Blurb:
Meant as a prequel to the Sons of Navarus series, Vampire Dreams Revamped is
bigger, longer, and hotter than the original novella. Revisit the world of Brandon, Arden, and Vasilije
and meet new characters too!
A vampire for hundreds of years, Brandon Ridley is
surrounded by others of his kind who enjoy their world to the fullest. Orgies,
debauchery, and sensual delights leave him empty, though. What he wants is that
one woman who will share his life.
Homeless and without any family, Arden Stephens must live on
the streets of mid 19th century London,
never a safe place for a young woman.
One night, as she is running for her life from an attacker, she is
rescued by Brandon
and offered a place in his home as his maid.
Brandon is enchanted by Arden from the moment they meet and yearns to
make her one of his kind.
Nightly, he visits her in her sleep, preparing her for the
night he will finally make her his own.
For Arden,
the wanton dreams she has about her handsome employer seduce her and each day
when she wakes up, she finds herself more drawn to him. But love and desire aren't enough for Brandon to sire her. He must first obtain the approval of his own
sire, an ancient vampire named Vasilije who has thwarted his chance for
happiness before.
But if Brandon
can convince him, he may finally find the love he's been without for centuries.
Excerpt:
Brandon
Ridley stood on the front steps of his sire's eighteenth century home waiting
for the butler to answer. He shuffled his weight back and forth, impatient to
get this evening done and over with. Since the night Vasilije had sired him,
he'd been one of the few of his vampires to be required to stay nearby,
basically at his beck and call at all times. Vasilije called it being one of
his favorites. He called it burdensome on the best of nights.
As
the door opened, an elderly gentleman with a full head of steel grey hair
peered around it and smiled. "Mr. Ridley, sir, it's a pleasure to see you.
The master is expecting you."
Walking
past him, Brandon
smiled in return. "Thank you, Stanton.
How are you this evening?"
He
noted the weary look on his face and wondered what Vasilije's poor butler had
been put through that night. A strait-laced Victorian man, he was for sure an
odd fit with the most hedonistic pleasure seeker Brandon had ever encountered.
"I
am fine, sir. The master is in his parlor with his guests. May I take your
coat?"
Shaking
his head, Brandon
patted the man on the shoulder. "No, I don't plan on staying, Stanton. But thank you
all the same."
"As
you wish, sir."
The
sweet smell of incense and opium hung in the air, and Brandon had to steady himself against the
wood paneled wall outside the parlor as the heady fragrance hit him. It was
going to be one of those nights.
One
step into the room confirmed this. The sounds of some exotic melody floated
softly through the air from an
instrument foreign to Brandon,
mixing with the smoke and erotic smell of sex that permeated the parlor. On the
red velvet sofa near the fireplace, his sire sat as if he held court with half
a dozen naked women and men surrounding him. As he spoke, they hung on every
word. Brandon
didn't recognize any of them and studied each to determine whether they were
vampire or human.
Or
something else. One never knew at Vasilije's.
"Brandon! Come! Sit next
to me."
All
six heads turned to see who had so easily supplanted them, and Brandon saw by the looks on their faces that
they were disappointed. Dressed in his usual proper attire, he looked more like
a solicitor than a reveler at the night's debauchery. As he took his place on
the sofa next to Vasilije, they were dismissed with the mere wave of a hand and
walked away sulking to find their own enjoyment.
"We
started without you," Vasilije said with a grin as he caressed his tongue
over the razor sharp tips of his fangs.
"That's
quite all right. Did I miss anything?"
His
sire arched one eyebrow and leveled a penetrating stare at him. "You'd
miss everything if it weren't for me, Brandon. You'd stay in that dreary house
of yours with those dreary servants and drink your port. You're a vampire, not
some boring widower waiting to die. Why don't you act like it?"
"Hello,
Brandon. It's
so nice to meet you."
When
she spoke, he heard her fear and wondered if she was as jaded as all the other
willing participants at the party. It hadn't occurred to him that as she stood
there naked staring down at him that she wasn't there of her own free will.
"Violet,
don't be frightened. We can just sit here if you'd like."
To
be honest, after sitting in the middle of a room full of vampires fucking, he
wanted much more than to merely sit with her, but the fear he was sure was
present in her voice made him want to take care of her. Vasilije would be
disappointed, to be sure, but he'd get over it.
Without
answering, she pushed him back onto the floor and slid down his body. Her lips
covered his cock and whatever fear he'd thought she'd felt vanished as she took
him into her mouth and sucked gently as her tongue flicked the head. Zings of
pleasure raced through his cock and balls, exciting him even more. Her mouth
made him forget he was surrounded by a dozen or so others and he let himself
go, reveling in the delight of being satisfied by another.
Each
stroke up and down inched him closer to release, and this human woman he'd just
met moments earlier and would probably never see again became the center of his
world for those few minutes she was between his legs. Her tongue worshipped his
cock expertly, taking his body to heights he had forgotten existed in his
loneliness. As his desire raced toward the finish line, she grasped the base of
his cock and milked him as her cunt would have if he were inside her as she
sucked him to that final moment of ecstasy. He pulled her to him, holding the
back of her head, as she took everything he had without a whimper. Exhausted,
but wanting to give something back to the one who'd given him so much, he
pulled her up so her face was level with his and kissed her softly on the lips.
"Thank
you, Violet, for making me forget."
Silently,
she turned her head and moved her hair aside, exposing her neck to him. After
giving him such pleasure, she wanted to give him even more.
"No,
that's not necessary," he said as he gently turned her to face him.
Big
blue eyes stared back at him with a look of hurt in them. "Vasilije said
you would like that. You don't?"
"I
do, but let me give you something."
Violet
put her hand on his chest and shook her head. "No. I'm only allowed to
give you what you need. He was quite clear about that."
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