fuck her with your fingers but don’t let her come. Bring her to the edge and keep her there.”
Quirking an eyebrow but saying nothing, Zana pulled his favorite folding knife from his pocket and handed it to Lukas. Kneeling by the chair, the Persian ran his thumbs up the inside of her thighs and pushed one finger into her sheath.
“Christ, she’s tight,” his partner breathed, flexing his arm and working his digit in and out several times before attempting to add another one.
Lukas flicked open Zana’s knife and held it in front of Darcy’s face. A warrior like her would appreciate such a weapon, forged in fire and hammered into the perfect blend of function and form. She held her breath, eyes widening when he brought it to her neck below her chin and pressed the flattened blade against her throat. “Just the tip,” he promised, shifting his angle enough to barely puncture her skin. Breath hissed between her teeth when he dipped his head and licked her wound.
The taste of her blood triggered his own quickening that Zana had experienced earlier. It was true. She was their fated mate, sent to them for a higher purpose. Now they needed to make her their own, share their seed, and begin her transformation.
But Zana had taught him, ladies first.
Lukas tossed the knife onto the counter and came to stand opposite Zana by Darcy’s free side. Raising his hand, he wrapped his fingers around her throat and squeezed, listening to the liquid sounds from below and watching every nuance on her exotically beautiful face. “Bang her harder,” he ordered his partner. “I think she likes it rough.”
Zana used all of his experience to bring Darcy to the edge of her climax and keep her there without letting her go over. Lukas tightened his grip on the slender column of her throat. Letting his knowledge of anatomy guide him, he squeezed until he’d cut off her air and she started to fight for it.
“Come for us,” he crooned, not letting up until she did, her body convulsing almost violently as she squirted, juices shooting out to bathe the inside of her thighs and wet the floor between her feet.
“Good girl,” Zana hummed, pleased with her responsiveness.
“Are you ready to talk?” Lukas asked her.
Darcy eyed him warily from the fog of post-orgasmic bliss.
“No? Have it your way. Zana, take her to bed. We’ll keep her there until she agrees to answer our questions or we fuck the truth out of her.”
Emmett and Theo fight to trust the woman who was forced to betray them.
Partners Emmett and Theo are kidnapped by a shadowy organization bent on learning their secrets. Taken to a private lab, they meet Dr. Riley Walker, the brilliant, beautiful geneticist charged with discovering what they are.
While Riley believes they’re aliens, Theo and Emmett realize she’s their mate. But she’s also the enemy—
Or so it seems.
Theo and Emmett aren’t the only ones with something to hide.
The three are caught up in things they can’t control. Nefarious forces are at play. Unseen eyes are watching them. After Riley is forced to betray them, the feelings the partners have for the new female in their life take a twisted turn.
When truths are exposed, the whole cadre’s mission is put at risk. Emmett and Theo must fight for the woman who’s destined to be theirs or lose her to a dark, dark fate.
Shifters with a sci-fi twist, Guarded Hearts Season One (Books 1-7) follows members of The Order of the Phoenix. Each book in this interconnected storyline provides a happily-ever-after for the main characters. While the first book of Season One can be read as a stand-alone, the following titles will be more fully enjoyed and understood if they are read in order, beginning with Morgan (Guarded Hearts Book 1). MMF ménage erotic romance with MM scenes, written for Ages 18+.
Riley knew better than to argue. Skinner was the puppet master, pulling all of their strings. Retreating to the cafeteria, she took a seat and waited, watching the clock and observing others who came in for coffee or something to eat. Skinner’s pet, Dr. Lewis, gave a nod of acknowledgment and disappeared through the kitchen door. When he didn’t come out, she assumed that Skinner had sent him to make certain his orders were followed to the letter.
A short time later, the chef with a laden cart and Dr. Lewis appeared. Mouths shaped with knowing smirks, the two men eyed her like a piece of breakfast meat.
Christ. Did everyone know what Skinner wanted? He was no better than a pimp, expecting her to use her sexuality to get the results he wanted, samples of body fluids he could test for DNA.
“Here’s everything you requested,” the chef announced, pushing the stainless steel cart into place beside her.
The top held three trays with covered dishes and three steaming mugs of hot beverages.
Riley arched an eyebrow. “What’s this?”
“Black coffee, Earl Grey, and a mocha latte for you,” Dr. Lewis answered smoothly, pointing to each in turn. “I advised Skinner that sharing a meal with the specimens would make them more at ease around you.”
It made sense. Eating together might allow her to form a bond with the subjects—or at least help Emmett to lower his guard and let her explore things with Theo. It was a unique opportunity, giving her an excuse to spend time with them and providing the means to study them up close.
Dr. Lewis followed her, whistling softly, making her feel increasingly leery about this whole thing. Skinner had sent him to observe her interactions with their subjects. The cameras were impersonal, something she was aware of but had learned to ignore. Having a witness seemed… lurid. Voyeuristic rather than scientific, despite what her rational mind said. Skinner expected results. It was in her best interest to see that he got them. If she failed, she feared that all three of them would suffer.
One of the guards reached to open the door.
Hearing her name from Skinner’s minion, she fought the urge to not shudder with dread. “Yes, Dr. Lewis?”
“Good luck,” he said smoothly. “We’ll be watching your interactions closely.”
Riley’s stomach somersaulted unpleasantly at the thought. Taking a deep steady breath, she wheeled the laden cart into the cell, suppressing a shudder when the door clanged shut behind her.
Emmett and Theo were waiting for her.
The Englishman cocked an eyebrow above his glasses when he saw the cart. Moving to inspect the contents, he lifted the plate covers and nodded in approval. “Well done, Miss Walker.”
Theo beamed, his teeth flashing white against his tanned skin. “Thank you.”
“I thought we could share breakfast together,” she told them. “Why don’t you have a seat, and I’ll serve you?”
They exchanged a look. Again, that silent communication, one of them eager, the other taciturn. Having no other options, they sat on the bottom bunk with Emmett at the head and Theo in the middle, leaving room for her at the foot of the bed.
They ate in silence. Riley was aware of the sidelong looks Theo sent her way.
Emmett ignored her.
“I hope your tea’s alright. I’m more of a coffee drinker myself,” she commented, enjoying her mocha.
“It’s acceptable,” the Englishman clipped, sounding annoyed at her attempt to engage him.
Theo cleaned his plate and drained his coffee cup. Finishing her breakfast, Riley cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably on her perch. There was a spreading warmth coursing through her veins, leaving her feeling flushed and filling her with an awareness of her body.
Emmett was the last to finish, his throat muscles working as he drank the rest of his tea.
Sitting beside her, Theo had satisfied one hunger but another one burgeoned. He pushed the tray away enough for his erection to rise rampant behind his fly.
Licking her lips, Riley eyed the massive wood he was sporting. Was it hot in here or was it just her? Even Theo and Emmet were starting to look flushed. The gazes they turned on her were both lustful and fevered.
“You have generous breasts,” Theo announced boldly, reaching out to cup one through her top. “And hips that were made for bearing young. Hair as golden as the sun and those lips…”
Riley suddenly felt like a deer caught in the sight of two predators. The Greek had never shown signs of being so forward before.
“My pet is right,” Emmett agreed. “You are a beautiful creature. I’m certain most men find you stunning. You’d look even more beautiful bound.”
In the blink of an eye, Theo had dropped his tray on the floor and plucked hers from her hands. Pulling her to her feet, he hauled her against him, fisted her hair, and ravaged her mouth with the hottest kiss she’d ever experienced. A switch, she thought dimly. He was submissive to Emmett, but he was clearly set on dominating her, bending her to his will.
Dragging her with him, he tore off her top and ripped off her bra, tossing both of them aside. He bent his dark head and licked her nipples, tasting them both before turning her around and bending her over the top of the cart. He pinned her in place with his rock-hard body while Emmett pulled the sheet from the bunk, caught the edge in his teeth, and ripped four strips.
He used two of them to lash her wrists to the top of the cart. Locking the wheels, he grabbed one ankle and tied it to the caster, repeating the action on the other side, securing her parted legs as effectively as using a spreader bar.
Part of her mind was screaming no, but her body was clearly responding to his domination. Bound, helpless, feeling Theo dry-hump her ass, Riley gasped, trying to catch her breath. Her brain had sunken into a strange haze and she felt needy and aroused. A tiny voice was warning her something was wrong. This wasn’t like her. It certainly wasn’t like Emmett. All three of them seemed under the influence of something. Whatever it was had both males firmly in its grip.
Theo growled from somewhere behind her. The material of her skirt was hiked up over her hips, her panties pushed aside. Riley moaned at the first lick of a tongue against her pussy lips. Straying hands pried her ass cheeks apart, testing the flesh.
Emmett stood in front of her, his expression scorching her down to her toes. “That’s it, pet. Taste her. Shove your fingers inside her tight little cunny then fuck her with your tongue.”
Palming himself, the Englishman fondled the ridge jutting up the front of his lab-issued pants. He might not want her, but he didn’t seem to mind that Theo did.
The Greek growled, his breath hot and his tongue hotter against her intimate flesh. Inhaling sharply, he licked her slit and shoved his tongue as deep as it would go. Tasting her thoroughly, he stopped his cunnilingus and added a thick, callused finger, stretching her out before adding a second and a third. He jacked his arm, pistoning in and out, fucking her with his hand when she was dying for his cock.
Emmett seemed to read her growing distress. “Those lips,” he murmured. “I want to punish them. Ravage them. I want to fuck the glasses off your face and silence your moans with my cock when Theo tries to fit his inside you. This is what you like, isn’t it?” he asked. “Bound. Helpless. Forced to submit to alien domination? Telling yourself you have no choice but responding to us anyway. Your body doesn’t lie. The air has been thick with the scent of your arousal from the moment you stepped into this room the first time with that pitiful excuse of a meal. Here’s something tastier.”
Fisting her hair, he muffled her gasp with his erection, pushing down his pants, whipping it out, and shoving it between her parted lips. She knew what Theo smelled like, having closer contact. This scent was pure Emmett, male musk and slightly woodsy.
“Open wide,” he growled, pushing his dick in deeper. “Suck me while Theo fucks you.”
She felt the Greek pull his fingers from her pussy. Wetting his glans on her juices, he notched his head in her opening and forged his way inside, stretching her out, wedging in deeper, forcing his girth into her snug, wet sheath.
Riley squealed. He was so big, it felt like he was ripping her in two. Emmett controlled the movements of her head, ramming his cock down her throat. It was an overload of pleasure and pain. Writhing, twitching she was shunted back and forth between them. Both men seemed aroused almost to the point of losing control. Riley was feeling the same way. It was if all her inhibitions had disintegrated and left a wanton sexual creature in its place. Her universe shrank to this, being a vessel for their pleasure, Emmett using her mouth, Theo terraforming her vagina. No offense to Emmett, but Theo seemed set on spoiling her for other men, ruining her for anyone else, making her crave that massive cock of his. She didn’t know whether or not she was disappointed or relieved that no knobs or spikes had come out. She did know the moment he shifted angles and started ramming her G-spot. Seeing stars when her first orgasm ripped through her, she felt Emmett’s immediate response. Close to coming, he managed to pull out before he finished, allowing her the barest taste of him before he jacked off on her face like they were making bukkake porn.
“Outside her,” he reminded his partner.
She swore she felt Theo’s answering pout.
Headed for an unsatisfactory finish, she squeezed the length of Theo’s cock, making her walls ripple, milking his length. Sticking out her tongue, she licked the tip of Emmett’s erection, catching the last drop of cum that he squeezed out. It wasn’t as bitter as she was expecting. If anything, one taste made her crave more. Reaching with her tongue, she cleaned what she could from her face and swallowed it, earning a growl of approval from the Englishman.
A second later, Theo pulled out and exploded on her back, shooting ropes of cum in the valley of her spine. Emmett took charge, cleaning her face, wiping every trace of himself, and flushing it away. She thought that they’d do the same with Theo’s ejaculate… until she felt someone’s fingers scrape it up to wet her anus.
She held her breath, wondering what they intended, surprised to feel that they were both hard again. This time, Theo came to stand before her, fisting that massive meat of his while Emmett pressed against her sphincter, demanding entrance to her most intimate place. “Let me in,” he demanded, giving her no option but to obey. Forcing herself to relax, she held her breath while he sank his length inside her. “That’s it. That’s it, little miss. Now open wide for Theo…”
The new Dark Hearts Series by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell will debut in 2021 as part of an adult Brothers Grimm erotic anthology. The first book will be a dark Mafia romance with paranormal elements. Look for more news as our February 25th release datedraws closer!