Thursday, October 31, 2013

Special Halloween Promo with the fantastic J. S. Morbius

Title: For The Love Of Leon
Author: J.S. Morbius
Date of Release: October 31st 2013
Genre: Gay Male Fiction
Format: Available in all eBook formats

Buy Link: Naughty Nights Press (available now)
Available Soon From: All Romance eBooks | Amazon | Amazon Ca | Amazon UK | Barnes & Noble
Blurb:
Leon wanted the same thing everyone else wants: a loving relationship lasting beyond a few weeks. All he’d ever been able to find, however, was a few weeks hot on sex, but cold on romance. The day he walks into the local pub and sees a newcomer sitting by the window, he hopes his luck is about to change.

As he and Simon spend time together, Leon realizes not everything is as perfect as he’d thought it would be. Experiencing love also means experiencing the ups and downs of a new relationship.

When Simon tells Leon they need to talk, Leon is forced to wonder... is he going to be unlucky in love yet again?

Chapter One
Sitting in the park enjoying the scorching sun, my attention was drawn to the couples there. Lying around, walking hand in hand, they were everywhere. I found myself wishing life had been kind enough to grant me a relationship like theirs. It wasn’t as though I hadn’t tried to have something like that in my life. I’d done everything to find the right person and settle down. But they had all been meaningless, intense passion and nothing else, fizzling out after months, sometimes weeks. Try as I might, no one I had ever met seemed to want to commit to a long-term relationship. Don’t get me wrong, the sex was fucking great, always the star of a relationship, but some nights I would have liked someone to go out with. A meal, the cinema, or even a concert, and then home like a loving couple. Someone who didn’t just want to fuck, but someone who liked to kiss and cuddle, someone to wake up with and make breakfast for.
Just watching the crowds started to get me down and I stood up, making my way out of the park, aimlessly wandering to anywhere I didn’t have to stare at all the happiness around me. Staring in shop windows at fancy designer gear I could easily afford, but had no reason to own, pissed me off even more. I made my way to a small bar by the river I knew wouldn’t be over-crowded with more couples.
Once there, I ordered a pint and sat outside by the river’s edge, just watching the barges trundle by and the handful of fisherman desperately trying to outdo each other with their catches. Smiling to myself, I felt a lot more relaxed than I had at the park and as the afternoon drew toward evening, I started to think about the long walk back through town to my apartment. I knew I couldn’t put it off, even though I would happily have stayed where I was, watching the world drift by forever. I drained my glass and headed back into the bar. As I leaned over to set my empty pint on the counter, I saw him, sitting alone by one of the windows. Suddenly leaving seemed like the last thing I wanted to do. I situated myself on a barstool, ordered a coke, and tried not to look like I was watching him, only glancing over every now and again.
I guessed him to be around thirtyish, half a dozen years or so younger than me, and I was instantly drawn to how impeccably dressed he was. Unlike a lot of the males in my town, he wasn’t in torn jeans, combat-style trousers, or t-shirt. Instead, he was wearing black dress trousers, a light blue long-sleeved shirt which was unbuttoned at the neck, and well polished shoes.
Not only was his dress nice, but the way he looked was as well. Slightly tanned, shaved with just a hint of light brown stubble, and neatly styled, not too long or too short, brown hair. A small, gold sovereign ring adorned his left little finger, and a diamond earring sat in his left earlobe.
As I watched him, I noticed he never turned to face the rest of the pub. He kept his eyes firmly on the window as though waiting for someone, sipping from his glass.
Now although where I lived was classed as a city, it wasn't much bigger than a large town. Every time someone new appeared, they always drew attention. This man was no different, I noticed, for I wasn’t the only person keeping a close eye on him.
On the opposite side of the bar were a group of the local, so called, ‘hard’ men. They were also keeping their eye on this new stranger and seeing as I knew them as well as I did, I knew their reason would be totally different from mine.
For a few minutes I continued to shift my gaze between the stranger and the thugs, and as they stood up to leave, I decided I had a decision to make. I could either let the man leave, knowing full well the thugs would be waiting for him to step outside the pub, or I could go over, introduce myself, offer to buy him a drink, and maybe get to know him.
Keeping my eye on the man to make sure he didn’t just get up and leave, I called the barman over.
“Get me another coke please, and whatever he’s drinking.”
“Are you sure? He’s having double scotch.”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
I paid for the drinks and took both glasses over to where the stranger was sitting.
“Hope you don’t mind, but I saw you alone and got you another,” I said, placing the scotch on the table.
“Oh thanks, that’s very kind of you.”
“Well, you’re new in town and I just thought it would be nice for someone to welcome you.”
“Don’t get too many places like that nowadays.”
“I know, but I remember what it was like when I first moved here,” I told him. “My name’s Leon by the way.”
“I’m Simon, but you can call me Si. Won’t you join me?”
“Thank you,” I said, sitting on the small stool by the table opposite Si. “So are you just passing through?”
“Hopefully I’m going to buy a place, if the property prices here aren’t as outlandish as the last two towns I looked in.”
“I guess that depends on what you are looking for.”
“Ideally a two bedroom apartment, or house if possible.”
“There’s a fair few of those at the other end of town,” I told him. “Is it for just you, or do you have a family that will be joining you once you have found a place?”
“Just me. I have no family.”
“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” I replied, lowering my head, slightly embarrassed at my clumsy attempt to find out more about him.
“No need to apologize, you weren't to know.” He lifted his hand to wave away my apology. For the next few minutes the two of us sat there sipping our drinks, when Si finally broke the silence.
“So tell me, Leon, what do you do around here? My guess is there’s not much in the way of employment to be had.”
“No there isn’t, but I’m lucky enough to work from home as a graphic artist.”
“Wish I could work from home. Mind you, I wish I had a home, but it’s too late to find something now, I guess.”
“I wouldn’t say that. You did happen to choose the one place in town that does bed and breakfast.”
“Ah well that’s lucky then! Would you give me a moment to get set up?”
I watched Si walk over to the bar and begin chatting with the barman. I found myself staring intently at his muscular physique and firm ass, hoping, praying he was gay and wondering what my chances would be with him if he was.
“Thanks for letting me know. He only had one room left,” He sat back down, draining his glass.
“No worries.”
“So, apart from saying you wanted to give me a warm welcome to your small town, what was the real reason for buying a stranger a drink?”
“No other reason,” I lied. I couldn’t tell him the truth, not now that he was thinking of moving to the town. I wanted him to feel welcome, not frightened off by potential danger from local thugs.
“Well maybe I can return the favor another day,” Si smiled. “How about tomorrow? I’ll buy you lunch.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t, but I want to.”
Being asked to lunch by the hottest guy I had seen for ages seemed too good to be true, and I felt my cheeks begin to flush with embarrassment.
“Okay what time?” I mumbled under my breath before repeating myself a lot clearer.
“Why don’t you meet me here about one? Gives me time to have a look around at property.”
“One it is then,” I said, then drained my glass. “Anyway, I better go and let you get settled. Besides, I have a design I have to finish tonight.”
“Oh okay, see you tomorrow then,” Si replied sullenly, and I was sure I could see a look of disappointment in his eyes at the thought of me leaving. But work was work, bills had to be paid, and anyway the date for the next day was arranged and by now I knew the thugs would have finally given up waiting, calling it a night as well. As I stood up, Si offered me his hand and I gave it a gentle shake instantly noticing how soft his skin was. I turned and headed out into the night, a slight smile on my face. If he does hang around I am definitely going to get to know him a lot better, I thought. I walked past where the group of thugs had been hanging out, the cigarette butts and discarded beer cans giving them away, and I continued toward my place.

Author Bio:
Julez S. Morbius is the pseudonym of an engaged father to nine children, four of his own and five step-children. He is also partially disabled, having been born with a neurological condition that has caused his nervous system to deteriorate over the years and finds writing to be the way to express his feelings and fantasies.
Having been writing for less than five years, his first release was “Star Search”, was published by Naughty Nights Press (NNP) in November 2011. This was followed by an appearance in the gay male anthology, “The Boy’s Club”, also published by NNP, where he has further books released.
Julez now considers writing to be his main occupation, and continues to write, mainly in gay male, transgender, and cross dressing genres.
You can find out more about Julez S. Morbius at his blog, Morbius’s World
You will also find excerpts of previous unpublished works, information on current works in progress, release dates and book cover images.

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Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Special Promo Wednesday with Erzabet Bishop

On this sunny Wednesday, I bring you the lovely Erzabet Bishop talking about her Erotic Pagan Series. Erotica, paganism and more than one book? What's not to love? Not to mention it's published by Naughty Nights Press!

The Erotic Pagans Series: Samhain Shadows
If you were lost and lonely, where would you look for love and belonging?
Samhain has come too soon for Brigit. Her mother has recently passed and she is feeling lost and isolated in her new role as the owner of Morrigan’s Promise. She is not the witch her mother was no matter what she sets out to do. To top it off, her mother’s cat is ill, and she hasn’t heard from the dreamy Dr. Oliver all day.

Taking a much needed rest, she finds herself awakened by a murder of crows and a vision that will leave Brigit’s world upended.
Will a blessing from The Morrigan help Brigit find her own power?
Does a visit from the sexy Dr. Julia Oliver hold the belonging she seeks?
**Based on real Pagan traditions and celebrations, “The Erotic Pagans Series” brings erotica and romance to reality, and shares the passion of erotic romance in the lives of Pagans with everyone.**


Excerpt:

“Are you ready for tonight?” Jasmin tucked an errant raven curl around her ear and tidied the shelf next to the register. It was full of seasonal frivolity, pumpkin candles and stuffed witches riding on broomsticks.

Nodding absently, Brigit laid out the dried oregano from the garden. “Are you going to be here for the cooking class next Wednesday?” She minced it into small pieces and scooped them into a large glass jar, sealing the lid with a twist. She moved on to the rosemary. One of the things the shop was best known for was the home grown herbs.

“Yes. Have you decided what we will be making?” Jasmin restocked bags and watched as one of their regulars, Ms. Busby fussed around the Halloween display and selected a bag of gummy bats. “For my granddaughter Elise.” She laid the candy on counter and smiled at Brigit. “You look so very like your mother. I am sorry she won’t be with us this year. I remember how much she loved Halloween.”

Brigit looked up from her herbal preparations and fought not to give into melancholy. Coaxing her lips into what she hoped resembled a smile, she willed herself to relax. The woman really was a dear. “Thanks for stopping in Ms. Busby. Give my best to your sister.” She brushed her hands on her well worn jeans and pulled down the tight fitting purple tee with “Boo” written in sparkling silver letters across her chest. It was one of the last gifts her mom had given her and it felt good to wear it.

“I will. Happy Halloween!” The older woman smiled and gathered her purchases, her plump body moving toward the door like a small force of nature.

“Thanks Ms. Busby. You have a great Halloween too.” Jasmin chuckled. The woman was no more a witch than her Uncle Francis. Ms. Busby waved goodbye, clutching her candy and a stuffed cat with a pointy hat.

“Thank you dears! Goodnight!” She hurried from the shop and Jasmin and Brigit smiled. Her joy in the holiday catching.

“So, have you decided about whether you’re staying home or not?”

“I think so.” Brigit smiled. “Molly should have everything she needs for the ritual.” She tightened the lid back on the jar of rosemary and placed it back on the shelf.

“So you aren’t going?” Jasmin from behind the counter and turned the closed sign on the door. “Everyone will wonder where you are, you know.”

Brigit sighed. “I know. I just don’t feel very celebratory, Samhain or not. Bathsheba hasn’t been doing well and I have been waiting to hear from Dr. Oliver.”

“But it’s the New Year. You need to stop being so isolated.” Jasmin bit her lip and gave her a light touch on the arm. “I’m worried about you, honey.”

“I know.” Brigit shrugged, tears threatening to fall. “I just need a little more time to deal with her passing, Jas. Bathsheba is lonely for her too. She’s an old cat and I’m worried.” She looked at the phone and bit her lip.


“I wondered where that furry menace had gotten herself off to. Are you sure that’s the only reason you’re waiting to hear from the good doctor?” Jasmin wiggled her eyebrows and grinned, trying to lighten up the mood.

Brigit felt a blush creeping up her neck. “I…um.”

“Ha! I knew it. You and that gorgeous vet were throwing enough sparks to set a bale fire burning.” Jasmin’s smile curved upward in approval.

“She’s probably seeing someone.” Brigit moved back to neaten up the herb table.

“Do you at least have your poppet?” Jasmin picked up her sweater and purse and walked toward the door.

“Yes.” A small white lie. It was still on her worktable in the back of the shop, half made. The poppet was to represent all of the negative habits in her life that she wanted to burn away in the Samhain bale fire. She had made one every year since she had been a girl. It was something she and her mother usually took great pains to work on together. This year she had cut out the dolly and as soon as she began to stuff it with intentions, the void of her mother’s passing became too great.

Jasmin raised an eyebrow. “You really are such a liar. We’ll miss you tonight. If you change your mind, I’ll save you a place.” When Brigit shook her head she nodded. “Okay, if you need me, call. Blessed Samhain, Brigit. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Taking her leave, Jasmin left, shaking her head and shutting the door behind her.

Some interesting tidbits:

Coffee or tea?
Both. Just depends on the time of day.

Heels or flats?
Flats or bare feet usually. I work as a bookstore manager and I walk a lot, so flats are much more practical.

Favorite ice cream?
Salted caramel

Favorite coffee drink?
Salted caramel mocha. You can probably sense a theme here.

What inspired Samhain Shadows?
I wanted to write a Samhain/Halloween story that captured the Pagan path and really showed the traditions used in some Pagan communities across the globe. Poppets, Books of Shadows, feathers...all of these things have meaning. The book also looks at death as a beginning and has some fun kitchen kink to inspire the more adventurous of us.

Erotic Pagan?
This series came about with a short story that became Beltane Fires, the first book in the series. Naughty Nights was impressed with the tale and a series spin off ensued. Pretty cool, huh? The idea behind the books was to highlight Pagan traditions with an erotica slant to show people how beautiful many of the traditions are if they keep an open mind. I have made the series all inclusive. There are f/f (Samhain Shadows) and m/f (Beltane Fires) so far and there are plans for more stories. I am writing Yuletide Temptation (m/f) right now, in fact and it will be out for Yule/Christmas in 2013.

If you could have one witchy superpower, what would it be?
Right now, I would love to be able to hold out my finger and zot all the housework.

How much time during the week do you spend writing?
As much as possible. On my two days off, I am pretty much planted on the two computers I work from. I write under two names and that keeps me super busy. I also write before and after my shifts at the store. My hours vary from day to day, so I adjust accordingly.

Where do you write?
At my desk in the bedroom.

Name three things on your writing desk at any one time.
Just three? *snicker*
*My stash of goodies.
*My Pop Glinda and Wicked Witch of the West figures
*Water. Lots and lots of water.
That doesn't count the absolute mountain of books, sewing things and yarn that make up most of it. lol. Oh, and my two computers. lol.

About the author:

Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could pound keys on her parent’s old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to the Silk Words website,  Sweat, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Unbound Box, Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World Issue and Man vs. Machine: The Sex Toy Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2, Can’t Get Enough (upcoming), Slave Girls (upcoming) Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers (coming soon) Kink-E magazine, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Shifters and Coming Together: Hungry for Love. She is the author of Lipstick (upcoming), Sigil Fire (coming in 2014), the Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation (coming soon). She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.

Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.

Links:
Unbound Box Dessert Comes First Flash Fiction: https://unboundbox.com/magazine/blog/posts/dessert-comes-first
Author Wordpress blog: http://erzabetbishop.wordpress.com/

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Please join the Silent Auction, in Honor of Shane Willis, Photographer and Design Artist for Naughty Nights Press

On the 31st of August, Shane Willis, owner and photographic visionary of RadAct Photo, and book cover artist for Naughty Nights Press (NNP), passed away at the young age of forty-three.
Shane was a huge inspiration so many of people.
Gina Kincade, CEO of Naughty Nights Press, its authors and friends have put together a Silent Auction of eBooks and Print books.
This auction is to raise money for Shane's family in honor of the great friend, co-worker, and big-hearted man that he was.
We will miss you, Master Shane Willis!
Direct donations are also welcome and can be made through the auction site.
Thanks to the following people for their amazing support.



Monday, September 9, 2013

Promo Monday with the Greatest Poet Alive!

That's right, we have a poet in our midst today! Greatest Poet Alive, and the scintillating book, Revenge of the Orgasm. Sounds titillating! 


As you are driving, your body involuntarily jumps. Sweat begins on your forehead and appears on your body, even though it is the middle of Winter. Inside of your left thigh, there is a tapping that is not harmful but noticeable. And you begin to wonder if sanity has departed or control of your motor skills is no longer your own. Then, the epiphany becomes clear. This is Revenge of the Orgasm.

Excerpt: Extreme   
Dark, lurid thoughts invade my mind; it is surprising I think of these things. Dreary day outside of this Wisconsin Dells' cabin, your body stretched in four different directions, ass naked you sway to and fro in this erotic swing. Painful ecstasy comes from moans as tighter it closes the nipple rings. Restrained legs perform grasshopper movements from the pleasure the agony brings.  
Hands become a paddle and a whip respectively reddening your backside repetitiously.  Gag in your mouth, blindfolded but still you scream out and stare directly at me. Hot candle wax, melting ice, and sweet honey form outer layers of your skin. Fully drenched and dripping your chasm, so I push swing forward, catch it when it comes backwards, then roughly I enter in.  
Remove gag but breaths still find difficulty escaping. Belt tightens around your neck, as the camera continues taping. Lovemaking of a gentle sort was not your wish; you demanded more of an extreme. The mask lowers over your face; now only you can hear your screams. 



Bio: G.P.A.(Greatest Poet Alive) hails from Chicago's South Side. He has published four books of Poetry and is working on his first novel, "The Middle School Adventures of Bobo". G.P.A. has won the Black Essence Award for Poetry and Charity, the Poetry Pentathlon , and Moth Storytelling Championship. He has been nominated for Poet of the Year three times. And both The Book of 24 orgasms and The Mind of a Poetic Unsub have both been nominated Book of the Year as well.

And now, let's get to know GPA a little more.

~So tell me, what specifically do you write? 
I write Poetry, Motion Picture Poetry. I tend to lean towards a narrative style as opposed to just abstract.. Sometimes the poems are grimey, while others times the can be either romantic or sensual. ~Being a poet, do you only write poetry?  
Currently, I do write Poetry, but I have delved lately into writing short stories. And I am also working on a novel. ~What would you say are some key differences between writing poetry and writing prose? That is a great question. Poetry, even though there are forms for it, allows for more expression of emotions than writing prose does. In prose, the feelings are told through characters, which is being looked at from a third person perspective, while poetry provides a direct link of emotions from and of the poet. Also, prose takes a lot longer to develop, where a poem can only use and need a few lines to express a point or theme. ~Is writing poetry a challenge, or do you just have to be ‘the right person’? 
I am the “right person” for Poetry. Whether writing or reciting, it is me that was chosen to do this. Poetry isn’t a challenge except to stretch it places it hasn’t gone. ~What type of writer are you; do you plot it out or, like myself, are you a pantser? Is being a pantser even an option for being a poet? 
Only when I am in the midst of writing a book or chapters in a book do I plot out anything; otherwise, I just fly with what pops in my head. ~Why did you first take up the pen, so to speak? 
God spoke to me in my ear and said it was time. Then, He told me I was to be the best ever. ~Did you always know you would write? Or are you a newbie to the craft? 
I always wrote but never knew it would reach these heights. I am new to performing. ~You write specific genres; do you find them enjoyable to read as well? 
I don’t like reading this new form of erotic poetry. I don’t. It isn’t very engaging. I enjoy reading fiction and motivational books. Oh, comic books and graphic novels are my favorites to read as well. ~As a writer, who is an idol of yours?
Ed McBain, Langston Hughes, Carl Weber, and James Patterson are writing idols of mine. They are the combination of brevity and detailed stroytelling. ~Is it the same person for you as a reader? 
They are the same when I read as well. ~Are the any shoutouts you’d like to make? 
Shouts out to all members of #teamGPA, and that includes thanks to God, my family, my supporters, and the other Poet on this team, Kottyn Cambell, Queen of Seduction.

Well thank you, GPA, for being here today. It's always nice to do something a little different!

Friday, September 6, 2013

I have come to a decision...

So after some deliberation after a cruddy night emotionally last night, and now this morning, I've come to a decision. Those who already know about the blog can contact me about posts, and I'm not going to advertise availability for a little while. Just focus on me, and promoting The Wolf again because that was a horrid second quarter. So if anyone wants a date on The Naughty Pages, it seriously is 100% up to you to contact me and get the post to me on time. If it was just me the blog was for, I'd let it go into hibernation until I'm feeling better, but I'm willing to let it stay "awake" for those who do want a place to promo or whatever. But seriously I will not be asking if anyone wants a date, or chasing up posts etc. As soon as it's booked, it is up to the author to get the post to me asap, at which point I'll schedule it. I need to focus on me for a while, so will be fairly quiet until I feel a bit more normal. 
Apologies for any inconveniences, but after my personal tragedy recently, I need to take some time to focus on me and my family. 

Monday, September 2, 2013

Naughty Nights Press (NNP): A Tribute to the passing of Shane Willis

And so the team at NNP mourn the loss of our beloved cover artist, colleague and friend Shane Radact. He was a great guy, patient and talented, friendly and with a wicked sense of humour. He gifted us authors with beautiful covers, giving our stories beautiful faces. Shane, we will miss everything you were to us. The work has lost another son taken before his time. Follow the link to read the NNP tribute to this wonderful man. 

Naughty Nights Press (NNP): A Tribute to the passing of Shane Willis: It was with a very heavy heart, that CEO of Naughty Nights Press(NNP) announced to the writers and staff that our friend and colleague,...

Monday, August 26, 2013

Promo Monday with Rozlyn Sparks' Fangirl!

So Promo Mondays are starting again, and we're kicking them off with debut author Rozlyn Sparks!

FANGIRL

Chapter excerpt
SECOND CHANCES


It’s time to come home, darlin’, a voice whispered in Kendra’s mind. She woke from a sound sleep and shot up in bed. Her heart pounded in her ears as she scanned the room, looking for any signs of her old master.
Light crept in from the edges of the curtained windows. Kendra breathed a sigh of relief seeing it. It was daytime, and Hector would be sleeping just as she had been. “It’s just a dream,” she reasoned, and tried to lie back down to sleep.
But sleep wouldn’t come. Between thoughts of Hector and Marcus, her mind was abuzz with activity.
Hours passed in semi-silence. Kendra watched small particles of dust dance in the shafts of light streaming in through the edges of the curtains. Midday light was powerful, more intense; harsher and brighter. She endured the small tingling sting at her skin as she waved her hand in the stream of light.
“What are you doing?” Marcus’s voice startled her.
She turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, with his arms crossed and his head cocked to the side. His tee-shirt clung to his body like a second skin, outlining his pecs and six-pack abs.
“Just passing time.” Kendra sighed serenely, enjoying the view. She couldn’t believe, after all this time, she was here with him. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
“I could ask you the same thing. Aren’t vamps supposed to—”
“What?” she asked with a playful smirk. “Sleep in coffins?”
“Well, maybe just sleep.” Marcus laughed.
“I don’t need as much rest as you think.”
“What are you doing in the light?”
“I like to feel the warmth sometimes.” She passed her hand through the shaft of light again and giggled. “It kind of tingles.”
“So the no sunlight thing is true?”
“For the most part, yeah.” Kendra frowned. “I can handle the dawn, with a bit of help. You know, sunglasses and all that, but midday is completely out of the question.”
“What’s it like?” Marcus looked on her with a questioning gaze, and Kendra found herself entranced, getting lost in the beautiful hazel of his eyes. They were like sparkling gems that shifted color in the light, first blue, then green, with hints of brown and yellow. Sadness crept into to her thoughts. She realized if she stayed with him, and the bond became stronger, he’d want to be turned. She might want him to turn too. If that happened the beautiful hazel would be lost, washed out and faded to the pale bluish gray all vampires shared. 
“Don’t ask me what it’s like.” The playfulness left her voice. “You don’t want to know.”
Marcus took a step into the room. His ankle sagged and he stumbled. In a burst of supernatural speed, Kendra was at his side, steadying him before he hit the ground.
“Careful, you still need to rest.”
“I don’t feel so bad. A little dizzy, that’s all.” Marcus draped his arms around Kendra’s shoulder, allowing her to hold him up. His scent wafted to her nose, that tantalizing earthy masculine scent that was all him. She savored it, inhaling slowly as she helped him to the bed.
“I took a little more than I should have from you last night. You need to lie down and allow your body to recuperate.”
Marcus leaned back into the mattress, propping himself up on his elbows. “I can’t get you out of my head... Why?” He stared up at her, meeting her eyes with a look that begged for answers she couldn’t give him.
Kendra knew what he was feeling, and it went beyond the bond they shared. She’d been in his position before: the need, the want, the willingness to do anything for just one more taste… of blood. That was really all that mattered now. Blood and how to get it again.
“That’s just the bond, the addiction talking.” She sat down next to him and gently stroked his arm. “I’m so sorry, Marcus. What I did to you … It was wrong. I should have never—”
Without warning, his lips crushed hers in a demanding kiss. A rush of excited energy washed through her. She’d dreamed of this moment, never actually thinking it would really happen. His lips were silky, his mouth hungry, and before she knew what was happening, his deliciously warm hands were sneaking their way under the hem of her shirt. Goosebumps erupted across her body. She moaned and he swallowed it, deepening their kiss. He was an exquisite temptation, forbidden fruit, and as much as she knew she shouldn’t, she savored the moment.
She wanted to have him, every inch of him, and she knew he wanted the same from her. The need radiating from him matched her own secret desire. The bond they shared intensified this connection, making it hard for her to think clearly.  
It took all the strength she had to pull away. “No. We have to stop this.”
“No, we don’t,” Marcus said, breathing heavily as if he had just run a marathon. “I don’t know how I can feel it, but I know you want this too.”
“It’s not real.” Her hands trembled as she pushed herself backwards on the bed, away from Marcus. “It’s the bond. You want my blood, not me.” Kendra felt sick. Her stomach churned with regret and sadness. She wanted his affection to be real, but how could it?
Marcus cringed and clutched his stomach as if he was about to be sick. “What’s happening to me?” Marcus groaned and fell backwards on the mattress. He stared blankly up at the ceiling.
“I’ve cursed you with what I’ve done. You see? You can feel everything I feel. It’s the bond at work.”
 “Look, blood bond or not, I know you, Kendra. I remember you from Enigma. You were so beautiful, so sexy. You still are. I wanted you then, but I didn’t take the opportunity. Let’s not waste that chance now.” He rolled towards her. “I want to taste your lips. Your neck, your—” He bit his lip and groaned.
“Go ahead, say it. You want my blood. Vampires are ruled by our instincts,” Kendra said matter-of-factly, repeating the words she had heard Hector say before. “We’re hedonists with a finite limit of control. Wants, needs, desires are all amplified.” She looked down at Marcus. “You see? It’s so easy to give in. To become the beast we’re known to be. I’ve cursed you to this fate. Already you’re acting on your desires. You want my blood.”
“You said I’m not a vampire though, just bonded to you.”
“You’ve tasted my blood. You may not be a vampire, but you’re different now. And no mortal drug will ever come close to the ecstasy you’ve felt. It’s only natural you want more.”
Marcus propped himself up on his elbows. “Then give me more. Share yourself with me. Or don’t you think I could handle it?”
“No. Don’t you see? The bloodlust will consume you.”
What if I have just a little more? What then? Will I become like you?”
“I won’t let that happen.” She fought the urge to reach out to comfort him. She could feel him struggling to hide the desperation he felt. She’d been there before. She knew the pain.
“I want to be with you, to be like you. If that’s the only way, then let’s do it.”
“I wish things could be different. Marcus, I’ve wanted you for so long. I always have, but I can’t. Fate’s decided things for us. I’m a vampire. That’s not the life for you. You deserve better. Look how hard you and the band have worked. Look at all you’ve accomplished. Don’t throw it away because of bloodlust.”
Kendra took a moment to calm herself. Breathing slowly, she quieted her mind.
“It’s not just bloodlust.” Marcus stared deeply into her eyes. “I want you… all of you.”
Kendra let out a stuttered breath. Echoes of her own pleading request to Hector ran through her mind. After her first taste, she couldn’t resist. She’d been willing to say anything necessary to get another taste. And Hector used those words to trap her into this life.
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” she said, looking down at him.
“Then show me what it means to be with you.”
“It would never work between us. How could I ever know it was me you wanted and not just the drug that is my blood?”
Marcus sat up. “I remember you, Kendra.” He let out a deep sigh. “I remember your poetry. I wanted to get to know you back then, but I was so wrapped up in the band I never had time to talk to you. And then … you disappeared.”
Her breath caught in her chest.
“Why didn’t you say that before?”
“I was a little out of it last night,” he said with a smile. “I have something to show you.” He stood up and walked to a small black duffel bag against the wall, unzipped it, and extracted a dirty, tattered notebook.
Kendra recognized it immediately. Beneath the layers of dirt and grime she saw the familiar monogramed K on her old journal.
He handed it to her. “I found this sitting on the table at Enigma. I had hoped to return it to you at the next show. It gave me the perfect excuse to talk to you.” He let out an awkward chuckle. “But you never came back.”
“You’ve held onto this for ten years?” Kendra pulled off the rubber band holding it closed and flipped through the pages. Among her old writings were notes and sketches in the margins.
“Well, at first, yeah, I held it, hoping to see you again, but after a while…” He raked his fingers through his disheveled mop of sandy hair and cleared his throat. “Well, it sort of helped me to come up with our lyrics. Please don’t be mad.”
Kendra sat silent, filled with happiness and pride. The fact that Marcus had held on to her journal, that he actually remembered her and on some level sincerely wanted her was enough to wash away the doubt in her mind about how he felt about her. But genuine affection aside, she still couldn’t condemn him to her way of life.
“Please say something,” Marcus said, kneeling down in front of her.
“I don’t have the words—” Tears choked back her voice.
“We owe a lot of our success to you. Your poetry.”
“I’m glad my writing helped. I’m… honored.”
“But—” Sadness turned the corners of Marcus’s lips. “I can feel there’s a but there. You’re still not convinced. Why am I feeling this?” Frustration edged his voice.
“I’ve already told you. You can feel what I do and vice versa. I can’t tell you how happy I am to be here, to be with you right now, but I just don’t know how we could be together. I’m not human anymore, and I refuse to condemn you to my life.”
“Okay. I won’t ask you to turn me. Just give me the chance to get to know you, now that I have you here. I don’t want to miss that opportunity again.”
Kendra clenched her teeth. She knew she should say no, but she too wanted the chance to see what she had missed all those years ago.
“No promises about the future, but while I’m here, we can get to know each other.”
As if the lights had been turned on, Marcus’s eyes lit up and a wide smile stretched across his face. Through their shared bond, she felt his elation like a warm pulse of energy that matched the beat of her heart.
He jumped up, capturing her mouth, knocking her backwards into the mattress. He landed on top of her but caught himself on his hands before he crushed her. His toned body fit so perfectly between her legs. His hot breath blew across her ear as he spoke. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” Marcus’s words melted her heart. She wanted him too, and hearing the words and feeling their intensity made them all the more meaningful. A small chill, a ripple of excitement, rolled through Kendra’s body. She felt the stiffness of his erection through his jeans, but even without that physical sign, she knew his desire. It was hers too. Their bond was gaining strength by the minute. She tried to fight back the sudden urge to run her hands over his body and pull him even closer. As if Marcus had read her mind, he wrapped his arms around her, rolled over, and pulled her on top of him.

Kendra had a moment of painful clarity that shocked her back into reality. She couldn’t do this. Not now. Maybe not ever. Things were happening too fast. She needed to get a little control. She’d already made too many rash mistakes. She rolled off Marcus and sat up on the mattress. “I want you too. But… let’s take this slow, okay?”

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