Sanguine Inclinations
Helaine Fairgrieve wasn't sure what to do when her rent was raised suddenly, until her long time acquaintance, Evan DuRosier, offered her a solution that would benefit the both of them. Helaine travels to his apartment in the less than reputable art district of the city to indulge his less than conventional desires, only to learn that he's keeping a dark secret.
She's has never been in handcuffs before, much less bound and suspended from a man's ceiling while he pours hot wax on her sensitive skin. She isn't sure what's more frightening, the knife gliding across her skin, or the fact that she loves every pulse-pounding second of it.
BDSM is normally based on a foundation of trust; lacking that, Evan and Helaine's relationship begins as something of a transactional nature, until she discovers that his lust for blood is more than just a fetish. What will she do when she discovers the truth about his Vampirism?
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Five: LithiumEvanHelaine clung to me with tears streaming down her face and I was suddenly very aware of the blood drying on my hand as I smoothed down her hair.We were a mess, inside and out.No one took their first kill well. Taking another human life wasn’t supposed to be easy, but there were more layers of it for her.Through that one brutal action, it was like the darkness in her was roused from sleep. I saw it in her eyes, and there was no way I could pretend that I didn’t.“It’s going to be alright,” I murmured into her hair, but the words felt hollow even as I said them.How could I even begin to define “alright” for her right now?Whatever happened, whatever path she chose, I knew that I’d follow her. I’d take a thousand lives if it meant getting to twine mine with hers. It wasn’t as though spilling blood was new to me.Lilith called me Helaine’s champion, and she wasn’t wrong.But that wasn’t what Helaine needed to hear right now and as she clung to me, trembling as sobs wracking her s
Last Updated: 2024-12-24
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Four: MonsterHelaine“I’ll handle it,” he whispered in my ear, as he slid out of me, stuffing his still-hard cock back into his jeans. “Let me do the talking.”My stomach felt like it had tied itself in knots, remembering the last time those words came out of his mouth.Of course, that wasn’t fair of me.He was in a vulnerable place that night. He’d just been shown evidence that after all these years of nothingness and hunger, he was getting his soul back. I couldn’t begrudge his need for answers.Not when we were currently sticking our necks out to hunt down my dad for any information he had about me.Evan could never have imagined that summoning Lilith would have caused the trouble it did. As far as Evan knew before I took that photo of him, I was perfectly human.And it wasn’t as though living in ignorance would have changed the terrible truth that I was literal the spawn of satan.At least I found out while there still might be time to do something about it.The way he strode toward the absolu
Last Updated: 2024-12-23
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Three: Anti-ChristHelaineThe man let out a gurgle as I pulled the rope more tightly around his neck, and I didn’t let go until his body fell completely limp. His face hit the floor hard with a terrible thwack as his nose broke against the ground.My breathing was labored as I stood over him, amidst the carnage. I almost couldn’t believe what I was seeing, what I’d just done.But he would have killed Evan if he had the chance, and I couldn’t let that happen. He was the only one I had who could ever understand what I was going through, and I . . . I cared for him.Deeply.My hands trembled and my head ached as the world seemed to spin around me.I killed a man today. I took a life. A soul.“Helaine, you should’ve stayed in the room,” Evan scolded me, but I could see the gratitude in his eyes as he approached, holding me in his arms. “They wouldn’t have even hesitated to kill you.”“Which is why we killed them,” I retorted, clinging to Evan as I stared down at the still-warm corpse of the man I strangled
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Two: SlayerEvanThe look of pure concern in her eyes stabbed into me like a knife to the chest. The wound closed as I dragged my thumb across my hand, but she had already seen.The damage had been done.“I never meant for you to see me like this.” I gazed at her with pleading eyes, quietly begging her to understand.Before now, she’d seen me as a domineering presence—always careful, and always in control, but by the very nature of the vampiric curse, there was an inherent weakness.One that made me look and feel truly pathetic.“What—what’s happening?” She asked with a furrowed brow as she extended a gentle hand to touch me, only for me to flinch away. “Evan?”“I should have known this would happen, sleeping away from my coffin.” Shaking my head, I moved as far away from her as I could in the bath, water sloshing around us. “But I haven’t needed nearly as much blood since I met you, so I thought I’d manage until you recovered enough.”“Your coffin? What does that have to do with—”“Sleeping in a
Last Updated: 2024-12-21
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-One: High TideEvanHelaine was still asleep when I awoke, our limbs woven together on the comfortable bed. It had been a long time since I’d slept without the walls of my coffin to protect me, and sleeping in the open like this unnerved me.It had been a too long since I worried about slayers—Cardinal and Main was such a crime ridden street that a careful vampire could go entirely undetected. I had for decades.But being out on the open road again was a risk. I knew that when I suggested it, but there wasn’t much choice.Helaine’s father was the only person who might be able to shed some light on her true origins, and there was no way in hell she’d be able to let it go until she got some answers.I couldn’t let her keep on suffering like that.Unwinding myself from the warmth of her embrace, I sat up to stretch. The corner of my lip tugged into a smirk when she groaned in her sleep, inching her body closer to where mine had been.She was so filled with life that I couldn’t help but admire her.Anti
Last Updated: 2024-12-20
Chapter: Chapter Thirty: UnchartedHelaine“How does it feel?” He took me by the hand, inviting me to stand on trembling legs, still wobbly from my orgasm.“It’s . . . ” I struggled to put it into words. Even with the intense burst of pleasure dissipating, the plug in my ass kept my body on edge, desperate for more. “It’s almost like I could come again if you touch me at all.”He must’ve liked that, because his lips curled into a cat-like grin as he backed me against the bed, sliding his hand up my thigh before cupping my sex. “We’ll have to get you one for home . . . maybe one that vibrates.”My bottom lip disappeared between my teeth and I squirmed against his body. Just the idea of having that much stimulation on top of our usual sessions was almost enough to undo me all over again.“Evan,” I whimpered, bucking my hips against his hand like a bitch in heat. Mercifully, he slipped two fingers into my dripping cunt, situating his thumb against my clit as he slowly pushed me toward that edge.“I’ve never liked my name
Last Updated: 2024-12-19
Of Wolves and Magic
When Deidre Carey inherits her grandmother’s woodland cottage, she returns to Moonhollow Village for the first time in years for a fresh start. When she learns that her first crush is still living in the village, she finds herself drawn to him, regardless of his tempestuous moods.
When she begins to unearth the web of secrets her grandma left behind, Deidre finds herself caught up in more than she ever could have imagined when she returned to the sleepy little mountain town.
Grant Hawthorne was always going to be the town disappointment, but something has changed in all those years since Deidre’s been gone. In an accident that took his older brother’s life, Grant’s world was changed forever when he became not just the sole guardian to his young niece, but a werewolf.
Grant does everything in his power to keep the curse subdued and secret, but all his walls come crashing down around him when his world collides with the force of nature that is Deidre Carey.
“Of Wolves and Magic” explores the tumultuous relationship between a newly realized witch and a troubled man suffering from a lycanthropic curse as they navigate the complex secrets of the supernatural world lurking just beneath Moonhollow’s deceptively cozy surface.
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Chapter: Chapter Eight: SecretsDeidreThe walk home was awkward and uncomfortable on my wobbly legs, no panties beneath my skater-skirt dress making the chilly night air feel that much colder.Grant Hawthorne was a fucking asshole, but I couldn’t deny the way he turned me on. Never in my life had I been fucked like that—I’d never let a man treat me that way, but there was something about Grant that made even his scowl impossible to resist.The man fucked me like he hated me, but I wasn’t just a hole to him.From everything I’d heard when I was living in the city, men just looking for a quick release didn’t usually make a woman come undone on their fingers and tongue before even getting their cock out.I still remembered the way it felt to have my fingers buried in his hair, and the intimacy in the way he touched me despite the fact that we were relative strangers—antagonistic ones at that.I’d be a liar if I tried to say I wasn’t hoping to get with Grant one way or another, and even if I had envisioned a couple of
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Chapter: Chapter Seven: Favorite RegretGrantThe tavern door slammed shut as I made my escape, my heart pounding in my chest like a war drum coming from across enemy lines. There was a chill in the air that burned my lungs when I inhaled, but I didn’t care.All I cared about was getting the hell out of there.Whatever I expected to happen when I made the decision to give into my desires and fuck Deidre Carey, I didn’t expect this.All I had hoped was that I’d knocked back enough alcohol to keep the beast at bay so I wouldn’t show her my other face and scare her to death—if the animal didn’t rip her to shreds.It was a gamble, but I didn’t expect to hit the jackpot.For the first time since becoming a werewolf, the beast inside of me felt tamed. Sated.I was desperate for a way to control the new monster inside of me, but I never expected to find the answer buried between that woman’s legs.It was more than just the fucking—I’d tried using random hookups to blow off steam in the past, and it didn’t do a damn thing but leave
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Chapter: Chapter Six: GentlemanDeidre“There’s nothing gentlemanly about me.”“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, my voice coming out a little more breathy than I’d intended. My eyes were fixed on his, like I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.Luckily, I didn’t want to.He extended his hand to me, all his attention on me as though the rest of the bar had stopped existing. “Come with me, and you’ll find out.”I’d have to have been stupid not to understand what was on offer. Young me would have lost her mind if she knew that one day, I’d be sitting here with Grant Hawthorne.But I was a kid back then, and my stupid little crush on the town delinquent didn’t change the fact that we were adults now, and even if he just threw a scumbag out of the bar for harassing me, he was still an asshole when I tried to talk to him this morning.Narrowing my eyes, I shifted on the bar stool, holding my ground as though it didn’t take every shred of willpower in my body. “Why should I?”“You shouldn’t.”But his hand was sti
Last Updated: 2024-12-18
Chapter: Chapter Five: Full MoonDeidreWith my floor—mostly—repaired, I decided to reward myself with a trip to one of the few buildings in town I’d never been in before.The Full Moon inn, the village’s local tavern and undoubtably the place to be if I wanted to get to know my new neighbors.When I was a little girl the place was obviously off limits, so even if I wasn’t generally one for drinking, I couldn’t resist the urge to check out what passed for nightlife in a small town like Moonhollow.A bell jingled above the heavy wooden door, and I was immediately enveloped by the soft glow of warm lights, the savory aroma of traditional bar food, and the melancholic crooning of the live band.It was peaceful, inviting even, until I met eyes with the big man sitting at the bar.Grant Hawthorne eyed me sharply as he nursed his mug of beer, pointedly turning away as if to say, ‘Don’t you dare come near me.’It gave me half a mind to march my happy ass over and sit next to him, purely out of spite after the way he acted t
Last Updated: 2024-12-17
Chapter: Chapter Four: Bad ManGrantThere was a chill in the air when I walked out of the rinky-dink small town police station. It was the second time I ever walked in there of my own volition, and I hated the way everyone’s eyes lingered on me—especially the sheriff.As far as he was concerned, I was still that same fourteen year old boy who used to break into the local convenience store after closing to steal snacks and shitty cheap beer with my brother.River had cleaned himself up, became a model citizen for Alex’s sake. As far as the village was concerned, the wrong Hawthorne brother had died, even if the police knew I hadn’t had a drop to drink the night we had our accident.And I agreed with them.I dropped off the hoodie and filed an official report about the attempted kidnapping, just like I promised Alex I would, but not before taking a good, long whiff of that hoodie’s stench for myself.That piece of shit was in for a world of hurt if I ever smelled him around the village again. He was scared enough wh
Last Updated: 2024-12-17
Chapter: Chapter Three: HomecomingDeidreStepping onto my grandma’s property after all these years felt eerie. Without her here, the place I spent so much of my childhood at just felt like an empty cottage in a plot of woods.She was gone, and she took all of her energy and love with her.“So, what do you think?” I asked the cat, who I’d decided to name Stallone, as I clung to him to stop myself from crying. “I used to spend a lot of time up here, believe it or not.”The small patch of yard she kept was starting to get overgrown, but the rocks I’d painted as a child that marked the path to the house were still there, emblazoned with childish renditions of lizards and bugs, albeit a bit less vibrant than I remembered them.She would have seen these every time she left the cottage, probably missing me on those summer days when I used to skip across the stones pretending the ground was lava.The corner of my lip tugged upward in spite of my grief. The time I did get to spend with her had been idyllic. I couldn’t have ask
Last Updated: 2024-12-17