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by Ashlynn Monroe
As a reader, I have always enjoyed
short stories. It’s so fun to get lost
in a moment, so short stories are a great way to get the satisfaction of
escaping into someone else’s imagination in a short time. The edge series is wonderful. I’ve enjoyed reading these stories and I was
delighted to have one of mine included in the series.
The Vampire’s Plaything is a story of
past lost and love with a side of domination, here’s the blurb…
What would
you do if you found yourself helpless and vulnerable for the most attractive
man you’d ever seen?
Zoe finds herself a naked captive of a vampire and impossible memories of two men surface in her mind. Passion overcomes her as the long suppressed need for these men turned monster’s touch rekindles something from another time inside her, and makes her a willing plaything for these dangerous but sexy creatures.
Zoe finds herself a naked captive of a vampire and impossible memories of two men surface in her mind. Passion overcomes her as the long suppressed need for these men turned monster’s touch rekindles something from another time inside her, and makes her a willing plaything for these dangerous but sexy creatures.
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This was such
a fun story to write. I hope you enjoy
reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
EXCERPT:
He spun her roughly to face the wall. Pushing her against the cold stone,
his hands became gentle, caressing her back. From her shoulders to the flare of
her hips, her skin came alive under his touch. The twisted chains held her arms
higher. She jumped at a sharp, stinging slap on her bare ass. The contact had
been anything but tender.
“I just hurt you. Now are you afraid?”
“No.”
He slapped her again in the same spot. It stung. Zoe whimpered, but the
desperate lust grew hotter.
“Do you believe in second chances?” he whispered, his breath cool on her
ear.
“Everyone deserves one,” she replied.
He made an angry sound. She turned, untwisting her chains. Zoe watched
him step away. His back was to her. She could see the sinew and muscle. His
skin was taut. She longed to run her hands down his body. There was a sorrow in
his posture. He slouched a bit. Zoe imagined the man didn’t let just anyone see
him with his guard down.
“Not everyone,” he muttered, his shoulders slumped.
“Why do I feel like this?” Why did he feel so familiar? She’d never felt
so comfortable naked with another person. He faced her again. A deep frown
marred his features. She ached for him, for the sadness that hung over him like
a cloud heavy with rain. The strange emotions she felt for him, were like
echoes of a past she couldn’t remember.
He faced her again, torment in his expression. Sighing, he opened his
mouth as if to speak, revealing sharp fangs the color of old ivory, but she
wasn’t afraid.
“You are the most dangerous creature on this Earth. I should destroy you.
You could destroy me.” His dark eyes narrowing, he ran the pad of his thumb
down her cheek.
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