FRANKIE'S VAMP
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.
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.
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EXCERPT:
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 all.
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 pleasure.
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 died.
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 the night.
“No, just wanted to check that everything was okay. You’ve been awfully quiet lately,” his friend answered.
“Everything’s fine. 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 him.
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.”
“Always,” Bryce answered immediately. The man didn’t even need to think about it.
“How’s business 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.
“What drink?”
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 thump thump all the way through to his bones.
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.
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 all.
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 pleasure.
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 died.
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 the night.
“No, just wanted to check that everything was okay. You’ve been awfully quiet lately,” his friend answered.
“Everything’s fine. 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 him.
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.”
“Always,” Bryce answered immediately. The man didn’t even need to think about it.
“How’s business 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.
“What drink?”
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 thump thump all the way through to his bones.
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.