Hello folks! As I haven’t told anybody, my new vampire romance Vampire Rockstar is coming out by the 22nd of this month. This is my Halloween contribution to the world, as I like writing intense dark stuff, so here is a fragment I particularly enjoyed writing. Let me know what you think, and oh! If you can’t wait until the book is out, you can enjoy the first two books of this series (Vampires), The Porcelain Prince and Vampire Idol on Amazon. The books are free in Kindle Unlimited, and every book in this series (Vampires) can be read as a standalone, in case you were wondering. So here’s what Vampire Rockstar is about, and the fragment I promised.
Blurb Vampire Rockstar
Gigi
One job to make it big—get pictures of the world’s most famous boy band at one of their private events in London, and sell them to the tabloids. But things don’t go as planned, and I end up in a dark alleyway with a stalker on my tracks. Hours later, I’m the captive of Diesel van San, rockstar, holder of the ‘sexiest man alive’ title and, as it turns out, vampire.
Diesel wants me to use my connections to the London underground to locate his biggest enemy, and he’ll be keeping me under his complete control until I get him that. But his desires become more personal as we go, and it’s impossible to resist them. I keep reminding myself that Diesel van San is a player, a predator, a young god in piercings and tattoos that no woman can hold down. But he’s also got powers no woman can resist, and he’s determined to bring me to my knees. He wants to own me, do me, make me his own personal call girl, but that’s not all. The last bit of Diesel’s proposition goes beyond indecent. It’s dark, twisted, and God knows I should say no. And yet…
Fragment Vampire Rockstar (Where things begin to heat up):
People move out of our path as our bodyguards make way for us among them like cutting through butter. Most people here are wasted or high, but they snap out of it as they realize what they’re seeing. We must make one hell of a couple, Gigi and I, she like a classy business woman out for some weekend fun, in the company of a rock star, a bad boy, all studded leather, tattoos and piercings.
The attention of the thugs on us thickens, men in balaclavas appearing around the walls. I take Gigi’s hand in mine to make extra sure no unnecessary space is created between us. It startles her, and her first impulse is to shake out of my grip, but I clasp her tighter.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, knowing that my vampire senses allow me to hear her even over the pounding music. “They’re gonna think that we’re—”
“That ship has sailed already anyway,” I say, leaning down to her ear, not releasing her hand. “You’ve been seen at the hotel. Now you’ve been seen here with me. There’s no chance in hell that people won’t be snapping a thousand pictures of us here tonight, so there goes nothing.”
“How can you say that? Maintaining the illusion that you’re single is crucial to your career.”
“And we will keep that illusion.”
“How do you suppose we do that?” She glances down at our interlocked hands.
“By making it look like we’re just a fling to each other.”
She scoffs. “There’s no way in hell—”
“Remember your brother, and all the things I can do for him.”
We reach the table at the back of the club that my people reserved for us, and the bodyguards take their positions around it, like they’ve been instructed to. They do it in such a way that Gigi and I can still be seen at the table where whiskey, Red Bull, champagne and ice has already been arranged for us. The sight of alcohol seems to make her feel sick, or maybe it’s what I just said to her.
“Did I say anything to disgust you?” I inquire through my teeth as I invite her to take a seat on the cream sofa.
“You still ask? You just suggested we make it look like I’m your whore.”
“Or like I’m your fuckboy. You look like a badass business woman out for some fun.”
She looks up at me with startled eyes, and I burst into laughter. “I see you’re not very keen on that idea.”
“If I were a badass business woman, I sure as hell wouldn’t be taking a lover like you.”
“No?” I drop down on the sofa next to her, man-spreading and resting an arm on the back of the sofa behind her shoulders. I know I’m overstepping boundaries, but I don’t give a fuck. “And what kind of lover would you take, milady?”
“Certainly not a conceited asshole that’s become an emotional cripple after having fucked hundreds of women.”
“Asshole? We’re calling each other names now?”
Fury blazes in her cheeks. She’s wearing make-up this time, so the fire under her skin is perfectly covered, but I can smell it on her blood, and it makes me hard.
“I’m sorry for that,” she forces herself to say, pursing her red lips. I imagine smearing that red lipstick all over her face with my cock. “It’s just, it was offensive, implying that we might use each other for, you know.”
“For sex?” I spell it out for her. She nods, looking away from me and sweeping the club. She wants to drop the subject and bring it back to Shanker, the reason we’re here, but I’ll be damned if I let it.
“You know, you’ll be under my protection indefinitely, and that means there won’t be any men around you to scratch that itch. You might as well strike an arrangement with me, especially since there’s so much I can do for you.”
She scoffs without looking at me, still sweeping the club for faces she might recognize through the shisha steam and the intermittently flashing lights. The music isn’t as loud here, so we can understand each other without her having to yell. She makes to inch away from me, but I wind my arm around her shoulders and pull her back, eliciting an outraged reaction from her.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m serious, Gigi. I could do much more for your brother than get him out of jail. I could fuck up those who set him up. And those are just some of the things I could do for you.”
She blinks rapidly like she can’t quite believe what she’s just heard.
“Diesel, are you seriously proposing an affair?”
My response is a long hard look at her. She stops breathing, and her heart beats so hard I can hear it as loud as the bass in the speakers.
“Wait a minute, are you going to make that a condition for getting Ronan out of jail?”
“No. I already made a promise related to that.”
“All right, then I guess the answer is a loud and clear Fuck No.”
But I won’t take no for an answer. I know how to get a yes when I want it, so I bring my mouth so close to her ear that my lips brush the shell. She feels trapped against me, her whole body is on fire, but there’s nowhere to go for her.
“Have an affair with me, and I’ll never feed on another human again.”
Her head snaps at me, her smokey eyes wide. She resembles a stricken goddess, one that I’m going to make mine and subject to my most hidden desires.
“You can’t promise that.”
“Yes, I can.”
“You have to feed somehow. If you don’t feed, you waste away, Aimee told me.”
“I would be feeding. On your blood exclusively.”
“What the hell are you saying?” She tries to jolt away from me, but my arm turns to stone around her.
“There’s no way in hell you just made this proposition to me.”
“I did.”
“Then there’s no way in hell I’m accepting.”
I look around the club, and fix one particularly ugly pimp just outside the circle the bodyguards make around us.
“Then prepare to get a lot of blood on your hands tonight.”
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