Touched by a Vampire: Eternally Yours Book One
Author: Sophie Slade
Genre: Erotic Paranormal romance
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Dr. Leila Reynolds is working her shift at Southside Medical Hospital in Las Vegas, Nevada, when she meets a mysterious man, Lance Steel. Although Leila is a married woman, she is enticed by this bold Renaissance man. Lance seduces her, surprising her with the most erotic weekend of her life … with a vampire. She convinces herself that it was just an affair, but she can’t get Lance—or the time they shared—out of her mind.
As owner of the Caprice Casino and the exclusive Club Moroii, Lance has more money and heartbreaking good looks than any one man deserves. He soon introduces her to an underground world that she never knew existed, fraught with sex, booze, blood … and danger.
When Leila’s life crumbles around her, Lance is there to pick up the pieces … but her connection with him has a price. Can Leila leave the past behind and become eternally his, allowing her heart—as well as her body—to be touched by a vampire?
I picked up my fork and cut a piece of my steak. I was suddenly so hungry that I could have just picked it up and eaten it with my bare hands if Lance hadn’t been there. I laughed at the thought.
Lance didn’t touch his steak, but leaned back and gave me a sly grin. “How do you like to be fucked?”
My mouth fell open and I almost choked on my steak, shocked by his question as I leaned back a bit. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, please forgive me.” He leaned in a bit closer and my heart stopped, then he looked at me through his eyelashes and said in a low voice, “Perhaps you didn’t hear me correctly. How, my dear, do you like to be fucked?”
I took a breath, not sure if I should be having this conversation with this handsome stranger.
Then, his green eyes flared, expecting an answer.
“Well, I like to be taken by surprise, but my husband …”
“I didn’t ask you about him,” he interrupted, taking my hand. “Do you like it hard and fast, or nice and slow.”
“Okay, I think this conversation has gone on long enough …” I said. I was a married woman, after all, but there hadn’t been any spontaneity in our relationship for years. We hardly made love and it was never hot and nasty anymore. We made love occasionally, but never fucked. I started to get hot and wet between my thighs just having this conversation, let alone do anything with this man. I pushed my chair back to leave, but part of me wanted to stay.
“Don’t leave yet,” he begged in a firm voice, taking my hand. It was so different from when Mr. O’Malley had taken my hand in the examining room … or my husband, for that matter. “You haven’t finished your meal and I have more questions to ask.”
“Like what?” I asked, mesmerized by his emerald green eyes as I slid back into my seat and cut another piece of my steak.
“Like … you haven’t answered my question yet,” he responded, then added, matter of fact, “Please, forgive my directness. I don’t get out much.”
“Do you ask this of all the ladies?” I asked, anticipating his answer as my heart beat erratically within my chest. This was the hottest conversation I’d had in my life.
“No, only the ones that I want to bed,” he answered directly, taking a sip of his coffee as if this was the most normal conversation in the world.
“Oh, I see,” I said for lack of anything better to say. “And is that a lot?”
“Of fucks?” he asked directly.
“Of ladies,” I amended, “and fucks, too.” Heat rose within my body, hot over this conversation.
“Not as many as you may think, considering. It’s been a while. Usually, I just take them out for dinner,” he said with a sly smile. Then, he leaned in to whisper, looking directly into my blue eyes. “But I want to fuck you, my dear.”
“Not just take me out for dinner?” I asked for lack of anything better to say, trying unsuccessfully to hide my shock.
“No.” He thought for a moment, then asked, “What time do you get off work?”
“Anytime,” I replied. My heart raced, not sure why I had just told him that. Something hidden inside me was taking over. “My shift ended hours ago.”
“Well …” he said, tracing lazy circles on the top of my hand. “Why don’t you finish up and I’ll meet you outside. Then, we can discuss things further.”
I wasn’t sure what to say. He had taken me completely by surprise. I had never cheated on my husband before, nor had I ever felt the urge to, but this man made it sound so casual, so natural. “Well, it was nice to meet you, Mr. Steel …”
“Lance,” he replied with a smile. “The name’s Lance Steel.”
“Yes … well …” I stammered, coming back to my senses. I rose to my feet and he did the same, never breaking eye contact. “Thank you for dinner, but I have to get back to work.”
He walked around me, examining me as he inhaled the scent of my hair, then leaned in close to my ear, letting his teeth graze my earlobe. “I’ll be waiting …”
“I’m not so sure about that …”
“What’s the matter?” he asked in a low whisper. “Don’t you want to be made love to?” His fingertips brushed down my neck, onto my shoulders. Then, his hand trailed down my arm and slid across my waist. I gasped as he pulled my back abruptly onto his chest. “By the way … you never answered my question.”
“Hard,” I blurted out, knowing exactly the question to which he was referring. Then, I looked directly into his eyes. “I like to be fucked hard and long.”
“Have you been fucked like that before?” He grinned, kissing my neck gently.
I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, “Not in a while.”
Then, he whispered into my ear, “I’ll be waiting.”
I took a deep breath, waiting for him to say more, but when I opened my eyes, he was gone.
Sophie Slade is the author of Erotic Romance. She started writing TOUCHED BY A VAMPIRE, never intending to publish it. However, her husband read it, loved it, and encouraged her to finish writing the book. Now, this book is the first in the series, ETERNALLY YOURS. Sophie has a Bachelor of Arts in Communications, News Editorial sequence from the University of Tennessee at Martin, with a minor in English. Sophie is a full-time author and resides in Florida with her husband and children.
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