Coffee Time Romance said of Thirst for Revenge: Thirst for Revenge simmers with heat from the first page when the Bandit, ‘Marcus,’ does his sensual dance on the stage. The ambience can be felt as soon as Kayla enters the club and each time she and Marcus are together; their emotions lace the pages. Valendera makes a great want to hate person and get even with. Ms Rose pens an insatiable tale that spins with action and whirls with hot intense excitement that keeps the reader engaged. The delightful characters, the way the story flowed and the creativity made this a very pleasurable read.
Marcus is a Fellorian vampire. Fellorians are primarily peace keepers. As such, they are often called upon to mediate in disputes and to eliminate possible threats within both the vampire and mortal worlds. The elimination process is dealt with by a special missions task force. Their chief assassin is Marcus. For hundreds of years Marcus has been a killing machine, a tool of the realm of Felloria and of The Death Council. He serves his world and his monarchy proudly, is fiercely patriotic and loyal to his friends. He is both well travelled and well educated, admired by his peers and feared by his enemies. Physically he is well toned, his body a shining example of what years of strenuous training can achieve. In his time, Marcus has enjoyed the attentions of females from the mortal world, but never from his own land of Felloria. As an assassin Marcus is well aware that he can never form an attachment to one of his own kind, but for Felloria he is willing to make such a sacrifice.
Kayla, the Fellorian Princess
I am Fellorayer-Mikayla, Fellorian Princess, daughter of Fellorah-Karl and Fellorayar-Yarra and Chief of the Shadow Fighters. Since my seventeenth Fellorian phase, I have lusted after the Vampire known as Marcus. His beauty and strength are incomparable; he ignites something within me that at times, I am afraid to name. How can it be that such a Vampire could tempt me so? Am I not of Royal blood, Royal strength? Am I not the next in line to our mighty throne? Indeed I am. But I am also female. A female with needs and desires. It is the Vampire Marcus that awakens such emotions within my body. He floods my senses, destroys my resolve and weakens me. And yet, I want to be weak before him. I want his strength to overpower me, to take charge, to take me.
In my state of feminine weakness, I have flown to observe this Vampire, as he prepares himself for battle. Each night, he trains naked before me, his actions observed by my eyes only. He is oblivious to me. Yet every particle of my being is so very aware of him. He has strength, he has pride, he has power. I can see it in every move his muscular frame takes. He has the discipline of a warrior. The coldness of an assassin.
With each movement that he takes across the walled training ground, I can feel my body responding. I watch secretly from the balcony above, like a predator, waiting to pounce. My wings are folded, my body tense. I fear for my strength as a Vampire. Just the very sight of him weakens me .And yet still I indulge myself. Still I allow my eyes to feast eagerly upon his naked flesh.
I crave him. The sight of him, the scent of him. I long to be held within his strong embrace and to feel his taught flesh against mine. I long…I long for so many emotions that are surely not meant for a Fellorian Princess. I am a warrior, a leader of Vampires. A ruler in the making. How can it be that this male could bring me to my knees? I am weak before him. I am female to my very core. I am unobserved.
Excerpt from Thirst for Revenge
The room was pulsating with the sounds of cheering women and heavy bass music that was something akin to a throbbing jungle beat .Dry ice flowed softly across the stage as the man clad only in black skintight trousers and a bandits’ mask, struck out the beat with a ferocious leather whip. The methodical snap and crack were enough to send shivers down the spines of most of the women in the night club .For those distracted enough not to be looking his way, their attention was soon caught by his taught, muscular frame taking complete command of the stage. The women’s hands picked up the rhythm and within seconds the whole room was moving to the boom, boom of the beat. Moments later the seductive atmosphere had escalated to fever pitch as the masked man slowly made his way to the front of the stage.
“Ladies,” declared a female voice over the PA system.” Stormy Nights is proud to present – The Bandit”.
The music became more sensual now and The Bandit began to move his hips in time to the rhythm, hypnotising the women standing before him. Back forth, back forth, slowly mimicking the sex act. With each movement, his trousers stretched tantalisingly over his muscular thighs. The snug silky material fitted like a second skin, highlighting every sinewy muscle that he possessed below the waist. As his groin continued to thrust, it was impossible not to see his impressive cock nestled between his powerful thighs. With every forward motion that he made, the material strained against him, cupping and caressing his thick bulge.
He knew that this was what they came here for, these mortal, power hungry women. They worked hard, uncomfortable hours all week; building empires, selling stocks, fighting corporate legal battles. By the time the weekend came they were hot, horny and in need of a release. They were sexual predators, as soon as they walked through the doors of Stormy Nights. In the end, he thought sardonically, they were all brought down to his level. They too became the lone hunter, the night creature, only existing because they too had a need within them that could not be satisfied. These human females came here for the long, hot promise of a look at his cock, for a few minutes of hard, tantalising, visual stimulation, for their chance to imagine that it was a prelude to sex.
Excerpt from Fellorian Resurrection
Consuming Valendera's tainted blood had been the Fellorian's only hope of saving themselves and others from the evil grip of the once High Priestess. Though the blood that flowed through his veins was now something that prevented him from returning to Felloria, it did give him the opportunity to show himself to the sweetly innocent female, who had captured his immortal soul so long ago. Returning to her again would give him a beautiful reprieve before he was needed to fight whatever demons were now at the heels of The Trinity.
Standing in the grounds of her country house moments ago, Arrbern had seen the open window and had known that she was waiting for him. He knew that her desire burned as strong as his did, yet his hideous appearance had always prevented him from exposing her to a mating with a monstrous creature of the night. Now he could go to her, whole and rejuvenated, strong and masculine. Tonight he would be the lover that he knew she longed for. Tonight it would be his hands, not her own that brought her to a delicious climax. It would be his body that would awaken her to the pleasures of the flesh.
Flying up to her bedroom, he had waited for her eyes to close and her body to relax into slumber. But tonight, though she closed her eyes, Isabella did not fall asleep. Arrbern could sense a restlessness within her, which in turn seemed to fuel his own desire, a desire so strong that he fought to keep his hands off her. Through the white fabric of her nightgown, Arrbern noticed her dark nipples, erect and proud. She had turned down the bedcovers, revealing more of her slim form to his greedy eyes.
The thin cotton of her gown rested upon her firm thighs, which led up to a promisingly dark mound that Arrbern could barely keep his eyes from. His hand hovered briefly above her stomach and breasts, as he fought the desire to touch her. Just the mere thought of laying his skin against hers, made Arrbern harden with a ferocity that startled him. It was at that precise moment that her emerald green eyes met his for the very first time.
Her lips, luscious and full, smiled at him, revealing her pleasure at the sight of him. Arrbern was relieved; he could not have borne her distaste for his previous state. Now he could show her the full force of his masculinity. Now he could truly make her, his own. She was like him, he knew, a creature of darkness. How else could he have travelled across time and space as he had done with her? How else could he have carried this desire, this need within him for so long, if she were not one of his own kind?
The thought sent another rush of blood to his already hardening length. How he longed to bury himself deep within this beautiful creature before him. Bury himself, cock, heart and soul. Such as his soul was. He wanted to belong to her, and she to him. Tonight he would make her his and they would forevermore walk the path of the undead. The path that would, he hoped, eventually lead him back home, to his beloved Felloria.
The Fellorian vampire series is now available from Red Rose Publishing.
You can purchase Thirst for Revenge at http://tinyurl.com/cjuh5h
You can purchase Fellorian Resurrection at http://tinyurl.com/ouhoev
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