Thursday, October 27, 2011

Seems Like The Perfect Time For....

A little bite of my vampire story!!

Sandy’s perception of reality is taking one serious ass-kicking. Two stunningly handsome vampires come to her aide, boldly announce she is their blood mate and send her soaring on waves of orgasmic delight with every touch. It’s a lot for a gal to process in two days! 

Tony and Rick weren’t looking for a third, but when the spunky, courageous, sexy-as-hell human woman needs blood, their bodies and souls instantly recognize Sandy as their perfect match. Now they just need to convince her to embrace all they have to offer.

The Lady's Not A Vamp
Copyright Tessie Bradford, 2010

Sandy rubbed her eyes and rolled over to face the back of the couch. The first thing to register was the lack of a headache and a settled stomach. The next was her pebbled nipples and the gentle pulsing of her clit. Images of a gorgeous man coming to her rescue, bringing her home, promising to make her feel better floated through her mind. Wow, what a dream! She stretched her legs and snuggled her hip more deeply into the cushions. She thought she heard a quiet groan from somewhere across the room, but that was impossible, she lived alone. A tiny itch caused her to rub her ass cheek slowly as she delighted in finally feeling like her old self again. 

“Oh come on, give a guy a break.”

Sandy jerked around so fast she had to brace her arm on the floor to keep from tumbling flat on her face. After fumbling around to regain a sitting position, she stared at Rick, who sat across the room.

“I thought you were a dream.”

“Nope, I’m very real, but thanks for the compliment.” His smile lit up his face. “Are you feeling better?”

“As a matter of fact, yes, I am. How can that be?”

“Sandy, what I’m about to say is going to sound crazy, but please try and hear me out, okay?” He laid his hands on the arms of the recliner and slowly crossed his legs. It was obvious he was trying to affect a casual pose, which immediately caused her concern.

“I’m listening,” she replied hesitantly.

“The man you danced with at the bar isn’t human.”

Wow, at least he’d warned her first. Sandy quickly scanned the room, disappointed to see her purse with her cell phone inside, over by the front door. It would be quite impossible to get past Rick from where she was sitting. Humoring him for the moment seemed the best course of action while trying to figure out a plan B. “May I ask what he is then?”

“A vampire and a law breaker, but I promise he will be brought to justice.”

Sandy briefly studied Rick’s expression, so calm but also serious, then did the only thing that came to mind. She burst out laughing. Of course the most beautiful, compassionate man she’d ever had the pleasure of meeting was as nutty as a fruitcake!

“A criminal vampire as opposed to the model citizen kind, huh? Leave it to me to attract a bad one. Is his crime dancing me to the point of illness?”

“He took your blood without permission.”

Sandy ran both her hands along her neck. “Without leaving any teeth marks too. I appreciate that.”

“He healed them, of course.”

“Riiight.” She nodded her head in agreement and slowly stood. “This is certainly a very plausible explanation for me not feeling well. Thanks for clearing everything up. I suppose I should call the police and make a full report?”

“I am the police.”

And it keeps getting better, she thought, desperately choking back another round of giggles.

“Then I leave the situation in your capable hands. Be sure and let me know how it all turns out, okay?” She took a few steps and motioned toward the front door.

“We most certainly will.”

Sandy audibly gasped at the man now standing in the kitchen doorway. Shockingly, he actually fit her idea of what a vampire might look like. Long, jet-black, perfectly straight hair hung loose over his shoulders to fall below his armpits. His full-length leather coat hung open, revealing a black shirt stretched tight across his chest and worn blue jeans riding low on his hips, clinging to his muscular thighs. Even from across the room, she was mesmerized by his ice-blue eyes and sharp facial features. When he winked at her rakishly, a shiver of lust skittered along her skin. He looked bad and oh so good all at the same time.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Cassandra Morley, meet Tony DeLucia, my partner.”

Have a great weekend and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!


  1. Apparently, Google has decided to try to play nice and display my blog normally!!!!

  2. Shhh... Tessie, let's be nice and play along. When Google freaks out it's bad! lol
    XXOO Kat

  3. Very good! Nice Google...good Google.


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