A Little Aussie loving wEBSITE OF eROTIC FICTION AUTHOR tONI GRIFFIN
FRANKIE'S VAMP Publisher: Amber Allure
BLURB: The second Frankie
Reynold's boyfriend took a hand to him, he was out of there. Frankie wasn't
hanging around to see if the man would do it again. If only his ex-boyfriend
would take the hint and disappear from his life. Needing a night out to forget
his troubles Frankie heads to Hot Encounters nightclub. Only to come face to
face with a master vampire who wants Frankie for his very own.
Merrick Winters is a
500 year old vampire, who is bored with life and the monotony of the same men
throwing themselves at him day after day. He needs a challenge and the sexy
little man dancing in his clubs turns out to be just what he was looking for.
The mate bond makes the strong attraction between the pair inevitable, but
outside forces threaten to tear them apart before they can really get started.
PLEASE NOTE: This is a previously released work, no major changes have been made apart from editorial.
Merrick stood on the
balcony of his apartment with his arms pressed against the railing, staring out
over the Swan River. The lights reflecting off the black water were dazzling in
all their different shapes and colours. Merrick sighed. He had been feeling
more and more melancholy recently. He had lived for more than five centuries
already. He didn’t think anyone would blame him for feeling a bit bored with it
His life had boiled
down to a never-ending line of willing men, both in his bed and as blood
donors. Merrick was the master of the city and his coven was secure. Hell,
there hadn’t even been a challenge to his leadership in over fifty years. Even
the club he owned downstairs never had any trouble. People came. They drank.
They danced. They fucked. They sucked, and then they went home.
Paranormals had been
revealed to the world nearly five years ago now. It had been getting harder and
harder to keep their existence a secret, so their council had decided to
announce their presence to the world. This isn’t to say that the leaders of the
world didn’t already know that paranormals existed, because they did. There were
several paranormals placed high up in the military, and many more in lower
ranks. Paranormals were a lot harder to kill than the average human. As such,
the government loved them.
There had been some
backlash at first, with a few groups campaigning for their immediate death.
Stupid humans. The majority of the population seemed to understand that they
weren’t in any danger and the paranormals had always been living amongst them.
Now they just knew about it.
Having humans know of
their existence was a huge positive for the vampires. It meant there were a lot
of men and women who were willing to offer up their life-giving blood for the
chance to be bitten and experience one of the most powerful orgasms in their
lives. Just the bite of a vampire was enough to send them into the throes of
Merrick was tired of
the same type of people always offering up their ass and their neck for one
night only. He wanted someone who was going to stick around. Merrick wanted
someone who set his blood on fire and his heart to pounding. He wanted someone
who would stand up to him instead of falling all over themselves to give him
what he wanted.
Yes, he was a master
vampire, and yes, he could be scary as hell. He loved his coven, every member,
but they didn’t make him completely happy anymore. He wanted something…more.
He didn’t think he was
that aesthetically unpleasing. He was tall for his kind at six foot five and he
had long flowing black hair and eyes almost as dark as his hair. Sharp
cheekbones suited his face beautifully and he had perfectly tanned skin. His
body was well defined but not overly muscular like those among the werefolk.
One of the largest
misconceptions about vampires that had been brought to light, so to speak, when
their existence was announced was their ability to walk just as easily in the
day as the night. A lot of people were disappointed to find out that their
myths about vampires were untrue. Garlic tasted great on pizzas and crosses did
absolutely nothing to them, much to the disgust of some church groups.
Vampires were much
stronger than the average human, roughly ten times as strong. They were also
faster and had heightened senses. They could eat food just like everyone else.
However, they also needed blood as well to survive. Vampires bodies burned
through all the nutrients a lot faster than a human’s did and the fastest way
to replenish what they burnt through was to replace it directly with blood. If
vampires went too long without drinking blood, their skin would become pasty
white and their abilities would lessen until they slowly withered away and
Their bodies had
faster healing abilities, like the weres, but they could die. A stake through
the heart would do the trick. Well, anything through the heart actually would
kill them, but people liked to know that something in the myths was correct.
Also, when someone’s head is chopped off, they aren’t coming back. Ever.
Merrick had moved to
Perth at the beginning of the twentieth century and watched as the city grew
and thrived. So had his coven, until it was the largest in Western Australia.
He had fought for his position often at the beginning, but not so much now.
He picked up the glass
of Scotch sitting on the table next to him and sipped at the amber liquid. He
heard his apartment door open behind him but didn’t turn to see who it was.
Only a select few had access to his private residence. So he simply continued
to watch the river below, waiting for his second-in-command to arrive.
Merrick didn’t have to
wait too long. Bryce stepped out onto the balcony, standing next to him in
complete silence. They stood there and watched the boats pass on the water
below while Merrick slowly sipped his drink.
“Did you need
something, Bryce?” he asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness of
“No, just wanted to
check that everything was okay. You’ve been awfully quiet lately,” his friend
Just thinking is all.” No matter how long they had been friends, Merrick wouldn’t
show weakness in front of anyone. Weakness could get him killed.
Bryce grunted beside
Merrick turned and
clasped his friend on the shoulder. Pasting a smile on his face, he looked his
second in the eyes. “Everything’s good, my friend. Trust me.”
answered immediately. The man didn’t even need to think about it.
downstairs?” he asked, wanting to change the subject.
“Good. Busy. Just like
it is every Friday night. You would know this if you ever came down anymore.”
Now it was Merrick’s
turn to grunt, and Bryce laughed at him.
“Come on, man. Come
have a drink with me. Listen to some music. You don’t even have to talk to
anyone else if you don’t want to. Your people just like to see you, and you’ve
been absent lately.”
Merrick lifted the
glass in his hand. “Already have a drink, thanks.” He grinned at his friend.
Bryce returned his
grin before reaching out and stealing the glass from Merrick’s fingers. He
quickly drained its contents before placing the empty glass on the table.
Merrick laughed at his
friend. Not many people would have had the guts to do what Bryce just had, and
he was right. He had gotten bored with the whole scene and had pretty much
stopped going. This was probably not his smartest move, as someone could
construe it as weakness on his part.
“Fine, let’s go. The
night is young, and you never know what could be in store.” With that, Merrick
turned and walked through the apartment. Bryce followed along behind him.
They rode the elevator
down the dozen or so floors until they reached the club on the ground floor.
The elevators were situated off to the side and could only be reached from the
outside by residents who had a security pass or through the back of his club
where the offices lay.
The majority of
residents in his building were either from his coven or paranormal of some
sort. The entire top floor was reserved for Merrick.
After he swiped his
card, they made their way through the back, past the offices, and through
another secure door into the club itself. The music assaulted his ears as soon
as the door opened. God, he loved soundproofing. The music was loud with a
heavy bass beat. Merrick could feel the thumpthump all the way through to his
The club was even
busier than the last time he had been here, but Merrick hadn’t expected
anything less. There was always a line of people trying to get in the doors.
Looking around, he noticed the dance floor full of half-naked bodies, both men
and women. Several were in the middle of a feeding, but all the dancers were
writhing to the beat. The bar was at least three-people deep along the entire
length. The half-dozen men he had working behind it looked to be run off their
feet. Maybe it was time to hire a couple more staff for the bar. He would have
to talk to Bryce and see if the last few weeks had been like this.
They made their way
through the crowded room to the side, where he had a booth reserved for him every
night. After all, it was his club. Sliding in behind the table, Merrick sank
gracefully into the soft leather seats. He stretched his arms across the back
of the seat and watched the people in his establishment.
Bryce slid in next to
him and caught the attention of one of the busboys, who scrambled to get to
them quickly. Merrick recognised Hayden as a member of his coven. The man
looked good in the tight, short leather shorts and white tank top that was his
uniform, even if he was on the shorter end of the scale. His long black hair
was done up in a ponytail high on the top of his head. Nearly a dozen bands
tied down its length until it stopped just shy of his beautifully rounded ass.
Hayden stopped in
front of the table and bowed respectfully. “Good evening, sirs. What can I get
for you tonight?”
“Good evening, Hayden. I trust all is well?” Merrick
may have been absent over the last couple of weeks, but he loved his coven and
made an effort to know every member. Hayden, however, looked a little shocked
that Merrick would know who he was. Not only did Merrick know every member of
his coven by name, but he also knew every one of his employees.