Biting Holiday Honeymoons
That special night with their master vampires is interrupted by Dracula and Santa Vamp. Biting Christmas—Nixie and Julian slide into a hot-tub honeymoon, but things turn nasty when Santa Vamp and Mrs. Claus show up. Biting Halloween—Elena and Bo's honeymoon in the Dells is derailed when they get run off the road by a vampire. They chase him, only to find out Dracula—the real Dracula—is on the loose. Introduces Glynn Rhys-Jenkins from Biting Oz.
Warning: These titles contain vampires. Fighting, biting, loving vampires. And adult couples trying to have sexy times on their wedding nights. Explicit language. Slang guide included.
Oz Bites
Vampires and sex and flamingos oh my! A Nixie and Julian Story.
Punk musician Nixie Emerson is now married to her master vampire and life is grand. Until the mayor “voluntells” her to assemble a pit orchestra for Oz, Wonderful Oz, a new Broadway-caliber musical. Problem—she has no budget. Add in a vampire turf war and a pregnancy that makes finding the right sexual position a challenge and running from rogue vampires impossible, and she’s getting overwhelmed. As a rebel who thrives on creative solos, she’s getting zilch for solo time. Then someone blabs there’s no pay and her musicians back out. Worse, whoever’s stealing secrets isn’t just stealing Nixie’s.
Warning: Contains wild sex, explicit violence, and a frazzled punk heroine. Or is that explicit sex, wild violence, and a frazzled lawyer vampire? What the heck. There’s sex, swearing, fighting and smiles.
Murder at Chipmunk Lake
Nixie's lost her mojo! A Nixie and Julian Story.
Nixie Emerson, punk rock musician and first-time mom-to-be, has a stalker. Her band Guns and Polkas has gone national after their big stage debut, but the price of fame is the stalker trying to scare her into leaving the band. Her husband, master vampire Julian, whisks Nixie away to the Wisconsin north woods--where they meet the stalker on the pier of their cabin and he again threatens Nixie. Julian punches him out and the couple walks away thinking the problem is over. But when the next evening the stalker is found dead, they find out the trouble is only starting.
Warning: contains a cranky pregnant lady trying to control her swearing, a master vampire appeasing his wife with food and creative sex, murder, mayhem and several arguments over what to name the baby.
Biting Serendipity
Best April Fools joke ever—falling in love. Part of the April Fools For Love collection.
Serendipity “Sera” Braun wears glasses and a bun to teach during the day, but adds a breast-plumping vest and dirndl for her job hoisting beer steins at Nieman’s Bar. The big, leather-vest-and-earringed Viking bouncer? He’s bedsheets waiting to get sweaty, but all he does is scowl at her. She’s trying to keep her geriatric stripper of a granny from breaking a hip, but it’s hard when she keeps getting distracted by that sexy, smoky baritone. Thorvald Thorsson is bitingly lonely—every vampire around him is mating. But his ex-fiancée rejected him as a killjoy (her exact words were he ate rules and s*** misery), so it’s high time Fun Thor comes out to play. No way he’d pair up with the cute but too-serious little schoolmarm who waits tables at the bar. Then they are thrown together in a prank war, and all his potent masculinity is focused on her. He makes her burn to let loose, but how can she and still be responsible for Granny and set a good example?
Warning: A terribly lonely vampire, a conflicted schoolmarm with a caged wild side, nosy roommates and the female version of a bromance, not to mention scorching sex, swearing with the **** filled in, a whole town full of busybodies—and the best April Fools joke ever.
These stories contains material intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion advised.
Excerpt:
"Murder at Chipmunk Lake", part of Biting Love Nibbles.
The fang-plucking action had finally gotten through, and my husband Julian was up for a round of bed bingo.
But between
pregnancy, the stalker, and dealing with my apex-predator hubby, I was
both keyed up and too tired. “I want to, but…well.”
He smiled. “While I am always ready, willing and able, I actually didn’t mean sex. How about a massage?”
Every aching cell in my body jerked to attention. I blinked. “Foot rub?”
“And back rub and thigh rub, plus I’ll massage oil into your belly.”
I put my hand in his. “Baby Jayden would be grateful.”
“We’re not naming
him Jayden.” He drew me to my feet then picked me up and glided with me
into the bedroom. “What kind of name is Jayden? No history to it. Now
John, or William,
or Peter—”
“A potty, a willie and another willie? Uh-uh.”
He sighed as he laid me gently on the bed. “Open your jeans.”
“Don’t you want them off?”
“This is a non-threatening belly rub. But feet first.”
As I fumbled with
the maternity jeans’ fastenings, he pulled off my shoes and socks,
picked up the lotion, pumped a handful, and warmed it with a brisk rub
of hands. Taking
my foot, he worked the lotion into the ball.
I groaned. “I love you.”
“This is to make sure that you keep loving me.”
“This is to make sure I keep functioning.”
“That too.” He
knuckled the sides of my foot, rubbed the heel, then massaged each
individual toe, pulling more ecstatic groans from me.
I managed to get my
pants open but my blood pressure was dropping by the minute and my
fingers were lovely relaxed noodles. “That’s sooo wonderful. Don’t
stop.”
“I value my life, so I wasn’t planning to.” He did the other foot then massaged up my calf.
My tension dropped a level with each circle of his warm, strong fingers.
So by the time he got his hands on my jeans-covered thighs, my fatigue was gone and my tension had turned to something warmer.
I wrestled to my elbows. “How about you help me off with these pants?
He continued to knead muscles, smiling slightly. “In a minute.”
That smile meant
he’d expected my change of heart. I love it when he knows me better than
I know myself. Being six-plus of jaw-dropping gorgeous doesn’t hurt.
“How about
now.”
“As you wish.” With one smooth tug he depantsed and depantied me, and with another, slid off both my smock top and bra.
“Dang, you’re good. Practice?”
“Motivation. My lovely wife.”
“And practice.”
“And motivation to practice on my lovely wife.”
“Okay, you win.” I spread my legs, expecting his agile tongue.
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