“4.5 Nymphs!...The first release in a new Dark Fantasy/Vampire series. It starts during the bleak and frightening days of the French Revolution and progresses rapidly to present day France...There’s a lot going on in this story...The characters are numerous and the roles they play vary in overall plot importance but they’re all interesting, each with their own distinctive personality twists. The authors did a nice job building these vampires into unique individuals...Emotions run high throughout the book, quickly changing from anger to sex and then to threats of death, all within a short span of pages, keeping the pace fast and action filled. Add in disposing of several bodies, a kidnapping, a group of human religious fanatics and a vampire who believes he’s the second coming of Jesus and you have all the components for an attention grabbing story...Mystical Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews
“5 Angels!...An intriguing and riveting story. Max is a complex and fascinating character...Blue's mysterious and scary past is yet to be fully uncovered and adding his desire for Max sets the scene for intrigue and erotic delights. I for one can't wait for the [next] installment in series.”--Teresa, Fallen Angel Reviews
“...A fascinating blend of past and present, human life and vampire politics...Well written, the characters are unique...”--Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed
“...The writing is smooth and competent...I...recommend it to those readers who are fans of the authors, who enjoy standard vampire stories.”--Val Kovalin, Reviews By Jessewave
...Blue knew that Max was aware of his presence even though his eyes were still closed. “Yes?” Max said without opening his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Blue muttered. “I don’t want to interrupt you. It’s just that I’m hungry, and I don’t know what I should do about that.” He tried to avoid looking at him lying there in the tub, his shoulders and chest gleaming with moisture.
“There is always blood in the refrigerator. You are welcome to that. How hungry are you?”
“Ravenous.”
Max opened his eyes. “Didn’t Galien teach you anything?”
“Afraid not.”
“There are woods here, filled with game. It’s easy to hunt.”
“I don’t consciously remember hunting…even humans.”
“Okay. Come.” He motioned to him with his hand. “I’ll feed you this time, but I will need to take you out soon, teach you.”
“Aw…will it be like before at the hotel?” He looked down at his feet. He remembered the taste of his blood, so rich and satisfying. He hadn’t been hungry for days after. And the intimacy. He remembered the intimacy even more.
Max let his head loll to the side. He was looking at him now. “Just get into the tub with me and I’ll let you feed. Or”—Max turned his head away—“there’s always the blood in the refrigerator, but it’s cold and you’ll have to warm it up in that contraption.”
Blue slowly began to take off his clothes. “The microwave,” he murmured.
“Yes, that thing.”
“Maybe just for a few minutes,” he said, feeling shy all of a sudden.
“It might take a bit longer than a few minutes,” Max drawled.
“I…”
“Just stop talking about it and get in here, okay?”
Blue planted a foot into the tub between Max’s knees. When the other foot lifted over into the tub, Max swiftly pulled him down and around so that Blue was sitting between his thighs, his back pressed against Max’s chest. “Damn, you’re tense, relax your body.” He pulled him back into his arms. “There. That’s better.”
No, it wasn’t better at all. Blue could feel every hard inch of his body and Max’s cock was jutting against his tailbone. Thank God Max had had the mercy to leave his hands on the side of the tub.
“Take what you need,” Max invited.
Blue turned to look at him. His gaze traced the shape of Max’s square jaw, settled on his full lips. Max lifted a hand and with one nail cut a line across his taunt muscular chest. The gash quickly flooded with blood. The richness of the color, the intoxicating smell was too much for Blue to resist. He lowered his mouth to Max’s chest hungrily and licked down the slash with his tongue. Instantly it closed and disappeared. Blue grunted in frustration.
“Don’t lick, drink,” Max told him, remaking the cut a second time. “Do it now.”
Blue placed his lips over the wound again and the thick liquid flowed into his mouth, bringing comfort, and satiation.
The wound began to heal again, but he’d had enough. He raised his blood stained mouth from Max’s chest and aggressively pressed it to Max’s mouth.
Max accepted the assault on his mouth, even widening his legs so Blue could completely turn around to face him. Blue took his face between his hands, kissed Max deeper, stroked his hair, pressed his own swelling cock against Max’s belly...