Make Me Right
Dirty Rotten Vampires 5
Coming soon to Changeling Press
She begged
him to show mercy, but could she make him right?
Blurb:
Denton
Blackstone is a monster, one the world will surely fear. Not even Jordan Scott knows
his darkest secret. After she stumbles upon him injured on a hiking trail and
takes him home, he turns into her most ferocious protector. Becoming her lover,
Denton continues to hide behind the cover of being human though he knows
something inside him is rapidly changing and it begins to take its toll.
Jordan
Scott isn’t afraid of the largest black hound she’d ever seen; in fact, she
takes him home. When he begins to escape nightly, she’s afraid he might attack
a human. Little does she know her life is entwined with the beast’s destiny and
his deadly need will change her forever.
Excerpt:
“911, where’s your emergency?”
“Fleetwood Street. It’s a…a… Jesus, I don’t
know!” The stranger’s phone clattered to the pavement.
“Sir? Hello?”
“Help me!”
Controlling heat in his eyes, eyes Denton
knew would be red, struggling to hold back horns painfully pushing from his
skull, he grasped the man’s neck. “For every drop of blood each animal lost, I
will take the same from you.” Lifting the culprit a foot in the air, he slammed
him against the wall.
The man wheezed, “Don…don’t.”
“I can’t understand you.”
An emergency operator’s voice squawked from
the abandoned phone lying near Denton’s feet. Long, ragged teeth slipped from
his gums and he salivated.
“Oh Jesus!”
“We located you via GPS. Help is on the way.”
Loosening his grip, Denton allowed the piece
of shit to breathe. Spittle splashed his cheeks when the jackass yelled, “I
won’t ever do it again! Please… I…”
The operator’s voice continued, “Is there
someone with you?”
“I know you won’t.” Denton leaned closer. He
wanted to slip into the furry animal he’d always been. Something stopped him,
held him fast in his new human form. He preferred his dog to this cold,
hairless… The other thing he knew
came straight from Hell. What new horror contaminated him?
“Nooo…”
“Sir? Are you there? Hello? Hello?”
“Stop!”
Jordan! Denton dropped the
man at the sound of one voice that could beg for his mercy, stop him from releasing
a creature who was no longer in his total control. Until now he’d kept what he
was hidden from her. He called
himself a man in this form but he knew he was something else. Especially when
mental telepathy started and horny knots came and went on his head. How had she
snuck up on him when, now, all he smelled was her? He pivoted. “I can’t hide
anymore.” Glancing at the trembling man huddled on the ground overwhelmed him
with an odd thirst. Not so much for blood this time. Denton wanted his soul.
Forget
him, see only her.
Brown, shoulder length hair drawn into a severe ponytail, long legs, thick
thighs and wide hips. Pouty lips he loved tasting were bare of color. The dirty,
foul smelling alley was cool, damp, causing her nipples to poke material of her
thick cotton tee as her ample breasts rose with each intake of air. “Jordan.”
“What the…?”
Under the street lamp, he took in rapidly
blinking hazel eyes. “Forgive me.”
“What are
you?”
“Something you should never see,” he
whispered weakly. To no avail, he begged what grew inside him not to do this in
front of her. He pulled the creep back up and snarled, “Satan has a special
place for you.” He sank jagged incisors into the bastard’s neck and prepared to
yank his jugular out before the stranger fainted. Denton wanted him to feel
pain.
“Denton, don’t, please.” She pleaded, “Stop.”
Teeth ached as he struggled to withdraw.
Who, what sought to control his mind now?
Where was the one who made him and why hadn’t he surfaced again? Which culprit
had secreted information in his psyche on how to survive in his new body? How
to fashion clothing and other items he required, how to wrest another man’s
ideas away from him, even change their philosophies. Who had led him to the
place he now called home and left him with enough money to begin what could
only be a miserable existence? A new thirst demanding to be quenched rode him
relentlessly.
Where the fuck are you?
Denton’s words, screamed inside his head, were silent to the rest of the city
but to him, they were loud, and so very painful.
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