When Creatures of the Night Endure an Ancient Curse…

Yes they do. Creatures of the night are hungry and damaged souls, longing to be something they can never be. They desire normalcy and yet are cursed with enduring what they have been forced to become. And they are angry and hungry – a dangerous combination. I’m participating in the Howloween Blog Hop and today’s question to enter into a contest is – if you had to decide what creature of the night to be – what would it be and why? Don’t forget to leave your email address.

I have two pieces and both released by REBEL INK PRESS – I love the concept of an ancient curse and I tend to weave them through out my books. I want my monsters to have a viable reason for what and why they are doing what they are doing. And yes, they murder and slaughter, eat and drink blood and they are terrified of what they’ve become. I have two pieces for you – one were-tiger and one all vampire BUT… they are also m/m with a twist. Of course I would add a twist… The first is my favorite

THE LOST & FORGOTTEN

BLURB

When Katerina Randolph joined Doctors With Dreams, an organization created to provide inexpensive medical attention to cities in need, she was lured immediately to Lafayette, Louisiana. Gaining acceptance with the people, she loved everything about living in a town laced with the old ways of black magic. She found her dreams filled each night with two luscious and very ghostlike men that sated her every sexual fantasy. And the experience was so real and so breathtaking, Katerina questioned her sanity. Rattled by it all, Katerina buried herself in her work until townspeople began turning up slaughtered by a wild animal.  Those left behind predicted that the creatures of the forest had finally come to take their rightful place amidst the ruins of their village.

The Were-tiger, the oldest and most powerful breed created by the Devil, was nearing the time of the Passing. Feeling betrayed, the devil’s son and Prince of their people cursed two men of his kind into the Fade, an eternity of hell. Their only hope? To find the one woman pre-destined to be their mate and make her Queen of their Pride. Gage Trevillian and Lucan Morgan were the lost & forgotten. More ghost than man or beast, their goal was to find Katerina and forever break the curse. Unfortunately, a pact made with the devil put the entire town at risk. Amidst a volley of secrets and lies involving both the humans and tigers, only a select few would survive.

EXCERPT

Lucan Morgan bent slowly and as the breath of her luscious scent filled his nostrils awakening the ugly beast within, he grimaced. As his carnal teeth erupted brutally from the ragged hunger that dragged his soul into the very depths of hell, he shivered. The treacherous need forced a single crimson drop to trickle from the heat of his mouth and down onto the crisp white linen. “Aaarrrgggghhh…” The cry a strangled mixture of longing and need, he eased back and forced the savagery to recede. The violent shaking of the change remained and he closed his eyes wishing for something he would never be again.

“She is?”

“Aye.” Lucan nodded and hissed, the low timbre of his voice dangerously sullen. The visions of the stunning woman were correct.

She whimpered and bit her lip as her fingertips brushed down and across her nipple making it erect and rock hard instantly like a perfectly cut pink diamond, sparkling in the moonlight. Her deft little fingers slid down further past her taunt stomach under the sheet that guarded their view. She moaned as her hand moved up and down, pleasuring herself through the last vestiges of the sultry night. They could smell her luscious scent as her pussy became soaked from her self pleasuring movements.

And Lucan wanted to ravage her entire body in a feast meant for a King.

Or the King’s beast.

     “Mmmm…I grow hungry for her.” Gage flicked his sun kissed hair over his shoulder and turned an icy stare toward Lucan. “Why are we waiting?”

“You have no patience my love.”

Gage Trevillian growled and pressed the back of his shaking hand over his sharp canines. “It’s been far too long.”

Indeed they had waited and hungered and she was their prize.

The slice of moonlight illuminated her sleeping form and both hovered over her, watching. Wanting. She was barely covered by the thin sheet that highlighted her magnificent feminine form as she slept, her breathing relaxed. She was also completely unaware of the haunted presence or the extreme danger she was in. Empowered by the long hibernation and their keening scent, they could sense the burning desire that raced through her body, tormenting her every waking moment. Desperately hungry, both yearned for her tender flesh and her tortured soul. They had searched for her for a very long time, in their minds a lifetime. Finding her, taming her, claiming her as their mate had become the single quest allowed to them. She was well worth the exhausting days, the long horror filled nights. The luscious woman was their only hope. It was a shame they were both very, very dead.

In truth, they were the lost and forgotten.

Lucan gazed down, admiring her lovely features as she murmured, her body bucking slowly, willing the pleasure to continue. He had seen her luscious form and sparkling smile in his dreams for a full year before allowing himself the mere thought of taking her. Finding her had almost finished what Vexar had started. They had watched her for months and he knew she fought being aware of them. He had not been prepared for the battle that had ensued or the loss he felt deeply in his loins. His heart ceased to exist long ago. Somehow he knew better that it was going to be that easy. Glancing at Gage, he understood all the raging emotions that his lover felt. Anxious. Curious. Ravenous.

And Lucan knew exactly what his body craved. There would be no denying what was destined.

“Oh Lucan, she is amazing and so very sensuous. Perfect.”

“Such a shame we can only experience her in a dream state.” His voice filled with contempt, Lucan cursed as he closed his eyes, remembering the days he was a young man, able to love and experience all that life had to offer and he felt the rage building to the point he feared losing all control. God, there were so many lies. Katerina Randolph was the only woman that either were-tiger could be with. She had been destined to belong to the clan since her birth. There were so many reasons why and most he had only learned after reading the sacred scrolls of his people, of his clan. And then the sacred book had been taken from his people. There were times the fade forced the quiet memories of his previous life out of his mind, but he remembered the words he had been required to study when taking on his position. The telling was enough, the signs hinted but to find her was another thing altogether. Their quest had been rivaled and controlled. They were mere puppets to a realm that few understood in the day where their kind was forced into the shadows. She was also going to end their curse and assume her rightful place, only if she agreed.

“That will do you no good. If the passages your spoke of are true. You can’t deny what Katerina is and what she will be. Vexar is truly evil.”

“Vexar could be our King for all eternity. I hesitate to believe in his…generosity.”

“Generosity? Lucan, I understand your concern and the terror that has nearly stolen you away from me but you must push all those thoughts aside. You have given us no choice!”

“I have? What-“

“Yes, you have to try and remember why we must do this. Why we both want to do this. We have to believe. What else is there but death?”

Lucan snarled and clenched his fist. Want? Had the ancients been wrong? Were they simply torturing him as the others in his clan had? He had lost so much in the fight for his people. He certainly didn’t feel like a great protector for he had failed to keep them safe from Vexar. Letting his guard down had allowed the subterfuge. He was truly cursed but not by Vexar. Tasked with finding the book, the search had collided in their previous home but the others were still watching. “Perhaps I cannot deny what she appears to be but seeing her lying here, our supposed salvation does little good if we can’t touch her, if we can’t fully mate with her.”

“You know damn good and well what we must do. I don’t understand your hesitation. Stop this now! Your ferocious behavior will never help what karma has started. Nichoette will eventually sense that you don’t care.” His whisper ragged, he slanted his eyes and glared at Lucan.

“Don’t care?” Gage was right. There was no doubt her sensory perception would pick up their feelings at least eventually. He couldn’t afford to care for her as he did. She could never truly belong to him. “Perhaps.”

Gage arched his spine as the ripple of his muscles raked down the length of his back catching each flicker of his bones. The stance growing feral, he purred and drew closer to her, wanting. Stalking. His look ferocious yet playful as usual, he hovered over the bed, lowering his head to send a cascading shower of breath dancing across Katerina’s skin. “I’ll choose to believe.”

Lucan looked away. What if they were wrong? What if their ancestors had only told a story? What if all the years he was sworn to secrecy was simple blasphemy?

Katerina shivered in her sleep and kicked at the confining sheets, pressing them completely down past the softness of her thighs. A slight whimper escaped her lips as her hand fluttered across her breasts and down to brush across her quivering legs. Goosebumps danced like tiny glistening beads over the heat of her skin as perspiration flecked over her top lip.

Lucan breathed in the scent of her, sultry and filled with a musk of her desire. He watched with his need to feast on her sizzling through his entire body. Gage was the romantic, believing that not only their love would survive their damning state, but also that the woman would restore their very lives, perhaps their souls.

Too bad Lucan knew that there was much more to the curse than finding the woman. The damning knowledge was something he kept from Gage for reasons that chilled him daily.

Gage turned and smiled as the shimmer of his beast visualized, the moonlight casting a long shadow of his true self along the back wall.

Lucan hissed and turned away. Half man and half Were, they both lived in a state of flux, unable to live among the humans. Feared by all that knew of their kind, he and Gage were ostracized and alone. Even their kind had grown terrified of what was happening to members of their clan. The curse was more than anyone could ever imagine. While Vexar was to blame for the creation, the others were strong and had fought bravely. No one knew any longer who was truly to believe. Some said their creator was playing a game as it came close to the time of passing. Yet the clan and the others had been fractionalized and as the time of passing drew close, either both sides would perish or thrive. There was no in between. The weight of his responsibility was killing him.

Gage lowered his head and sliced another long breath across Katerina’s creamy skin. “So beautiful my love and so perfect.” He crawled onto the bed slowly and watched her whimper as she dreamed, as she felt his presence deep in her soul.

Lucan knew what he was thinking easily enough as the lure of her salvation burned deep within the creature that longed to be human again. Gage would be with her first and while he longed to taste her and take her as man and woman, he was forbidden. Lucan feared the blinding rage that had consumed him and he knew in his blackened soul he was lost to the need. He could also harm her easily enough.

“Stop thinking that way. This is what we must do and you know it as well as I do.” He turned his head and nodded, willing Lucan to join him. “Besides, she will feel only the rapture that we give her.”

“Katerina will only remember a fantasy.”

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CRIMSON TIDE

This piece is all vampire but the curse it horrific and what one vampire must face is beyond imagination – Enjoy…

BLURB

On the darkened streets of New Orleans, an underground world of vampires thrives. While they roam freely, living and working among humans who have no knowledge of their kind, there’s a deadly curse ready to destroy the ancient civilization. Armando Chevall and Sebastian Argine are business partners as well as lovers and have lived for centuries. Unfortunately Sebastian is under the influence of the deadly disease and one that will end his life as well as drive him into hell. The only cure? Finding the correct human mate for blood and bonding and a dose of Crimson Tide, a specialized drug developed and held by a madman. Master Vampire Tregan Dumont holds the key to who lives or dies and enjoys the game while feasting on humans. Considered savage by even vampire standards, he uses every tactic to obtain what he craves.

Scarlet Bernard is a tough marketing executive. No time for a man in her life, she’s savvy, highly intelligent and very lonely. Out of town on business, a chance meeting with a handsome stranger fills her with dark fantasies. Succumbing to her hunger, she can’t get him out of her mind, longing for something she can’t understand. When she’s introduced to Armando’s lover, she’s more than intrigued and shared passions ignite. What she couldn’t foresee is how important she is to an underground world until her life is placed in danger.

When Tregan learns of her existence, he’s more than just curious. He’s determined to make her his forever. After all, there’s an ugly secret shared with Armando and Tregan is out to annihilate his previous friend and all that he holds dear. As a battle of wills and power ensues, many in the city will die. Two questions haunt them. Is Scarlet the one and can she survive the ultimate bloodbath called revenge?

EXCERPT

Armando Chevall knew two things on an evening where the full moonlight filled the sky and thoughts burned into the back of his mind. One, he was horny as hell and needed to thrust his aching cock into Sebastian’s tight ass and two, he was absolutely terrified his lover of several hundred years might not survive their lovemaking. At least not in the rough and tumble fashion they’d experienced all these years together, full of unbridled passion. Every heated and frenzied moment they’d shared as a couple flashed across his field of vision in a slow motion effect, causing him to snarl. How their life together had changed.

For centuries they’d been nothing more than animals mating well into the long, sultry nights in front of a blazing fire until the disease began ravaging Sebastian’s body, stealing his remaining human qualities. Sebastian Argine was not just Armando’s lover and his business partner, Sebastian was also Armando’s salvation and his very breath of life could be nothing more than dust within two weeks. The ugly thought was the single reason Armando decided to sell his soul and his body to a man who could only be described as a monster. He exhaled slowly realizing his decision was the pot calling the kettle black.

Being a wealthy vampire in the twenty-first century and living in the heart of one of the sexiest and most dangerous cities in the entire United States certainly had its benefits. Passionate and sometimes earth-shattering sex was certainly on the top of the list. Armando’s cock tingled just thinking about his increasing hunger. Adjusting his aching bulge, he licked his lips and thought about Sebastian’s tongue brushing across his blood engorged tip. God, the man knew how to suck him better than any human ever had. He stroked his cock as he thought about the damning prophecy.

Shaking his head, he gazed at the roaring flames in the oversized stone fireplace and clenched his fist, bringing it to his mouth. Barely one-hundred years before he would never have believed he could stand being this close to a killer, or be prepared to die in order to save a life. Save? There was no saving. They were all doomed into hell. No man wanted this life, not once they understood what they were giving up. Yet the thought that he could savor what he once considered to be the dazzling dance of erotic death fascinated him. Death. He’d thought about the ugly realization way too often these last months. Now there was another horrific killer among his kind that made death seem the better choice. How could he lose the love of his life to something so very damning? He couldn’t help but think about the crimson rush this way, a double entendre. Fire or disease.

Sebastian would burn in the scorching heat of hell one way or the other that would reduce him to ashes or by a disease that threatened not only his sensuous and perfect body but also his eternal life. The life they’d built together these last six hundred years. As he stood watching the mesmerized interest of his partner, his lover, he couldn’t help but be amazed. For some reason Sebastian believed the sizzling flames warmed his body – not just his soul. Refreshing for a man who faced total demise.

Of course that was a fallacy. Warmth was certainly desirable but unattainable. Unless frying in the laps of hell meant warmth. They were both forever frozen in a time capsule. They were never to age and never to feel the cozy kiss of the blazing sunlight on their fair skin again. He hated that aspect of being what he was but there was no turning back. That is unless his body ceased to exist. How he’d loved staring at each beautiful sunrise. Oh, they could maintain for a limited time in the brightness of the day but a lengthened amount of time meant their tissue would damage and possibly never heal. Still, their advanced breeding allowed them to enjoy so many human attributes and an aspect of the daytime bought them protection. He thought about Sebastian and fought a ragged sigh. So painful, the sensations sent shards of blinding light through his retinas. He may not be able to feel the wonders of warmth but he could certainly feel anguish.

Sebastian’s eyes burned into his. They were sensual eyes and yet haunted. The man had lived through too many horrors but for some reason they were begging Armando to take him even before the evening began. How Armando wanted nothing more than to slide his hands down Sebastian’s carved chest to the curve of his slender hips and then to a pair of the longest and sexiest legs he’d ever laid eyes on. He licked his lips imagining taking Sebastian’s thick cock into his mouth, suckling the musky taste. Savoring the first drop of spicy pre-cum as Sebastian shivered above him would be an incredible start. The taste of the man drove him nearly crazy and Armando wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off and take him in front of the fire, licking the length of him as he squeezed his balls until the whimper became a cry.

As Sebastian’s eyes cascaded down the length of Armando’s body and back up to stare longingly into his eyes, Armando shivered. The man knew how to make his blood boil and his cock throb. Now aching, he adjusted the swollen bulge in his pants. Armando closed his eyes as the sensual thought of thrusting his dick deep into his lover’s ass while Sebastian moaned and called out his name was almost enough for him to break his vow of celibacy. God, he could feel the man’s lithe fingers dancing over his chest, to his ass. His lids fluttered open and one very knowing thirsty man tipped his head in acknowledgement.

Armando growled and glanced away, his shaft in near anguish. Sebastian had to heal. He had to live. Damn it, he was going to do everything in his power to allow that to happen.

He turned to watch as Miriam, their assistant, entered the room. Always so formal in her duties even though she had endured their particular proclivities for twelve years. From the moment they’d moved to New Orleans, she’d been with them, never questioning who they were or what they did so late into the night. Midnight excursions will be the death of you both. She would say. He knew she must have some ideas about their business dealings, but she never asked questions. Miriam was without question completely trustworthy, utterly loyal and more than kind to both of them. The attributes were invaluable and not just to every businessman or woman but to his kind in particular.

“Sir, your brandy.” She lowered her eyes as she offered him the first crystal glass of his favorite cocktail. She provided exactly what both of them enjoyed.

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5 Responses to When Creatures of the Night Endure an Ancient Curse…

  1. yganoe says:

    Greta excerpts! I would love to be a vampire.
    Yvette
    yratpatroL@aol.com

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  2. Trix says:

    I think I’d be an angel (who’d be willing to fall, of course).

    vitajex(at)aol(dot)com

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  3. Rush says:

    I’d love to be a Vampire as well. I’m a Night Owl as it is, so why not. Thanks for letting us Hop with you!

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  4. June M. says:

    I would choose to be a vampire. I am already a night person and since they get to live for so long, they would be able to experience so much in their lives.
    June
    manning_J2004 at yahoo dot com

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  5. ceagles20 says:

    I would be a wolf. No other reason except there beautiful and they would at least be free to roam outdoors if I could escape to the wild. 😉

    Chris
    ceagles48218@yahoo.com

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