A Vampire Bewitched Deathless Night Book 1 by L.E. Wilson Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance
A vampire needs his mate to survive, but can he protect her from the most dangerous threat of all?
Nikulas Kreek has been searching for his brother for seven long years. Now, with the first lead he's had in a long time, he discovers a witch went missing a few weeks before it happened. Coincidence? No way. Even better, the witch has a sister who might have more information. And that sister is hot. Like model hot. Nikulas knows as soon as he sets eyes on her strawberry-blond head he should stay far away. But the moment he tastes her, he realizes it's too late. She has bewitched him.
Emma Moss still has nightmares about the night her sister was kidnapped, but she refuses to give up hope. So, when a seductive stranger calls claiming to have a new lead, she doesn't hesitate to meet him. He seems harmless enough with his teasing manner and Hollywood pretty-boy looks. However, she can sense something more—a predatory air of danger that should warn her away. But her sister's life is at stake. And she has no other leads. So, she agrees to go with him.
Bound together by their shared cause, tormented by their fated attraction, they set out to hunt down their siblings
He barely managed to rasp, “Emma, you need to back away.”
She frowned slightly. “You said you would never hurt me.”
“Emma, I’m so riled up right now…I just need you to…” Kiss me. Touch me. He breathed her deep into his lungs. “Go back to the table, and give me a moment.” All he could think about was tearing off her clothes and shoving her down onto her hands and knees right there on the hard floor. Pounding into her from behind while he sank his fangs into the soft skin between her neck and her shoulder. Her hot blood searing his throat while he exploded inside of her.
Nik caught himself right before he groaned aloud again at the erotic images he couldn’t seem to stop. “Please, Emma, just back away.” He was so jazzed up; the predator in him poised to pounce at the slightest trigger.
“Okay,” she whispered.
Nik continued to watch her with burning eyes and a clenched jaw, his hands still cupped in front of his hips. As she removed her hand from his arm, his eyes narrowed in on her. She stopped moving, her breasts rising and falling with quick breaths, then took a small step back.
Growling low in his throat, he tracked her.
She took another small step.
Nik’s eyes never left her face. His body leaned toward her, try as he might to stay where he was.
Finally, she seemed to truly comprehend the situation she was in. Her eyes widened, and he heard her heart speed up as she panicked and jerked away.
No sooner had she started twisting around, then he was on her. She never even saw him coming. Wrapping her in the vice-like grip of his arms, she was spun around and slammed back into the fridge behind him, his arms taking the brunt of the hit.
One hand wrapped in her hair, and the other low on her back, he held her immobile, groaning in her ear as he rolled his hips into her softness. His erection pulsed on her belly, hard and thick, and he felt it grow impossibly harder as she moaned in response to the feel of him.
“Emma.” His voice was rough with strain as he tried to warn her. “I’m sorry.” Holding her head still, his mouth crashed onto hers. Heedless of his fangs, they scraped her lips, drawing blood. She gasped at the assault, and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth over and over, he tasted her until she was kissing him back, her tongue dueling with his. Her soft answering moan and the tease of her blood on his lips urged him on, and he lost what little control he’d managed to retain thus far.
A small sound escaped her as he bit into her lower lip, his fangs so sharp they sliced into her flesh like a hot knife through butter.
Nik felt her stiffen with panic as he bit her, but there was no way he was letting her go now. As her blood hit his tongue and ran down his throat, it spread through him like wildfire, burning through his body and igniting every nerve ending.
The word reverberated through him until there was nothing else but Emma. He kissed her, drinking from her swollen lips until she relaxed against him again. The taste of her was so completely unreal; he couldn’t begin to describe it. He’d never had anything like her blood, not even Eliana had affected him like this.
Nik couldn’t get enough. He fed greedily from her lips as he moved his hand down to her ass, pulling her softness into his hard cock. Her little body felt so good, so utterly perfect against him, he was about to come in his jeans just kissing her.
A low growl escaped him as she rose up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, and he held her to him desperately. Licking at her lip to heal his wounds, he kissed his way over her soft jaw and down her throat, breathing in the heady scent that only belonged to her. Pulling her head to the side, he gently kissed her pulsing artery. He lingered there, the blood lust warring with his instinct not to hurt her.
The instinct won. For now.
Releasing her hair, he worked his way back up to her mouth as he ran his hands up over her back until he found the bottom of her sweater. Pushing it up, he slid his hands underneath it, unable to keep himself from touching her velvety, soft skin any longer.
A Vampire's Vengeance Deathless Night Book 2
A vampire bound by chains.
For seven long years, Master Vampire Luukas Kreek has vowed to take revenge on the raven-haired witch that has taken his power—and his sanity. The witch with the face of an angel. Emaciated and weak, he desperately tries to hold on long enough to get his revenge. But with one taste of her blood, a single word bursts through his fragile psyche…MINE.
A witch bound by love.
Keira Moss has spent the last seven years trying to figure out a way to get herself out of this hellhole—and to save the strong-willed vampire she’s grown to admire—and love—while she’s at it. But she’s afraid not even a witch as powerful as she will be able to get out of this one. For she knows that the vampire who holds her heart will kill her the moment he is free. And she won’t stop him.
Tortured and starved, Luukas's hunger for Keira wars with his lust for vengeance. His shattered mind must choose: to kill the witch or to love the angel—making her HIS, forever.
A cruel smile spread across his face.
“Luukas,” she began haltingly, but he didn’t give her any time to give him her excuses. There were no excuses he would accept for what she’d done to him.
He moved before he realized he'd meant to do so. One second he was standing in front of her and the next he had her slammed up against the wall behind her, her feet dangling a foot off the floor. One of his large hands was around her bandaged throat, and the other had a death grip on her wrists, holding her arms above her head.
He lowered his head until his icy visage was but an inch from her face. His glowing, green eyes burned into her with his rage. His lips were drawn back from his teeth in a snarl, exposing his massive fangs.
“I’m going to kill you. Slowly. And painfully.”
Keira looked at him defiantly through her tears. Choking from his hold, she managed to rasp, “I…deserve…it. Just…don’t…hurt…Emma.”
Luuk tilted his head to the side as he stared at her with disbelief, his hatred of her sharpening his thoughts into something that sounded somewhat coherent.
“You dare to demand something of me? For years, you helped that bitch hold me here. Fucking watched,” he yanked her toward him by the throat and slammed her back into the wall, feeling some satisfaction when she winced. “As I was tortured and starved, without a bone in your body feeling a bit of remorse, without one ounce of empathy for me.”
“That’s not…true…!” she gasped.
“SHUT UP! SHUT UP! You don’t get to fucking ask for anything!” he roared into her face. “You don’t get even a small feeling of pity from me. Nothing! YOU! BURNED! ME! ALIVE!”
Luukas was struggling hard to keep the madness in check, but he was losing the fight. He could feel the delicate bones of her throat under his hand, and imagined how good it would feel to crush them in his grip. He began to squeeze, smiling cruelly as her face turned a dark, mottled red. Rip her open! Suck her dry! I’m so thirsty. Kill her! Burn her!
A single tear escaped and rolled down her cheek: just one tear. And the sight of that single fucking tear gave him pause...made his chest tighten painfully.
Hurting her? No! He couldn’t hurt her!
Luukas squeezed his eyes shut. Rip her open! Suck her dry! I’m so thirsty. Kill her! Burn her!
But that one brave tear undid him. “God damn you.”
He loosened his grip on her throat and watched anxiously as she sucked in air, coughing, the color rushing from her face, the sudden paleness of her skin stark in contrast. Still effortlessly holding her up by the wrists, as he had been chained for so long, he placed his other hand on the side of her head and brushed the tear away gently with his thumb. Eyes wide with wonder, he cupped her cheek as he let his eyes rove over her exquisite face.
Gradually, he became aware of her lush body pressed against him. Her heart pounded and her blood rushed through her veins. Her delicious, unique scent hovered in the air around him, interlaced with…desire?
He instantly ached to bury his fangs deep in her neck. Gods, he was so thirsty.
Her full breasts pressed into his chest, and his cock throbbed painfully. It was strange, feeling his cock hardening again, feeling the almost painful pleasure of it.
He wanted to kill her and fuck her at the same time. Maybe he’d fuck her first, and then kill her. Why not? She deserved nothing less.
And she wanted him. He could smell her desire, stronger than her fear. How could that be possible? No, feed first.
He snarled at her again as he thought about the past…what? Years? She owed him for what he’d been through. What she’d put him through. Moving faster than she could track, his mouth slammed down hard onto hers at the same time he ripped the bandage from her throat.
She gasped at the assault, and he used the opportunity to invade her mouth with his tongue. He wasn’t gentle. He kissed her ferociously, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth, sucking, feasting; the taste of her easing the madness, centering all of his awareness on nothing but her.
His fangs scraped her lips and a drop of her blood touched his tongue. He growled deep within his chest, holding her head firmly to his.
It wasn’t enough. He wanted more. Needed more.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he grabbed her by the hair, roughly pulling her head to the side to expose her neck to his hungry view. Her breathing was ragged in his ear, and the sharp scent of her fear grew thicker around him.
Her plump veins pulsed rapidly just under her translucent skin. He put his nose to her neck, inhaling deeply, reveling in her scent for just a moment.
Rearing back, he struck like a snake, sinking his fangs deep into her succulent flesh. She stiffened in his arms as he felt her vein pop and her warm blood began to gush down his throat. He swallowed greedily, his eyes rolling back in his head as an instant feeling of euphoria spreading throughout his emaciated body. MINE.
With a groan, he let go of her wrists. Her hands immediately went to his shoulders, but rather than push him away, they clung to him. Putting his arm around her waist, he pulled her hips into his throbbing erection as he sucked hard at her neck.
Her blood was like nothing he’d ever tasted before. It ran down his throat and burned sweetly through his body like a fine liqueur. Luukas’ body responded eagerly, her blood healing him, renewing him.
A Vampire Possessed Deathless Night Book 3
Sacrifices had to be made for the greater, bloody good.
At least that’s what vampire Aiden Sinclair kept telling himself when he woke up in an unfamiliar city with no memory of how he’d gotten there, or why. When he happens upon a cheeky witch in distress who's being hunted by beasts he is all too familiar with, Aiden must make a choice: Suppress his fears and be with the girl, or embrace the truth and save them all.
Destinies will be fulfilled.
Grace Moss may be a witch, but her magic totally sucks. Hence the reason she finds herself saying yes to an unexpected offer of aid from a dusty, yet yummy-smelling, vampire. With a sexy British accent and bright grey eyes that dance with mischief, his touch makes her blood sing. Yet, something about him makes her skin crawl, and it’s not just the fact he has fangs.
To survive, Aiden will have to trust that her love will be enough to save him, and Grace will have to accept him as he is - into her heart, and into her arms.
Vampire Christian Moore has spent his entire life, both human and immortal, fighting for the respect of his peers. He has codes he lives by. Strict moral codes, both in his personal life and his work. And he doesn't break them. Ever. Until he finds himself at the carnal mercy of a woman with eyes like the midday sky and hair the colors of a summer sunset. His craving for her is unnatural, and watching her dance makes his blood burn like acid in his veins. But he can't not watch her.
When she was fifteen, Ryan Moss lost her mind. Or, at least that's what the voices in her head would have her believe. On the streets of Tijuana, she finds something that makes the voices go away. To get it, she's ashamed to admit, she'll do just about anything, even strip for a man she can't see or hear. However, she can sense his raging need for her through the haze of her high, and her body responds with a voracious hunger of its own.
Christian can make the voices go away, and he wants Ryan to be his. But first, he will have to learn to trust her, and she him. Both of their lives depend on it.
WARNING: This novel contains content that may be a trigger for some, including, but not limited to, drug addiction and scenes of violence.
Her blood saves his life.
Her embrace slays his soul.
Dante Gabor has survived many things since becoming a vampire, but jumping from a plane and crash landing in the desert without a parachute was pushing it, even for him. To survive the relentless sun, he buries his broken body in its own sandy grave. But healing is painfully slow, and he's forced to rise and hunt for larger prey. Half mad with thirst, he's brought to his knees by the seductive taste of a lone female whose sweet blood heals his body, but leaves him craving still more.
Laney Moss loves the Mojave desert that surrounds her home and hikes the upper trails often, prepared for anything she might run across. But nothing prepared her for the monster that comes with the setting sun to stalk her. In the moments before he attacks, one word crashes through her terrified mind—Vampire. She manages to get away, but he tracks the call of her blood and ignites a passion in her that frightens her nearly as much as it thrills her.
Dante is left with no choice but to take her home to his secret lair.
Now he just needs to convince her to stay.
Happy to be back in Seattle, Shea Bennet wants nothing more than to forget about the enigmatic warlock who saved her from a fate worse than death. But his topaz eyes haunt her, and his wicked scent makes her crave something she will never be able to have, something more than his blood — his touch. Though she feels his presence everywhere she goes, she is taken off guard when he suddenly appears to disrupt her hunt. Shea finds the tables have turned, and it is she who is the prey.
A warlock determined to break the curse.
Ever since he released her from his mountain home, Jesse Moss finds he's possessed with the memory of a vampire he feels compelled to protect for reasons he can't explain. Night after night, he lies wrapped in her scent, her whiskey voice invading his dreams, and for the first time in his solitary life, he feels alone in the dark. Restless and worried, he tracks her to her home and offers her a deal, if she will only agree to spend some time with him. A deal he has no intention of keeping.
Shea's cursed past won't let her have him.
His future insists she must.
L.E. Wilson writes Paranormal Romance starring intense alpha males and the women who are fearless enough to tame them—for the most part anyway. ;) In her novels you'll find smoking hot scenes, a touch of suspense, a bit of gore, and multifaceted characters, all working together to combine her lifelong obsession with the paranormal and her love of romance.
Her writing career came about the usual way: on a dare from her loving husband. Little did they know just one casual suggestion would open a box of worms (or words as the case may be) that would forever change their lives.
Lattes and music are a necessary part of her writing process, and sometimes you'll find her typing away at her favorite Starbucks. She walks two miles to get there, to make up for all of those coffees.