Vampirielle Volume Four

VAMPIRIELLE VOLUME FOUR

BLOODY HOLIDAY EDITION

by Scerina Elizabeth, AnnaMarie Gardner, Claire Marta & Nia Farrell,

Lisa Kumar, Tanis Owen, and Brandi Gillilan.

Anthology release date December 25, 2020

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This collection of short steamy Vampire Romance Erotica holiday stories includes

THE DEAD OF NIGHTA 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+.

EXCERPT:

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.”

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LASSIE, COME HOME

LASSIE COME HOME

by Ree L. Diehl

Release Date 31 December 2020

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In Edinburgh at Hogmanay, cultures will collide….

Highland athlete Ross Carmichael is a mountain of a man and more than most women can handle. American Nora Taylor isn’t put off by his size, and she loves that he wears a kilt.

Now if she can just see what’s underneath it…

Lassie, Come Home is a 5,000-word erotic romantic comedy short story first appearing in A Curvy Christmas Anthology.  Written for Ages 18+.

Beta Reader Dawn Martin-Smith: I find it incredible that you have such a way with words, that under a different nom de plume the stories are so different. Nia, I love Ree L Diehl’s stories.  They are short, sweet and fucking hot!

Excerpt:

He’d given thought to what he had to offer a woman, let alone one as beautiful as she was.  His size intimidated most that he met.  Under a bit of paunch, he had enough muscle to tip the scale at three hundred twenty-five pounds and rank in the top ten of any Highland games that he competed in.

He was a mountain of a man.  Lucky for him, she was an avid climber.

After connecting online, he’d managed to talk her into visiting Scotland.  Now that she was here, he hoped that he could get her to stay.

Given her interests, he could tempt her with Harry Potter places, dangle castles and historic sites, and offer to guide her on a number of walking tours.  Today’s weather would have been perfect for it.  With temperatures hovering at fifty degrees Fahrenheit, the average tourist required no more than a light jacket or shawl.  Aussies wore winter coats, and braw souls from Northern climes sported bare legs and arms.

Ross gripped himself under the table and imagined pinning her to the wall of the lavvie and banging her senseless.

Christ.

He couldn’t wait to get her alone again.

BY GEORGE

BY GEORGE

by Nia Farrell

Length: 5,690 words. Release Date 12 December 2020.

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Musician George Elliott is in rehab, recovering from the car accident that nearly killed him. So far he’s beaten the odds, learning to walk and talk again (even if it’s with a stutter). He’s on the autism spectrum and struggles with PTSD whenever there’s a change—and everything is new to his injured, amnesiac brain.

He doesn’t know where his home is. He can’t remember what it’s like to be with a woman, but he very much wants to when he starts sessions with music therapist Carole West.

Plus-sized George finds himself falling hard and fast for a beautiful woman he doesn’t think he can have. But it’s Christmas season. In this short story inspired by the classic holiday film It’s a Wonderful Life, miracles do happen.

Originally part of A Curvy Holiday charity anthology, By George is a heart-warming BBM romance with a heat level of four, written for Ages 18+.

Beta reader Dawn Martin-Smith “God Nia, I don’t know how you do it. The story of George is absolutely fantastic. I had tears in my eyes pretty much from the get go. Your talent is incredible.”

Excerpt:

George felt his breath seize and fought the anxiety that made his chest tighten and his heart race. He’d never had panic attacks before the accident (or so he’d been told). Any change carried the threat of one—which sucked—because everything was new to his injured, amnesiac brain.

Tina rapped on the door.

“Come in.”

The voice that answered was as rich as dark chocolate and as sultry as a summer night. Tina opened the door, revealing a wall of musical instruments on the left. To the right, an electric keyboard sat by a set of shelves lined with drums and percussion. On the far side of the room sat the source of the voice, a beautiful blonde with a soft smile and compassionate eyes as blue as the azure sky.

“Hi, George,” she said, rising from her office chair and rounding her desk to greet him. “Do you know who I am?”

Should he?

Anxiety clawed at his chest, tearing ragged holes in his breath.

“That’s okay, George,” she quickly assured him. “My name is Carole. Carole West. Can you say it?”

“Cuh-Cuh-Ca-rrrole W-Wuh-Wuh-WWWest,” he managed, cursing his stutter that the accident hadn’t taken with his memory, damn it all.

She beamed at him like a teacher with a prize pupil. “Very good, George! Now, come on in. Have a seat. I have some things I want to show you, and then we’re going to try some fun things that I think you’ll enjoy.”

Carole looked at Tina. “Thanks for showing him down. I’ll buzz you when we’re through.”

The door closed, shutting the two of them in together. George lowered himself into an empty armchair. Carole sat on the piano bench and looked at him sitting white-knuckled with nerves.

“Are you okay, George?” she asked, all solicitousness. “I know this is a break from your routine.”

Evidently, he was on the autism spectrum, too.

He hated that she knew it. He couldn’t hide his stutter but he’d become something of an actor, able to convince people that he was just like them.

“I’m f-f-fine,” he grunted, sounding sulky, regretting that he had too much going against him to interest anyone as lovely as her.

“Oh, George,” she sighed, blinking away the moisture that sprang into her eyes. “You’re here. You’re strong—stronger than you know. I want to show you something and hopefully give you some new goals to achieve.”

Rising, she picked up a remote control from her desk, aimed it at the DVD player, and pressed a button. A concert lit up the screen, starting with a shot of the guitarist’s hands, his fingers dancing over the strings, his soulful voice serenading the fans who’d come to see him perform.

The camera angle shifted, showing the audience. Carole was sitting in the front row with Tina.

“See anyone you know, George?” she asked, freezing the frame and trying to not grin.

“Th-th-that’s y-you,” he stuttered. “A-a-and T-Tina.”

“Correct!” She hit the play button. The camera panned left until it pointed back at the stage, passing over band members and background vocalists before focusing on the lead singer.

George clutched the arms of his chair and stared.

“I’ve been a fan of yours for years, George,” she said softly. “You don’t stutter when you sing because there’s music in your soul. I hope to help you find it again.”