Voracious Vixens, 13 Novels of Sexy Horror and Hot Paranormal Romance

by Travis Luedke

  Voracious Vixens

  13 Novels of Sexy Horror and Hot Paranormal Romance

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  THIS ANTHOLOGY IS RATED:

  Adult Reading Material (17+)

  Contains scenes of graphic sex and violence unsuitable for underage readers

  Voracious Vixens, 13 Novels, 13 Authors::

  The Nightlife New York By Travis Luedke – Aaron Pilan is thrust into the shocking world of vampire slavery when Michelle shares her blood to save him. Under her neurotic control, Aaron experiences a sensory and sexual awakening while adhering to her deadly strict feeding regimen.

  Blood Of The Eternal Moon By Simon Oneill – Trapped in a demonic asylum, a woman has 24 hours to become an Eternal Vampire before a monstrous evil takes all her blood and destroys our world.

  Dreamz (The Wunder Prequel) By A.R. Von – Wunder may have a normal life now...well, as normal as a freak of nature could have. Half zombie while her job is to hunt bloodthirsty creatures to protect the innocent. It’s the dreams that haunt her and they aren't nightmares.

  Highland Wolf Clan Book 1 The Reluctant Alpha By A K Michaels – Cameron Sinclair is a billionaire with a secret; he’s a Wolf that rejects his heritage and right to be Alpha. That is until he is forced to face his DNA with a chance meeting of Chastity, a white She-Wolf that needs his help and he can’t refuse, can he?

  The Sexy & The Undead By Charity Parkerson – Ella has spent years searching for a cure for a zombie named Freddie. When an experimental potion pulls an angel from the heavens, she'll get a glimpse of the life she's been missing by hanging out with the undead.

  Twisted Dreams, The Dhampyre Chronicles Book One By Marissa Farrar – Half vampire Elizabeth Bandores moves to a new town to start college, but when carnie-boy Riley crosses her path, her hopes of a quiet life vanish...

  The Noru: Book I, Blue Rose By Lola StVil – Half angel, half demon fall in love with angel. He didn't know he loved her until he walked through fire to save her. Love, scandal, romance and blood; So much blood...

  Taken & Pursuit, The Alpha’s Captive – Books 1-& 2 By V. M. Black – When Harper is carjacked by a sexy werewolf biker, it's the start of the ride of her life. The first two novellas of The Alpha's Captive, Taken and Pursuit, are included in this set.

  Justine: Into The Blood By Carole Gill – An epic vampire journey from poverty to palaces, to embrace death in all its blood glory full of lust, passion, betrayal and finally love

  Rowena By Eden Elsworth – Lumbered with a hot angel with designs on her womb, Rowena has to find and nullify the spirit plaguing her new client, deal with revelations about who her father is, and shake off her addiction to her best friend with benefits, Stephen.

  Bound By Fate By Mandy Lou Dawson – Beth is the only un-mated pure-bred female wolf in the Loam Floor pack – witty and hell-bent on making her own way in life. Join her as she uncovers a secret from her past that could destroy everything she loves.

  Queen of Storms, Tales from the Tarot of the Acolyte By Ashen White – Think Tarot Cards are just for telling fortunes? Think again! Paranormal erotic horror that will curl your toes and make you hot in all the right places!

  King of Vengeance, Beasts By Leanore Elliott – When Valentine gets the case of the Malibu Slasher, she also inherits the swaggering Hurt Legend Detective,Victor Payne. While a killer is disemboweling men, Payne has to look closer at his new partner, as no one is who they should be, including him.

  Contents:

  The Nightlife New York by Travis Luedke

  Blood Of The Eternal Moon By Simon Oneill

  Dreamz (The Wunder Prequel) By A.R. Von

  Highland Wolf Clan Book 1 The Reluctant Alpha By A K Michaels

  The Sexy & The Undead By Charity Parkerson

  Twisted Dreams, The Dhampyre Chronicles Book One By Marissa Farrar

  The Noru: Book I, Blue Rose By Lola StVil

  Taken & Pursuit, The Alpha’s Captive – Books 1-& 2 By V. M. Black

  Justine: Into The Blood By Carole Gill

  Rowena By Eden Elsworth

  Bound By Fate By Mandy Lou Dawson

  Queen of Storms, Tales from the Tarot of the Acolyte By Ashen White

  King of Vengeance, Beasts By Leanore Elliott

  The Nightlife: New York

  By

  Travis Luedke

  CHAPTER 1

  Dead on his feet and ready to clock out, Aaron Pilan didn’t immediately react when Charlene groped a good handful of his ass. Burned out from a long, hard shift of waiting tables, Aaron’s delayed reaction wasn’t anything charming or witty as his boss Bemichi would have preferred. Refilling Charlene’s merlot that he’d already refilled one too many times, he deadpanned, “Is there anything else I can do for you?” He realized too late, his question might be misinterpreted as encouragement to her advances.

  He definitely didn’t want to mislead or encourage Charlene. He found her attractive, with that “MILF” allure––Mother I’d Like to Fuck––of older, more sophisticated women. But the problem with Charlene came two-fold. She was both a regular customer, and old enough to be his mother. She probably knew enough about sex to thoroughly corrupt his innocence, which, much to his chagrin, remained mostly intact.

  The real reason he avoided fraternizing with customers was his ever-present fear of the wrath of Bemichi that could descend on him like angels of judgment bearing fiery swords. His boss Antonio Bemichi, who owned the restaurant for two decades, didn’t allow such indiscretions to pass without consequence. Aaron had been warned by other waitresses, “Hell hath no fury like an Italian restaurant proprietor scorned.”

  Bemichi, like many Italians in New York, took great pride in his fine dining establishment and customer service. After all, the place carried his namesake, Bemichis Restaurant. Like many Italians, Bemichi’s fiery temper flared and screeched in a fountain fireworks display. Fortunately his tirades sputtered out just as quickly.

  Aaron considered Bemichi a decent guy, and the job wasn’t bad, the food even better. Aaron enjoyed his work ... most of the time. The interior décor of Bemichis resembled a New York Italian version of the Olive Garden. The kind of place to bring the whole family, slurp down fabulous Italian pastas, and then waddle home an hour later wonderfully sated, without having emptied your wallet.

  For Charlene, Bemichis held the added allure of hitt
ing on waiters half her age, secure in the knowledge they would grin and bear it for propriety’s sake. Aaron didn’t complain, he’d gotten used to her hands on his ass. He suspected she patronized the restaurant for the express purpose of fondling him. She seemed to go after him at around her third refill of merlot. That should be her cutoff point, but then, he wasn’t entirely averse to the occasional grope. Definitely not getting any at home. Besides, she always left a hefty tip––a consolation prize for putting his wares at her fingertips.

  The game of grab-ass had grown old months ago. At this late hour Aaron just wanted to finish his shift––like now. He watched the time tick by. The hands on the clock advanced in exaggerated slow motion, mocking him with their lazy movements. Twelve o’clock midnight arrived not a moment too soon. He moved so fast making his escape out the door, that he missed the first call on his cell phone from his roommate Kyle. When Kyle called back seconds later, he figured he better answer, must be important.

  “Hey what’s up? I’m trying to get outta here.”

  “Dude, I gotta warn you.” Kyle spoke over the top of dubstep techno music and chatter in the background. Aaron could almost make out the telltale snort of Delia’s laughter––often at his expense. “Delia’s here with some friends.”

  “Did she say anything about me?” Aaron’s hope flared.

  His first serious girlfriend, Delia had turned his simple existence upside down with the infamous words spoken in her usual flippant manner, “I think we should see other people.” This wonderful news was followed by the even more infamous relationship killer, “But we can still be friends!” It had been a long and humbling week since her mercilessly delivered one-two combo knocked him for a loop.

  Kyle paused, his silence implied things better left unsaid. “She’s playing it off like everything’s totally cool. Honestly, she looks happy to be single.”

  Aaron blew out the breath he’d been holding in.

  Kyle reassured, “Don’t worry, there’s loads of fish in the sea.” Kyle’s casual manner didn’t translate. Aaron had never found it simple to catch either fish or women.

  He prepared himself for another pep talk. Kyle had been pushing him for the last week to broaden his horizons and do exactly as Delia suggested––see other people. He’d told Aaron repeatedly he’d be better off with someone else. Kyle didn’t care much for Delia’s manipulations.

  “Look, I know you’re stuck on her, but you’re not getting anywhere chasing her. The best way to handle Delia is to hook up with her friends. If that doesn’t drive her batshit crazy, then she doesn’t deserve you.” Sage advice from philosopher Kyle.

  “Do you think she told everyone we broke up?” Aaron feared he already knew the answer.

  “You mean that she kicked you to the curb? Yeah dude. That boat has sailed, there ain’t no stopping it. That’s why you gotta make some moves of your own. Offense dude, time for offense. You remember that chica Delia’s always hangin’ with, the sexy one with black hair, Amber?”

  “Ahh ... yeah, I think so.”

  “She’s here right now, so hurry up, her tight little ass is ripe. And hey ... um ... can you pick up some beer on the way home? You know how it goes. After a few drinks the pants fall right off.”

  Only if you’re Kyle. Aaron had never experienced the good fortune of having women’s pants fall off. His limited intimate encounters taught him there was considerable effort and occasional begging involved in the removal of women’s clothing.

  “Yeah, I caught some decent tips tonight. How about a twelve pack?” He already knew the answer, but to ask was habitual, an endless game he and Kyle played. Kyle never wanted less beer. Kyle always pushed for more, and he always had a reason.

  “Better make it a case. I think we’re in for an all-nighter.”

  “Alright, I guess I’ll get a case, just in case we need a case.” The cheesy punch line had ceased being funny months ago. But like most aspects of Aaron’s life, it had become a groove he’d fallen into that he couldn’t get out of. He hung up and headed out the front door of Bemichis into the New York streets to do the same thing he did night after night.

  Kyle had called for the beer. The moral support play wasn’t his thing. In fact, Kyle was probably making moves on Amber at that very moment. Aaron didn’t mind. Kyle had a few redeeming qualities worthy of mention. Loyalty, yes, loyalty would be one, that and a never ending supply of optimism. The proverbial glass was always half full with Kyle––half full of beer.

  But Aaron didn’t make it home this night. He never made it to the corner drug store for beer. The moment he exited Bemichis, fate conspired to place two opposing and dangerous forces in his path; the timing so impeccably perfect, one could argue divine intervention.

  The first party, a vision so remarkable, so drop dead gorgeous, she seemed surreal against the backdrop of grainy darkness and gloom of the concrete-asphalt streets. Aaron’s world blurred out of focus. This sparkling gem of a five-foot blonde-bomb package complete with cliché black cocktail dress and fuck me pumps was the only thing to remain distinct in his vision. As she locked an unblinking gaze on him, nothing else existed in his universe. Nothing mattered beyond this fabulous woman gliding towards him with supreme grace and poise.

  As he was drawn to the blonde’s powerful magnetic attraction, the second part of the equation arrived on scene. Aaron watched in fascination when an unmarked police cruiser drew up alongside her. He recognized the undercover cop car by the telltale spotlight on the driver-side mirror.

  The woman hesitated, appearing torn between giving her attention to Aaron or them. She was so far out of his league. Why did she notice him at all?

  The men in the car beckoned to her. Her hesitation ended, she turned away to converse with the undercovers. She probably didn’t know they were cops. The one on the passenger side propositioned her, “Hey babe, what’s goin’ on tonight?”

  Without missing a beat, she offered, “Monsieur would like to party? Un ménage à trois? We can make a party, oui?” She had an intoxicating French accent.

  Both cops hopped out of the car instantly, surrounding her in an unmistakably threatening stance. Aaron advanced on the trio to better hear them. He couldn’t take his eyes off the woman to save his life.

  The fat, bulldog cop verbally assaulted her in his Brooklyn accent. “Who you workin’ for? I hope it’s somebody we know. You gotta be paid up with the right people to work this street!”

  She frowned. “I don’t work for anyone!” Watching her defy them in her cute little French lilt, Aaron was further smitten.

  The bulldog grabbed her arm. “You’re under arrest!”

  The thin, bald, taller cop moved in to grab her other arm. They must think she’s a prostitute. How could they make such a mistake?

  * * * *

  She studied the two fools, one on each arm. She examined their auras and evaluated her options. Their auras swirled with colors of arrogance and a sense of entitlement. Like so many others who came before them, these men craved power over her. It was a base instinct to control and possess, as if they had found a new toy to play with. Their selfish desires disgusted her, like a rotten stench surrounding something putrid. She read the nuances of their hatred towards all women stemming from a sense of inadequacy. Their souls held the deeply rooted taint of police corruption fueled by greed.

  They were a prime example of what was wrong with the world today, authority figures seeking out the seemingly weak as prey. Nothing new. She’d been dealing with the sick desires of small-minded men for a very long time. She couldn’t help but shiver with disgust and loathing, an involuntary reaction to something so unpleasant.

  Glancing at the handsome boy, she immediately noticed the severe contrast between the foul detectives and the purity of spirit evidenced in the colors of his aura. By comparison he appeared a saint, worthy of canonization in his child-like innocence.

  His overt infatuation and simplicity called to her. She wished she’d followed her in
itial impulse to ignore the detectives when they stopped their car. She should have focused on this adorable young man who was so taken with her. As she watched the colors of his aura shift, she perceived his indignant response to the detectives man-handling her. A window of opportunity opened up.

  * * * *

  Aaron burned, outraged at the audacity of the grotesque, bulldog of a man assaulting the blonde goddess. An involuntary cry tore from his throat, “Hey! Leave her alone! Get your hands off her!” He couldn’t believe either of these crude creatures would dare grab this beautiful vision of perfection who spoke in an intoxicating stream of French obscenities.

  “T’as une tête à faire soutier les plaques d’égouts!” She blasted Bulldog. Aaron recalled just enough French to know she’d told him his face could blow off manhole covers. “Cessez de me cracher dessus pendant que vous par lez” Wiping her face, she eloquently expressed her disgust that Bulldog was spitting on her as he spoke.

  Never ceasing her tirade of lovely French filth, the blonde struck in a blur. In one swift move, she broke Bulldog’s hold on her and clawed his face. A trail of bloody slash marks opened across his left cheek. Then she snapped back in a pivot and her fist smashed through the other cop’s nose with a gratifying crunch. His head flopped backwards and a splat of blood flew through the air. She pivoted again to face Bulldog, a Taser in hand. She had magically snatched the weapon from the other cop after breaking his nose.

  The violence unfolded before Aaron like a Jet Li film––unnaturally fast, yet powerful and captivating. The woman moved in a blur with superhuman velocity. By comparison to her whip-like actions, the cops creeped along in slow motion.

  Aaron’s jaw dropped, he could hardly accept these bizarre events for reality. The shimmery, cocktail-dressed wonder woman fired her stolen Taser, preventing Bulldog from shooting her with the pistol in his hand. Bulldog’s gun moved upward in a sweeping arc as the Taser jolted through him.

  Aaron’s dream state shattered along with his heretofore unremarkable life when the Taser struck Bulldog at precisely the moment his pistol aligned with Aaron. The electric shock began a domino effect and Bulldog’s body clenched––including his trigger finger. The sharp crack of gunfire blasted a slug through Aaron’s chest, hammering him to the ground with the impact.