Click on image to enlarge.
|
Vampires Of Noctra: Blood Bounty
by Darcy Abriel
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy
Description: A vampire with a raging thirst for human blood and erotic pleasure; a man with a secret mission to find and destroy the undead. But lusty midnight passions defy logic, while boundaries and duty hold no sway on the decks of the Night Stalker. Captain Donte Lucienne is the vampire captain of the Night Stalker. His crew is human, men who serve the vampires of Noctra, providing sustenance, as well as loyalty. They are fighters as well as lovers, and devoted to their vampire masters. They would destroy any who tried to kill their captain. Skye Templeton is a man on a dangerous mission. Plucked from the swelling seas by the crew of the Night Stalker, he's exactly where he needs to be. Will he come out alive, or end up as fodder to the lust of the vampirate captain? His duty is clear, at least until he comes to know this licentious crew and their magnetic leader...until he comes under the supernatural, relentless spell of the Night Stalker... Genres: Gay / Dark Fantasy / Vampire / Historical / Pirate / BDSM / Voyeurism / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: April 2009
 
13 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [122 KB]
Words: 25120
Reading time: 71-100 min.
"5 Nymphs!...A rush of lust-filled, action-packed story. The writing is superb, and Darcy Abriel draws in the reader with brilliantly written passages and descriptions. The tension between Donte and Skye is thick and palpable. There are many, many secrets hiding within both of them, one of which I did not expect, and the revelation was both surprising and incredibly arousing...The first in what I hope will be a very long series. I can't wait to get my hands on the next book."--Satyr Vael, Literary Nymphs Reviews
Donté slipped from the bed and re-buttoned his britches. His white linen shirt was spotted with Velvet's blood, but he paid it no mind. He unfastened the cuffs binding Velvet to the bed. The man was only partially conscious.
He inspected the sailor, looking for signs of any undue distress. The man seemed oblivious to anyone else in the room. He would deal with Skye Templeton only after he was certain Velvet was attended to properly.
Donté cared for all of his crew, each and every one important to him, each in his own way. His glance met Skye's look of curiosity--and challenge.
Donté poured out a glass of wine and then returned to the bed. He lifted Velvet's head so he could drink some of the wine.
After a moment he placed a hand over Velvet's eyes and placed a command into his mind. "Sleep, Velvet. Sleep until I awaken you." The vampiric order had the desired effect and within seconds Velvet was sound asleep, soft snores emanating from him.
Rising from the bed he turned to look at Skye. "Why do you continue to challenge me? I feel the lust building inside you. Why do you fight it? You can block me from your mind, but I can see into your heart."
Skye's blue gaze studied the vampire and Donté felt his body respond to the narrowed look. "At least I have a heart," Skye retorted.
Shoulders straight and hands clasped behind his back, the most closed, haughty expression on his face, Skye circled the vampire. Donté struggled with the power, fought to maintain. He was shocked to realize the lad actually thought to intimidate him. This human sought to dominate him--he felt it, saw it in his aura. A glint of respect and curiosity overtook him. He felt a surge of heat against his back and knew Skye stood behind him. Waiting. Felt the danger of the sailor's presence. The challenge to his authority. He could kill the whelp without lifting a finger, didn't he realize that? So why didn't he?
Skye's warm, human hands dropped onto his shoulders. He knew what was to come, knew he should put a halt to the game now. Knew that he wouldn't. He had waited for a man like Skye for decades.
The shirt ripped easily as Skye dragged his hand down the back of the expensive, fragile material. The ragged sound of tearing cloth filled the room. The shirt clung to Donté's arms as he felt the heat of Skye's focus arrow to the white lines of his back. Khan growled.
Donté looked at the big cat. "Be still, Khan." He would have no interference with this duel for control. What came of it--so be it.
"Punishment?" Skye asked as he traced the pads of his fingers over the thin lines adorning Donté's back.
|
)
