Perhaps I’m just in my vampire mode and when you mix a sexy a copy, a blond Russian male vampire and BDSM then I am hot and bothered! I’m penning the second in the trilogy to Red Fire – Surrender – being released in October from Naughty Nights Press so I thought I’d give you a taste. This is about a human copy who is not only attracted to the thought of lust and immortality because of a sexy Russian vampire but is also waging a war some some brutal criminals who are bent on destroying humanity. Come take a taste of Blue Fire – Domination. Remember it’s not edited but I think you’ll enjoy.


His heart racing Timmy couldn’t see a thing in the ugly darkness. Why the hell did he want to get involved with this fucking bullshit in the first place? Hissing, he stumbled forward and slammed into something sharp. “Fuck!” Slapping his hand over his mouth to keep from screaming he crouched in the shadows to catch his breath and calm his ragged nerves. Stealing a glance down the alley he could swear he heard cars close enough by. If he could only make it to a major street then he would be okay. Maybe. Sucking in his breath he took a step out and glanced back and forth. There was nothing he could make out but then again, monsters didn’t announce themselves. The ridiculous though almost brought a smile.

You can do this. You have the courage. Taking a single step out he almost dropped to his knees he was shaking so badly. This wasn’t about courage. This was about getting away from the freaks who were trying to kill him after they fucking used him like the whipping boy he’d become. Panting, Timmy put one foot in front of the other and inched out a step at a time stopping to listen every few inches. They were hunting. He could feel it in his bones. They wanted not only his body but his blood.

He took two more steps and strained to hear anything out of the ordinary. Only the sounds of the city with distant screeching brakes and the rattles and beeps were evident. Then again he wasn’t in the best part of town. Swallowing hard he took two long strides and stopped as the single scarping noise drew his attention. His entire body shaking he turned slowly and peered down the alley. Goddamn it’s fucking dark. Shit! Go! Go! Go! Everything seemed smothering to him and he longed to take back the last few days. If only he could wake up from the nightmare and go home to his warm bed and mangy dog he loved so much. If only he could taste his mother’s lasagna and be forced to go to school. If only he hadn’t met them. Then maybe he’d still have a chance.

Another clang rattled from the very bowels of the back of the group of building. Shivering, Timmy eyed the area one more time before giving himself a mental kick in the butt. He was a long distance runner for God’s sake. He could sprint to the end of the alley and out onto the street in five seconds flat. Yeah. That’s it. Licking his lips he crossed himself and said a silent prayer before taking off running. Too bad he forgot how damaged his body truly was.

Lumbering down the alley, he tripped twice on his own feet before he heard the low chuckle, the dangerous resonance floating across the humid air like a beacon to the Devil himself. Don’t stop. Don’t do it. They only want to scare you. But the truth was he knew better. They wanted to play with him, fuck him and feast. Or at least that’s what the ugly freak kept telling him over and over again as they toyed with his naked body. He shuddered remembering the horrible sexual things they did to him. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes. Wiping them away furiously he pressed on until he heard a second chuckle and this time the even deeper timbre was closer. They were stalking him. Timmy was nothing more than prey.

He willed his body forward with everything he had as sounds of cars going back and forth in the intersection was comforting. Yes. He could do this. He was going to make it. The closer he came to the opening the brighter the lights were and he was almost giddy smelling the car fumes as he tumbled forward, every part of his body aching. Almost there. Almost. You can do it. His heart racing he could almost feel the victory dancing just in front of his eyes.

Garnering the last of his strength and will to live he stumbled out on the sidewalk, nearly blinded from the single streetlight. “Yes!” There was something so incredible about the knowledge he was going to be okay. He was going to make it that he turned around and lifted his middle finger, daring all the fucking freaks to bother him now. As a horn blared in the distance he turned quickly.

Just as he was yanked forcefully into the darkness. “Argh!” Hands were wrapped tightly around his throat. In a complete state of panic Timmy fought and kicked and scratched trying to get free as the utter force of evil wrapped itself around his body. He couldn’t breathe and couldn’t see as his captors howled into the darkness.

“You really think you could get away from us, boy?” Hissing, he leaned over the boy and raked his tongue down the boy’s face.

“He’ll pay and we’ll have such fun in the process,” the other whispered, his voice strangled by rage.

The boy shivered and shook. He’d never heard the men call each other by name and in truth had never seen their faces. Always shrouded by clothes or masks he knew they weren’t the only ones involved but they were the ones in charge. And the two he feared they most. They had prodded and fucked every part of his body and in turn he’d been forced to please so many. He Somehow he couldn’t comprehend exactly what he was doing but Timmy did exactly as they asked never questioning after the first round of beatings almost cost him his eye. Shivering, he dropped his head in the submissive stance they’d drilled into his head. “Please. I’ll…be….good!” Barely able to get the words out, he struggled with the strong hands that held him knowing damn well there was no use in fighting. He was toast.

The taller of the two men jerked him around to face the alley. “No more games, little Timmy. It’s time to die.”

The other laughed and licked his lips into the boy’s ear. “Gonna get me one last tasty piece of that ass before you meet your maker. You’ve been quite a tasty treat. Yes, I did love fucking that tight hole of yours.”

“No! Pppplllleeeaaasssseee!” Sobbing freely Timmy kicked out and made contact with his captors but neither cared. They didn’t seem to feel pain. Hell, he knew they weren’t human. They couldn’t be. They were the kind of monsters that kept him awake at night. He opened and closed his eyes remembering the little song he used to say over and over again in the middle of the night when the boogeyman came to see him. Hiding in the closet, he never opened the door yet every morning it stood ajar.

“Let’s get this shit over with. This one’s taken so much damn time,” the first one snarled as he jerked open a door.

“But he’s so fucking tasty,” the second one cooed.

“They’re all tasty to you.”

Timmy shivered as he was dragged back into his own private hell.

“Cage or cross?”

“I’m done fucking with him. He’s become a liability.”

Purr babies and make it a wicked day.

Kisses   xxx


About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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  1. I am going to get this trilogy. It looks amazingly hot. I loved the excerpt immensely


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