Vampire writer of fantasy books for adults, werewolf fiction and LGBT fantasy books. Polyamory rules in my world!
Download
your FREE copy of It’s Complicated (A Redcliffe Short Story) and meet the
werewolves of Cornwall, England. Click here.
Download
your FREE copy of It’s Complicated (A Redcliffe Short Story) and meet the
werewolves of Cornwall, England. Click here.
Here is an excerpt from my first published short story, The Teen Game that you can find in the anthology Devils, Demons and Werewolves.
His mouth was a little sloppy I have to admit but it was
certainly exciting to be embraced by such a young boy after so many years! I gradually showed him how to kiss me
properly using my tongue, lips and teeth and then I felt his hands slide
instinctively down my body, although he carefully avoided my breasts to begin
with. He was so innocent and clearly a
virgin. As much as I liked to torment
myself with my little games, I was thirsty; I hadn’t fed all day and was
beginning to feel weak. His pulse was
beating against my skin, and I kissed in a seductive line down his jaw until my
mouth hovered over that delicate place, and I inhaled his warm, sweet
scent. Then I struck, quick, fast,
biting a neat little hole and drinking deeply of his youthful blood. He cried out but it was muffled against my
hair and I projected calming thoughts into his mind, persuading him that we
were simply kissing and caressing each other, nothing more. He became still against me and when I had
finished and pushed him gently away, he swayed a little and struggled to focus
on my face. When he spoke his voice was
hoarse. “Whoa that was intense!" he stuttered, "So, um, I should get you home, Liz!”
Download your FREE copy of It’s Complicated (A Redcliffe Short Story) and meet the werewolves of Cornwall, England. Click here.
Are you feeling festive already? Here's a sneaky snippet from my short story Christmas with the Vampires:
Excerpt
Marcus cut a striking figure in his dark red
velvet frock coat, jaunty black silk top hat, and impeccable tailored
suit. The rough corduroy trousers, linen
shirt and leather waistcoat of his human days were long forgotten, although he
had kept his old work clothes as a reminder of his youth. The man did not look a day over twenty five
in age, but then his physical body was frozen in time due to his vampire genetics. His eyes alone betrayed the experience of his
age, and many unsuspecting humans were left mystified when they tried to talk
down to Marcus Scott only to be politely rebuffed when he demonstrated his
knowledge and expertise in the matter at hand. He rarely lost his temper, but when he did he was a force to be reckoned
with, vampire or not.
