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Cursed Ever After
Ever After Series Prequel
Ever After Series Prequel
A.C. James
Genre: Erotic
Paranormal Romance
Publisher:
Wandering Impulse Press
ISBN: 978-061584909
ASIN: B00E6XLG82
Number of pages: 60
Word Count:
Approximately 13K
Cover Artist: A.C.
James
Book Description:
Ruler – [Arie]
Arie is having a
bad night but what else is new? When vampires deal with demons nothing less can
be expected. He heads to the Hellfire Club to report back to his sexy boss,
Tessa Green, anticipating that she’ll be less than satisfied with the details
of his night. Instead he finds a hot new hire waiting in her office. Alone in
the office, she offers him an intriguing opportunity to improvise.
This quick, dirty
read contains profanity, voyeurism, DIY BDSM, M/F and F/F situations. Not for
the faint of heart and intended for audiences over the age of 18.
“Rich and dark, a supernatural and sensual delight of
erotic passion.” —Kathy Kulig, Ellora's Cave Award Winning Author
Bound – [Luna]
Luna is always tied
up in difficult situations. Obsessed with someone she can never have. From the
moment Luna first met Victoria, she knew she was different—hot, dangerous, and
unlike anyone she’s ever known. Luna can't stop thinking about her. Can't stop
fantasizing about her. Can't stop craving the one thing she knows she can never
have. The one she wants—the vampire she wants abstains from blood and sex.
To distract her
from her obsession, Luna begs Tessa to find an appropriate diversion. Bound and
gagged in her dungeon at the Hellfire Club (HFC), Luna gets an unexpected visit
from a sibling that leaves her feeling conflicted and heartbroken. Arie steps
in when Luna is vulnerable. Is there more to this hot alpha vamp than his
hard-ass facade?
This M/F erotic story contains profanity, sex, &
DIY BDSM and is intended for audiences over the age of 18.
Burned – [Victoria]
Victoria has a
sordid past and this macabre tale is woven with lies, blood, betrayal, and
vengeance. In the far north of France in the 1700s she took care of a young
girl and her ailing mother. She never planned on falling for Henri in the
process—except she fell in love with the wrong man. She fell in love with a
monster. Sometimes evil hits too close to home. And when you trust the wrong
person you might just get burned.
Chained – [Tessa]
Tessa Green is the
most famous dominatrix in Chicago and rules the notorious Hellfire Club. She
also happens to be a vampire. And the senator is just another toy for her
amusement. Sometimes the power and authority that comes with leadership can be
a strain. He relishes her dominance, her demands, and her control. Sometimes
being free happens only when chained and who better to keep his secret than
Tessa.
This M/F erotic story contains profanity & BDSM
and is intended for audiences over the age of 18.
Preface
As a special bonus
this short story collection also contains the preface for the beginning of a
series with Arie, Luna, Victoria, and of course Tessa. Eternal Ever After is
the Gothic Cinderella story of 22-year-old Holly Ellis, a barista, who meets her
unwilling prince charming. Arie, our prince, is an ancient vampire and Chief
Justice of the Council of Sanguis. He serves the notorious Tessa Green. She's
the dominatrix queen of Chicago's underground Hellfire Club. The unlikely pair
entangle when a powerful force threatens Holly’s life and compromises exposing
their world.
From Ruler
Outside the club gunfire erupted. It was probably just a gang shooting. But the cops didn’t give a rat’s ass. This part of the city was like a third-world country at war but as long as it didn’t interfere with business, we wouldn’t get involved. The Hellfire Club was situated on the South Side of Chicago. It operated as a Goth club downstairs and an underground sex club on one of the upper levels. In a world where the supernatural commingled with humans largely unbeknownst to humankind, the club provided a perfect cover. Of course, our high-class clientele and the few humans on our staff knew about our kind.
I inhaled deeply and prayed for patience. Tessa wasn’t going to like the price increase the med tech at the blood bank required to keep us in supply. What was I supposed to do? The half-demon masquerading as a human had stood there with that twisted-as-fuck-smile and when I tried to dazzle him, he seemed completely immune to my tactics. I’d come here to report back to Tessa and it wasn’t likely she’d let this one go.
Muttering obscenities, I walked across the black marble and Luna looked up from her post behind the bar.
“Arie…”
“Not now Luna.”
She pursed her lips but didn’t respond to my mercurial mood. It was probably for the best under the circumstances. Throw in any of my primal instincts—sex, violence, blood-hunger—into the mix, and it would turn ugly for her. If not for this business with the blood bank, I’d screw her despite my preference for human partners. But for her I’d make an exception.
Luna had pale, luminous skin that almost matched my own and a stream of silvery beams trailed behind her. Even her hair, including her eye lashes sparkled silver. Usually she batted her eyes at me appreciatively but at the moment she just looked disgusted and I didn’t have time to deal with a pissed off faerie.
The elevator button lit up when I pressed it and after a few moments the door slid open. I took the elevator to the third floor and made my way down the dimly lit hallway to Tessa’s office. Someone was having sex in the building. At any given time someone was screwing in the club but as I walked, the scent of arousal grew stronger, making my body tighten and my balls throb. Damnit, resistance was growing increasingly hard and painful, as my dick was at this moment.
I brushed past the stony faced guard outside Tessa’s office. He was bigger than me, nearly as tall, and his short blond hair stood in spikes. Growling, I brought my fist up when he grabbed me with a muscled arm bearing a tribal tattoo that ran its length. My fist made contact with his jaw and he let out a curse.
A.C. James is a book
blogger and author of paranormal and erotic romance containing BDSM.
Wife, mother, and
storyteller extraordinaire. She resides in northeast Pennsylvania drinking
large vats of coffee while taming two toddlers by day and writing by night. She
enjoys wine, sushi, sake, and curling up with a good book. A.C. loves to hear
from readers!
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