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WITCHY WOMAN

Vampire Quest – Book One

Erotic Paranormal Romance

Stolen Desire. Book 4 of the Outlawed Realm Series by Tina Donahue

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What's the Book About?

A witch who’s ditched sorcery…a down-on-his-luck vampire…

and one fateful encounter between them that could be pure magic.

Bored with getting whatever she wants whenever she wants it, Wren’s now earning things the mortal way — through hard work… specifically erotic dancing.

As a newly turned vampire, Roman dreads eternity until he chances upon Wren at a Las Vegas strip club during her nightly show.

Desire sparks. Lips meet.

Trouble brews from the vamp who turned Roman, and also from the vile warlock who’s determined to make Wren his…forcing her and Roman to battle dark magic and blood lust to turn a disturbing future into their shared paradise.

As they embark on their Vampire Quest..

Stolen Desire. Book 4 of the Outlawed Realm Series.

Tina shares a perspective from both our hero and heroine.

ROMAN

She raises her face.

I still. The surroundings grow quiet. Colors dim. Only she exists.

Her delicate features seem too ethereal for a witch, better suited for a fae. Her plush lips contradict the notion. They’re made for pleasure.

Something stirs within me. If I were still alive, I’d wager my heart is quickening.

Her gaze remains down.

That won’t do. Look at me.

See me.

Or not.

Giving into my basest vampire urges isn’t wise. And won’t do her any good, either. However, I can’t stop trembling at her presence, scent, and blood.

With one sniff, I can tell anyone’s blood type. How, I don’t know. I’m new at this vampire stuff.

The stripper’s AB positive, the same as me. Nice, except it’s the only blood capable of satisfying my oppressive hunger. Again, I haven’t a clue why I know that, but not even O, the universal donor, can do the trick. A and B have no effect on me either, similar to booze. They’re wasted plasma.

“Hey, babe!” A tiger shifter rushes the stage.

She glances up.

I stare.

Sooty lashes ring her dark-green eyes. The vibrant color complements her creamy complexion. A small mole decorates her right cheek.

Babes like her populated my teenage wet dreams. Being a man now has only stoked my enthusiasm for…

She scans the crowd, her gaze nearing me.

I tense, hoping she won’t look past.

She does.

I droop.

She pauses then glances back and meet my eyes.

Holy… A current similar to an electric shock tears through me. An exceedingly pleasant feeling that warms my insides and curls my toes. I’m not sure if she did something magic to produce what I’m experiencing, or if my feelings are from her natural allure. Either way, it doesn’t matter. I’m so ready for more.

This babe’s gotta be mine—heart, body, and…blood—no matter what it takes.

My vampire side refuses to settle for anything less.

WREN

Easy, cowboy.

I grip his hand, keeping him from tilting my head to expose my neck.

Knowing what he wants, I’m not about to give it to him. Like most men—possibly all—he needs to learn some manners, self-control, and think of others besides himself.

I’m up to the task, liking what I’ve experienced with him so far.

I press my lips to his. They’re softer than I guessed. Warmer, too, considering he’s a vamp. And his scent… Wow. Something fresh, clean, and aquatic. Partly cologne. Mainly him.

Excitement bubbles up. I don’t deny it.

My pussy creams at his bristly cheeks. I like how he holds me. Firmly, like he means business, yet respectfully, too, no longer wanting to suck me dry.

I can live with that. To be honest, I crave it.

Deep down, I must be a hopeless romantic.

His self-control doesn’t hurt matters, while the previous pain and longing in his eyes touches me in ways I understand better than he likely knows. It’s also the reason I suck his tongue into my mouth and rub my ass against his stiffened cock.

Damn, he’s hard.

I tremble at the promise of his dick pleasuring, using, owning me, when I shouldn’t. Behaving like this, especially at work, isn’t my thing. Except, he’s a kindred soul, hating eternity as much as I do.

How could I pass that up?

He dips me to the right and cradles my boob.

Ah. Pleasure rolls through me, awakening need I’ve denied. I surrender all caution to the faint pulse beating within my passage and to my aching clit. It wants more of his kiss.

He angles his head and dips his tongue deeper into my mouth.

Slavishly, I suckle and taste him as much as I can, enjoying his flavor…something mystical and required, like a breath or a heartbeat. Whether that’s the vampire in him, I don’t know or care. His skilled touch proves he hasn’t been a virgin for quite a while. I’m guessing he’s in his late twenties…totally in his prime.

He pulls his mouth free and sucks my earlobe.

It tickles. I giggle.

He gathers me as close as possible, his face in my hair, his muscles tense either from passion, the pain of controlling himself, or both.

Damn, I want to hurt whoever turned him and stole his joy. Deep down, I sense he didn’t have a say in what he became any more than I did being born a witch. By human standards, I’m only twenty-three and already bored shitless with each new, never-ending day in my eternal existence.

Magic’s cool when it’s a fresh experience, mainly during my toddler years. Afterward, every spell’s the same old, same old.

I can conjure any material thing I want, which leaves nothing to strive for. Especially the important stuff…like love. Without breaking a sweat, I can put a spell on a man to adore me, but his devotion won’t be real. I can concoct a potion to fill me with whatever knowledge I want then get a high-powered job I don’t deserve.

Magic isn’t awesome. It’s a fucking curse.

Wow! I bet these two are going to

burn down the book or themselves. Can't wait to find out!