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Fractured (Deep In Your Veins 5)

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She slid her hands under my shirt and up my chest. “I didn’t kick him out. I just strongly suggested that he bugger off and let them live their lives in peace.”

“Just like you strongly suggested after he cheated on Imani that he shouldn’t try to win her back.”

“Well—”

“And just like you strongly suggested to every single one of Butch’s exes that they back off.”

She huffed. “I want to secure the happiness of my squad members. Is that so bloody awful?”

“Not awful.” Smiling, I kissed her. “Your matchmaking skills failed with Paige and Stuart.”

She frowned, appearing offended. “I had no hand in them getting together. I wasn’t surprised when it went wrong; they don’t suit each other at all. Paige needs someone a lot different than him.”

I arched a brow. “And I suppose you know exactly who she needs, don’t you?”

“As it happens, yeah.”

“And I suppose you’re going to meddle, aren’t you?”

“Well it’s fun and it works.”

Giving her my weight, I nipped her lip. “I can think of a better kind of fun.”

Her eyes gleamed. “Yeah? Do tell.”

“It involves your legs hooked over my shoulders, my cock deep inside you, and my teeth in your skin.”

She pursed her lips. “The plan has potential. Is there more?”

“A lot more.” I licked at her throat. “I like sex with Drunk Sam. Drunk Sam lets me do things that Sober Sam refuses to believe ever happened.” Things that always made her blush the next evening. Not a lot made my mate blush.

“Then maybe you should hurry and take advantage of Drunk Sam.”

“Maybe I should.” I kissed her hard, deep, long. Taking my time, eating at her mouth the same way I intended to eat other parts of her. She could still, even after years of being mated, get me hard with just a look. She never ceased to surprise me. She kept me on my toes. And she still meant more to me than anything else. The woman fucking owned me. But since she belonged to me just as much as I belonged to her, I was good with that. “Love you, baby.”

“And I love you. But you’re not naked. This is a problem.”

I chuckled. “I’ll rectify that, shall I? Then I can get inside you and make you scream for me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Must we always have this conversation? I don’t scream.”

Oh, she did. And she was loud. “I’ll enjoy proving you wrong and making you scream my name.” I always did.

“You’re still not naked!”

“I’m shy.”

She growled, “Pain in my arse.”

“By dawn, that’s exactly what you’ll have after I’m done with you.”

A pause. “Just don’t tell Sober Sam about it.”

I laughed. “I really fucking love you.” Then I set about making her scream.



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Here’s an excerpt of the first in the Deep in Your Veins Series, ‘Here Be Sexist Vampires’


CHAPTER ONE


(Sam)


I knew before I even reached the doorstep of the building that someone was in my flat. I knew that they were unfamiliar. I knew that their mood was calm, cool. And I knew that they were a vampire. Like me.

When I reached the top level of the building I found my Sire’s two dull looking vampire guards stood outside my door as usual, seemingly unaware of the vampire inside. I thought about alerting them, but then curiosity came to call. The strange vampire had to be powerful in order to remain off the radar of the guards and yet he, or she, apparently had no interest in concealing their presence from me. Okay, they had me intrigued.

Just as calm and collected as the intruder, I unlocked the door and headed straight for the tiny, outdated kitchen. While rooting through my plastic shopping bag for the carton of milk, I called out, “I don’t have all night so I’d appreciate it if you told me what you want.”

At this point I had established by their scent that they were male, seeing as females tended to smell sweeter. I was also able to tell, going by the fizzing feeling in the flat, that this particular vampire was extremely powerful: a master vampire for sure.

The footsteps behind me were soft, slow, non-threatening. Whatever this vampire wanted, it wasn’t a brawl. “Evening Miss Parker,” he said politely, “I’ve been waiting for you.” It was rare that I heard such a well-spoken voice around this area of London. My neighbours – most of whom were drug addicts, poverty stricken, or criminals – would be more than tempted to try to mug the bloke. Well they would be in for one hell of a surprise if they did.

Milk carton in hand, I finally turned to look him. “So I see.”

As with all vampires, he had incredible sexual appeal, but his allure was even more intense because he was a Keja vampire – something I knew just by the slight tint of amber in his irises. That amber would glow whenever he was angry, thirsty or horny. Luckily enough, they weren’t glowing now. All Keja vampires had hypnotic beauty and females were often called Enchantresses. Why couldn’t I have been a Keja? Instead, I was a Sventé vampire; the dullest of all three breeds.

Three breeds? Well you see, basically, you know how there are varying accounts of vampires? Some humans report us to be terribly aggressive with hulk-like strength, some report us to be entrancingly beautiful and charming, and others believe that we are actually more human-like than the stories say. Well the reason for all the confusion is that there are actually different breeds. Sventés, like me, don’t have hypnotic beauty like Kejas or have super-super-super strength and speed like Pagori vampires, though we are stronger and faster than any human. But our bloodlust isn’t overpowering, which means that we can walk amongst humans without becoming overwhelmed and tempted to cling to someone’s artery.



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