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The Dioni Chronicles: Book 1: Mikhail's Hunt
by Dana Littlejohn
Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy/Fantasy
Description: Is Mikhail vampire enough to take what he wants or will the man in him want more? Mikhail Jamison is a vampire of The Dioni Clan, the last of their kind. He has been given the privilege to choose a wife for his services rendered during the werewolf wars. He has set his sight on a beautiful dancer, Christina Martinez. Upon their first meeting Christina has made it clear she was not interested in him. He has heard too much, about what having your own wife would be like and can't let her get away. Realizing he has started off on the wrong foot with his chosen mate he knows he must now dig deep into the training of his elders to convince her that her first impression of him was wrong and it is her destiny to be with him. Whose destiny will it become the Vampire's or his prey? Will his chosen mate show him there is more than just the dark side of life?
eBook Publisher: Red Rose Publishing, 2007 2007-10-18
eBookwise Release Date: October 2007
 
12 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [52 KB]
Words: 10777
Reading time: 30-43 min.
Christina went through her day feeling strange and all but looking over her shoulder. Finally, it was over and she rushed to meet her friend at Alberto's. Marisol was there waiting when she arrived. "Hey girl. Boy, am I glad to see you," she said hugging her friend. "Yeah, I got that feeling. You only called me fifteen times to see if I was still coming. What's going on?" "Wait. I need a drink first." "I already ordered you one. Now talk." "Marisol, I had the weirdest dream last night." "A dream?" "Yeah, about that guy from the club last night." "The cute one that you blew off?" She scoffed. "I don't doubt it." "Yes. In my dream his name was Mikhail." "Nice. He wasn't some crazed maniac in this dream, was he?" The waitress returned with their drinks. "Are you ready to order?" "Can you give us a minute?" The waitress nodded and left. "You were saying?" "No, he wasn't a crazed maniac." She took a long sip of her drink. "He was naked." "Naked?" "Is this supposed to be a Margarita? It sucks. It needs more tequila." "We don't come for the drinks, we come for the food. Now get back to him being naked. How naked was he?" She took another sip. "Naked as the day he was born. Although I doubt he looked that good when he was born," she said with a chuckle. "Mmm. What'd he look like?" She finished her drink. "He looked fantastic." She smiled at the memory. "Nice body, strong and tight. Like melted chocolate, you just want to eat with your fingers." She chuckled. "We were this close to doing it, too." She squeezed her thumb and forefinger together. "You dreamt about a fine, naked man and you didn't do it? Sounds more like nightmare."
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