by Rena Marks
I walked over to him without saying a word and he handed me the envelope. He left as I ripped it open.
My eyes scanned the official-looking document, anger growing as I read. I felt as though I had tunnel vision. I couldn’t believe it. I read it through once more. I concentrated solely on the document.
“Anjelia? My sweet?” I was dimly aware of the voice in front of me.
“Julian,” I said, startled by how I’d been totally unaware of his presence.
“What is wrong?” he asked. “Leo called me a few minutes ago. He felt something in you. Intense emotions.”
I must have accidentally mind-connected with Leo. I was so upset with the letter, I wasn’t even aware of it.
“They’ve terminated my position with city council. I have a ninety-day notice. They don’t give a reason but we know why.”
I’d been too cozy with the vampires of the world.
“How can they do that?”
“By terminating the appointment and returning it to an elected position. They simply want a vote to shut down Bang's.”
“So you have only to run for election?”
Well, when he put it that way, it seemed so easy.
“Yes. I only have to run for election.” I smiled, albeit a bit grimly.
“Anjelia, phone’s for you.” Gigi called from the back of the gym.
She must have slipped back in.
“Leo,” I said, while I looked at Julian.
He nodded.
I picked up the phone. “Hello.”
“Anjelia? Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m sorry about the mind meld. I didn’t mean to. I was upset.”
“Over what?”
I sighed. “I’ve been kicked off the city council.”
Leo was as outraged as Julian. “They can’t do that. You’re the best council member there. You’re the only one who doesn’t roll over and play dead.”
“Actually, playing dead is what had them terminate me. Or playing with the undead, I guess you could say.”
Julian took a seat in my chair while I stood. He leaned forward and nibbled the skin at my exposed belly. His tongue lightly traced circles around my bellybutton ring and then he rose and began nuzzling my neck.
“I can hardly wait to see you,” Leo said.
“I know. It won’t be long, then you’ll have me for two weeks.”
“But it doesn’t change that I miss you. I miss you in my bed, in my room when I get home late at night.”
“I know. I love you, Leo.”
There was silence. He was probably choked up that I’d said it first—and in front of Julian.
“I love you, my queen. Two more weeks, then?”
“Yes, sweetie. Dream of me.”
“Always, my love.”
We disconnected, and I wrapped my arms around Julian’s neck.
He lowered his lips to my throat, and I welcomed the sharp, familiar pain as he bit.
Remembered Kisses
Book 2 in the Supernatural Sharing Series.
Anjelia Romere's saga continues with Remembered Kisses as she struggles to find balance in her life.
For two weeks, she's the vampire mistress. For the remaining two weeks, she's the wolf queen.
Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be any room left for her humanity. So when a vampire's witch powers accidentally get inserted into the mix, her soul is controlled by evil.
Just in time for Julian's sire to visit.
Whispered Kisses
Book 3 in the Supernatural Sharing Series.
Anjelia Romere finds secrets aren't always best left unsaid.
To hide her pregnancy, she's shipped to France when the vampires claim Nico's kingdom. Secrets begin to unravel once the vampires arrive in France.
Her child is a wonderment, and other species are curious as to how the breeding between three parents could have possibly occurred.
Especially curious is a visiting werewolf from Spain. Little does anyone know, he has in captivity another mixed breed. Unfortunately, the man in captivity is dying while her son is perfectly healthy.
The Spanish werewolves want to know why, and nothing will stop them from finding out.
Kiss Me Before I Die
Vampires are not mythological evil creatures. We are the product of evolution. A changing world with less food and global warming.
Not the enemy to slay.
We are the enemy you have no choice but to become…for the rest of the world dies.
The writing on the bathroom stall sent a shiver down my spine. Not just any club.
Another posh nightclub.
This time in a new city. There was no one to know where I was and no one to know what I had left. Yet it followed me. Who would ever expect the musings of a vampire in the stall of the ladies’ room?
I was showing a lot of leg tonight while dressed in my usual garb of skintight black. I had been fighting the urge to return to the nightlife but it was all I knew. However, I should be safe. As I said, it was a new city.
A new life—in which I’d left my traitorous lover behind.
Yet I couldn’t get far. I’d already danced for a bit and felt hot and uptight when I slipped off to a darkened corner for a reprieve. Alone time, a chance to study the dancing bodies writhing around me. A chance to think about the writing on the bathroom stall and decide whether or not it was safe to stay.
I should have been startled at the rush of cool air behind me. At the very least, surprised, because it had been a year. Somehow I wasn’t. Time melted away, as though it had just been yesterday.
A whisper of sweet breath curled near my ear. “You cannot get away from me, bella. You’ll always be mine.”
“I own myself,” I whispered back. “I’ve refused you already.”
“It’s not that easy. For even now, you can’t deny me.”
His finger trailed down my shoulder, along my bare skin, danced down my arm. Lightly skimming, reminding me of the touch I craved. I breathed deeply as the blaze kindled deep inside.
He was right. Denial was impossible, avoidance was easier. Was it his power or was it something indescribable between us? For now it didn’t matter.
Heat licked against sensitive nerve endings. His palm, open and warm, pressed flat to my abdomen, pulled me back into him. I could feel the fire between us, coiled tightly inside and knew I’d soon beg for his hand to inch its way lower.
His voice, deeper than ever, taunted me with known pleasure. “I could make you come, here and now. No one would ever know.”
Temptation was sinful and it was what I fought hard against. The lure of the vampire. My best weapons were fight and flight.
He was right but I wouldn’t acknowledge it. The burning edge of desire struck me tenfold. It was a drug, an addiction I still fought.
Sometimes, it was one I didn’t want to fight.
Turning my face slightly, I looked into his eyes, then deliberately pulled away.
His smile was sardonic, but he let me go. I wouldn’t be able to suppress the urge for long. The awaited anticipation would make my failure sweeter.
He knew this.
“You run, Afton. But you unknowingly head for my own jurisdictions. There’s a reason. You are mine.”
“No, I’m not,” I said clearly. The bastard was way too cocky. And why shouldn’t he be? Dark hair contrasted with lighter brown eyes against creamy skin. The distinction of his lighter eyes stood out even more when he wore carefree stubble darkening the line of his jaw, appearing dangerous and mysterious. He was tall, broad-shouldered and exuded sex appeal like nobody’s business.
But I belonged to no one and never would. Instead, I sighed. “How did you find me, Ethan?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he whispered and wrapped strong arms around me. For the briefest moment, I leaned into his strength. Felt it envelop me like a cloud of comfort on a cold day.
The need struck even harder now. It was so easy to close my eyes and go with it.
Stop fighting. Give up my independence, my humanity. Everything that made me…me.
I stepped away. “Stop it,” I chided. “Keep your tricks to yourself.”
“Tricks?” he murmured unconvincingly.
“I mean it.”
He knew what I was talking about. He had been imposing his will upon me, a mockery to make me believe I was willing to surrender. I would have fallen for it, if I had not given myself the conscious reminder of fight or flight.
“Play nice or I’ll run again,” I warned. But was his need as great as mine? I allowed him to step close to me, close enough that I smelled the aftershave wafting from his skin. He leaned his lips toward mine, silently begging, yet also daring me to take the chance. It was the tiniest opportunity and I couldn’t resist, for it had been way too long.
I tilted my head back and parted my moistened lips. We touched. And all hell broke loose.
Wants, needs, feelings. Emotions ran rampant throughout my soul, yearnings and cravings of a body that had been too long without. I gasped for sweetened air and his tongue touched mine. It stroked lovingly and yet demanded my full surrender. Only one person could be this loving and challenging all at once.
Ethan.
I felt his hunger, always carefully monitored but now ready to break uncontrollably through. It bubbled to the surface before it was tamped back down when he broke the kiss.
He strung heated kisses along my jaw before returning to my lips. I was too eager to kiss him back. I’d missed this desperately. My reservations were flung to the back burner.
The music blared and the bodies around us quickened, movements becoming jerky, like mindless zombies with limbs partially stuck in the frozen throes of rigor mortis. But only their brains were dead.
Lights flickered off and on.
Our tongues entwined, smoothly touching and dancing, sensuously sliding together, making promises that neither of us could keep.
Tables crashed, noises growing louder as chairs overturned.
Our lips meshed thoroughly, hands roaming each other’s bodies. He gripped my hips, pulling me into him. A shiver of need shot through me.
Yelling ensued all around us, angrily raised voices screaming with frustrated rage.
We broke apart, breathing heavily. Hearts racing. He lowered his forehead to press against mine as he kissed the tip of my nose.
Chaos encircled us. Shattering glass, liquid spilling.
“You’ve upset the balance,” he murmured. “Come with me.”
“Never,” I said gently.
Glass tinkled as a bottle crashed over a person’s skull in the scuffle just a few feet away. The victim collapsed like a tree, leaving the scent of blood behind.
“Foolish,” he murmured and was gone.
As usual, he left me to clean up the mess we’d made.
Born Again
Beauregard Pierson couldn’t seem to stop his heart from jumping. It was Seraphina. Just like the old witch had said, he’d recognize her anywhere. She’d be born every lifetime with that deep red hair, the milk-white creamy complexion perfectly foiled by the penetrating brown eyes.
He had found her. Before Aric. He knew it was her and even though he remembered her with another body, the similarities were there. He looked forward to exploring this body, her scent, her curves. He wanted to know what made her gasp, arch, plead.
And what would send her hurtling over the edge.
Beau set the bags on the table and turned to face her. “Please stay for dinner.”
She seemed stunned into silence for a moment, shocked at the abruptness of his request. Almost as if she didn’t get asked out very often. That was hard to believe—she was just as beautiful now as she had been each time before.
“I have other plans,” she said.
His heart raced, consumed with jealousy, but he forced a smile. Then his expression cleared as he reached out, because he simply couldn’t help himself. His thumb touched gently along the path of her jaw line, curving up to the prominent cheekbones. Lightly he caressed the cream of her skin, feeling the silky softness beneath his finger.
“A rain check?” he asked.
Sara nodded, just once, seeming bemused by his touch on her cheek. He understood exactly. He wanted the touch as much as she.
Her small pink tongue snaked out to wet her lips. Beau watched, mesmerized.
His hand rested on the back of her neck, his thumb still stretched out and stroking along her jaw. Would she run if he pulled her to him? If he gently twined that pink tongue with his?
She hadn’t protested yet. He took that as encouragement and gave a small, gentle tug. She didn’t resist, but stepped closer, briefly unbalanced.
Her hands splayed out, bracing herself against his naked chest. His muscles twitched beneath her fingers, eagerly expecting more. His eyes locked on hers, watching, waiting. Wanting.
He dipped his head and deftly pressed his lips to hers. Sensation exploded. He opened his mouth at the same time she did, as if to gasp for air and their tongues met, rubbing velvety strokes, giving and taking a pleasure so intense it was almost pain.
He groaned at the sweetness of her mouth and she gasped in surprise at his. He tasted…familiar.
Forgotten Kisses
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Rena Marks spends her days fantasizing. Lucky for her, she’s decided to pen those dreams.
Her first love is romance, her second paranormal. Blend the two and you get sensual, erotic stories with a hint of magic!
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