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After Dark
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Blurb
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EROTICA
Kayla March has never reached orgasm...not even with a vibrator. However, she has
the feeling that could all change when she meets Alandro Blackwood at After Dark.
Few vampires can breed. Alandro carries the unique recessive gene. His blood match,
believed to have been killed by a slayer, has been found. Unless her dormant vampire
gene had already been awakened by a breeder, why would she go to After Dark,
the feeding grounds? He'd soon find out.
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Excerpt
Erotica
People meshed together on the dance floor. Alandro bent his knees and pulled her
close aligning their bodies intimately. Every soft curve fit perfectly to his
hard, sculpted contours. Pelvis to pelvis, his cock nestled against her swollen
labia.
As they swayed to the music, Kayla took a moment to study his regal features.
Straight nose, high forehead and his lips, a deep shade of red, appeared firm yet
soft. He caught her staring, but he didn't fully smile.
Kayla sucked in a breath. She could've sworn his irises blazed crimson, but then
the color disappeared and his eyes were once again pitch black depths of drowning
decadence. The strobes and lighting must have created the illusion. And then
there was his skin. Like rich molasses, smooth and flawless. Obviously, he
carried Native American blood.
"You haven't given me your full name, Kayla."
The sound of his voice, deep and seductive, vibrated from his body into hers and
pulled her from her musings. He rained a few light kisses against her temple.
She tilted her head to give him access to her neck. His lips grazed the tender
flesh. Goosebumps broke along her arms and down her spine.
"You taste as good as you smell." His tongue stroked her pulse point. The veins
in her neck swelled with blood. Intoxicating numbness muddled her thoughts. The
music quieted, drowned out by the echo of his beating heart filling her head.
"Your name."
"Kayla. Kayla March."
His chest expanded with a deep breath as if he was drinking in her scent. Then
his shoulders relaxed. "Good." His lips brushed against her neck in fluttering
butterfly kisses.
"Mmmm. Yes, good." His kisses were divine.
His hands cupped her rear and lifted her more firmly against his shaft. "So Ms.
March, do you come like a lion?" He pulled back meeting her eyes. "Or like a
lamb?"
They stopped swaying.
"Take me home and find out."
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