Friday, March 17, 2017

Hurt Me Good

Dirty Rotten Vampires 1
Hurt Me Good

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A cold heart plus hot blood sweetens the pain.

Barringer Ganteau has hunted enough demon-mixed vampires to last a million lifetimes. His wish is to see all demi-vamps maimed, preferably dead. Single-handedly, he attempts to vanquish the scourge of mixed breeds from the face of the earth. Then Ringer meets Armada, a demi-vamp with the power to deliver the kind of pain he desires and melt his frozen heart.

Armada comes from Haiti, carrying the exotic heat of the islands and her kind with her. When she faces a cold-hearted vampire, a being superior to her mixed heritage, she vows to hate him as much as he hates her. Armada hadn’t reckoned with the vamp’s ability to use pain to bring out a side of her she had not known existed.

She’d only learned about the demon blood a few months ago. Hell, she didn’t want to sprout horns or grow a tail. She had witnessed firsthand what a diseased demi-vamp looked like when she hunted with Split. The ragged teeth and yellow skin made her sick.
“Guess I’m not the only one in the room who kills demi-vamps.”
She spun to catch him watching her from the doorway. “Fuck you.”
“Oooh! Go to hell.”
“A place more suitable to your kind.” Armada didn’t grasp the meaning of his glare. Ringer’s voice grew softer. “Come eat, I cooked.”
“Why when you could fabricate it.”
“Because I like to cook and fabricated doesn’t taste as good.”
“Probably tastes like shit.”
Red circled his violet eyes. She understood that look having seen it often when Split became irritated. “You can let me know; I’ve never tasted shit.” She reached for a vase on the table and lifted it to hurl at his head. “Can you afford to replace that? I will take it out in trade.”
“God, I hate you.”
“Living with me is easier once you understand my rules.”
“I’m not living with you.”
“Yeah, you are.” He strode to stand beside her seat. “One, don’t throw my shit around; two, eat what I cook or fabricate your own shit.” He wrapped a curl of her hair around his finger. “Three, when we fuck, we do it my way or not at all.”
Standing, she walked past him and turned. “I like not at all.”
“Honey, you’ll be in my bed by nightfall.”
He walked to where she stood. “Linen closet is at the top of the stairs. You’ll need bedclothes for the sofa.”
“You only have one bedroom?” She glanced around the space for the first time. Expensive antiques dotted shiny plank wood floors. The furniture was masculine and in a mix of dark chocolate and red hues. Large windows remained bare of curtains. Probably a voyeuristic jackass. The living room was large and bright. Good thing there was no truth to the fact vampires could only move around at night. Sunlight streamed in the window. “One bedroom?” From the floor plan, she knew upstairs held more than a single room, unless, of course, it was a damn large room.
He laughed and looked over his shoulder. “Only one you can enter.”
“Hope you like baked chicken.” He grinned. “With lots of garlic.”
“I’ll fix a salad.”
She reached the kitchen in time to see him fork a breast and a thigh onto a plate. He followed the chicken with a large dollop of mashed potatoes. “Do I look like a salad fixings kind of guy to you?”
“Jesus.” She yanked open the refrigerator door and peered inside. Closing her eyes, she attempted to bring salad greens to Barringer’s house. Nothing. She could transport, but that was with Split’s help, and right now, he seemed absent from her head. One day she’d get the hang of vampire tricks and be able to use them by herself. Spying an old, spotted apple, she grabbed it. “This will do.”
“Whatever.” He bit into the meat and chewed for a minute. That was followed by a big helping of potatoes. After he’d swallowed the food, he took a sip of white wine. He gazed at her with his head tilted. “You’re thick enough to miss one meal.”
The apple slammed dead in the center of his plate sending the chicken flying into his lap and mashed potatoes covering the front of his shirt.

Chapter Two

Barringer slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he watched fear take her eyes from red to violet and back. “Come here.” He compelled her across the kitchen tile. Her sneakers screeched as she attempted to resist.
“Don’t you…”
“I did warn you about playing with fire, honey.”
Her bronze skin glistened under the lights. A strong desire to lick and bite into her neck, to taste her demi-vamp blood, filled his loins with a need he had not acknowledged for decades.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Would you prefer ma chérie?”
She considered vanishing but couldn’t without Split’s help. As Armada continued to slide toward him, he noticed her gaze rested on his nipple rings. Ringer would humor her, let her believe he thought she could vanish. “Don’t make me chase you through the atmosphere; you really won’t like it when I drag your ass back here.”
When she stood by his chair, he turned it, and pulled her across his lap. Yanking down her shorts, he rubbed her ass cheeks and felt his cock harden. She was a goddamn demi-vamp; why did he want her so badly? Raising his hand, he delivered a sharp smack to her buttocks. When she squirmed, he groaned. The smell of her womanhood permeated his nostrils. Another solid whack made her moan as she gyrated her pelvis against his crotch.
“So beautiful, honey.” Seeing his print on her buttocks pulled a spurt of cum from his dick. “You wanted this.” Thwack. The sound echoed through the silence.
“I’m sorry.”
“Then I’ll stop.”
“Barringer… I… unnhhh.” Her hips pushed against him.
“Or would you like me to continue?” He caressed her enflamed skin with his fingertips, rubbed his palm softly across the reddened cheeks. “Shit, I want to fuck you.” Moving his hand between her legs, he felt wetness there. “You’re wet.”
“Please, don’t stop.”
“Open your legs for me.”

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Dirty Rotten Vampires

Make Me Right
Dirty Rotten Vampires 5

Coming soon to Changeling Press

She begged him to show mercy, but could she make him right?

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.

“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?
“Sir? Are you there? Hello? Hello?”
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.

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

A(LL) Men

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Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele