WeWriWa o5.19.19

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday! 

I'm sharing something new, something I'm slooowly working on. It's tentatively called Blood Wine. That name will probably change. Anyway, this story is about Anton Pierce, a young, handsome, wealthy winery owner and artist – who also happens to be a vampire- who falls for a woman named, Charlotte, at the art museum. He is immediately drawn to her not just for her beauty but because she is so bold and sassy. His true identity must not ever be revealed to her. Together they start a fiery romance laced with dom/sub dynamic. The story alternates between each of their points of view.

Where we last left off, Anton demanded to see his art exhibit before the opening. This picks right up from Anton holding the door open for her...

I mouthed thanks and walked in, he followed behind.

“Your feet really need a rest don’t they?” He mentioned.

“Yeah, these aren’t the most comfortable platform shoes to be in for more than a few hours.” I replied as I continued to clomp through the gallery, these shoes feeling more like bricks. As we walked around the outside of the auditorium, I turned to him.

“No complaining.” I said with attitude before bringing him around the corner.

He held his hands up and shook his head, “I promise.”

I held my hands out in ta-da motion, at the tables holding his bottles of fine wines and then continued walking into the gallery.

Thanks for reading! You can read more amazing authors here and here.

Enjoy your Sunday!

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs, ~Siren X

WeWriWa o5.o5.19

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday! 

I'm sharing something new, something I'm slooowly working on. It's tentatively called Blood Wine. That name will probably change. Anyway, this story is about Anton Pierce, a young, handsome, wealthy winery owner and artist – who also happens to be a vampire- who falls for a woman named, Charlotte, at the art museum. He is immediately drawn to her not just for her beauty but because she is so bold and sassy. His true identity must not ever be revealed to her. Together they start a fiery romance laced with dom/sub dynamic. The story alternates between each of their points of view.

Where we last left off, Anton was about to demand something of Charlotte...

"I must demand that you show me the gallery that my work is in.” He said with a smile.

“You haven’t seen the gallery yet?!” I said, surprised that Jonathan hadn’t have shown him as soon as he walked in.

Mr. Pierce shook his head.

I grabbed my phone and looked at the time.

“Okay, we have about ten minutes before the guests arrive.”

I opened the door to the main gallery, holding it open for Mr. Pierce; he reached over my head and grabbed onto the door.

“After you.” He said, holding the door, rather, for me.

What will happen...he might possibly be alone with her? Thanks for reading! You can read more amazing authors here and here.

Enjoy your Sunday!

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs, ~Siren X

WeWriWa o4.o7.19

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday! 

I'm sharing something new, something I'm slooowly working on. It's tentatively called Blood Wine. That name will probably change. Anyway, this story is about Anton Pierce, a young, handsome, wealthy winery owner and artist – who also happens to be a vampire- who falls for a woman named, Charlotte, at the art museum. He is immediately drawn to her not just for her beauty but because she is so bold and sassy. His true identity must not ever be revealed to her. Together they start a fiery romance laced with dom/sub dynamic. The story alternates between each of their points of view.

Here is another snippet continued on after Anton walked away from Charlotte at the museum...
(Creative punctuation definitely used)

I busied myself with organizing for the morning shift, trying to put the handsome Mr. Pierce out of my mind. As I worked, I couldn’t help but look up every few minutes to see what Mr. Pierce was up to. I finished organizing and went to look up, only Mr. Pierce was standing in front of the desk; I jumped back, a little startled.

“I apologize, I did not mean to frighten you.”

“It’s okay. You’re so quiet though, but I wasn’t paying attention either.”

“I didn’t want to disturb whatever you were doing, you looked a bit lost in thought.”

“I was just organizing for tomorrow morning.” I said, although it took longer for me to organize simply because I was lost in thought...about him. “Well, I need to be demanding at the moment."

Oooo what will he demand? Thanks for reading! You can read more amazing authors here and here.

Enjoy your Sunday!

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs, ~Siren X

WeWriWa o3.24.19

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday! 

I'm sharing something new, something I'm slooowly working on. It's tentatively called Blood Wine. That name will probably change. Anyway, this story is about Anton Pierce, a young, handsome, wealthy winery owner and artist – who also happens to be a vampire- who falls for a woman named, Charlotte, at the art museum. He is immediately drawn to her not just for her beauty but because she is so bold and sassy. His true identity must not ever be revealed to her. Together they start a fiery romance laced with dom/sub dynamic. The story alternates between each of their points of view.

Here is another snippet continued on from last week after Anton's response to Charlotte...
(Creative punctuation definitely used)

“Perfect,” I smiled, “now enough of my unprofessionalism...I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, I deal with boring by the book professionals every single day, its nice to meet someone with sense of humor and attitude.”

Jonathan once again, called Mr. Pierce’s name. He acknowledged Jonathan and turned back to me.

“If you would excuse me, Miss Charlotte.” He reached for my hand, “It was a pleasure to meet you.”

He gently kissed the back of my hand.

“Likewise, Mr. Pierce.” I smiled.

“Anton.” He said, staring at me before walking off.

Thanks for reading! You can read more amazing authors here and here.

Enjoy your Sunday!

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs, ~Siren X

WeWriWa o3.17.19

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday! 

I'm sharing something new, something I'm slooowly working on. It's tentatively called Blood Wine. That name will probably change. Anyway, this story is about Anton Pierce, a young, handsome, wealthy winery owner and artist – who also happens to be a vampire- who falls for a woman named, Charlotte, at the art museum. He is immediately drawn to her not just for her beauty but because she is so bold and sassy. His true identity must not ever be revealed to her. Together they start a fiery romance laced with dom/sub dynamic. The story alternates between each of their points of view.

This snippet continues on from last week with Anton's response to Charlotte...

Mr. Pierce cocked an eyebrow. “Well, I do apologize Miss Charlotte, that I had to request a later than usual reception, my schedule can get a bit crazy sometimes.”

His accent really slipped through when he said my name and the way he had said Miss, I trying my best not to melt.

“Please don’t apologize, it’s really not your fault. I apologize for my attitude, it’s just...me. Please let me know if there is anything you need or anything I can get you, I’ll be stuck to that desk most of the night.”

“Well, I can be very demanding when I want to be. But I assure you I don’t need much, I’m not like most artists who will complain that everything is wrong.”

I wasn’t sure if he was referring to his wine business dealings or something else. I honestly had hoped he meant it in other ways; stop thinking dirty thoughts, I told myself.

Thanks for reading! You can read more amazing authors here and here.

Enjoy your Sunday!

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs, ~Siren X

WeWriWa o3.1o.19

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday! 

I'm sharing something new, something I'm slooowly working on. It's tentatively called Blood Wine. That name will probably change. Anyway, this story is about Anton Pierce, a young, handsome, wealthy winery owner and artist – who also happens to be a vampire- who falls for a woman named, Charlotte, at the art museum. He is immediately drawn to her not just for her beauty but because she is so bold and sassy. His true identity must not ever be revealed to her. Together they start a fiery romance laced with dom/sub dynamic. The story alternates between each of their points of view.

This week's snippet skips a little ahead from last week, where Charlotte introduces herself. 

“Hi, Mr. Pierce,” I smiled, “I’m Charlotte.” I must have sounded like a robot with a pre-recorded message, giving him a standard intro that everyone was giving him, but I was trying to act professional.
He smiled, shaking my hand. I felt bad, my hands were always so damn cold, but his was just as cold, probably from having just been outside.

“Please, no Mr. Pierce, call me Anton.” He said. I noticed he had a very slight accent, not American.

“Okay.” I replied, what came next out of my mouth wasn’t even embarrassing, since it came out so natural and with my attitude, as if it were a warning to him. “Well, I’m your personal servant...slave...assistant tonight.”

“Sorry.” I added, sorry but not.

Thanks for reading! Due to work being crazy, I did not get a chance to read snippets. You can read more amazing authors here and here.

Enjoy your Sunday!

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs, ~Siren X

WeWriWa o3.o3.19

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday! I'm kind of back, here and there. I hope everyone is well and I have missed you guys!

I'm sharing something new, something I'm slooowly working on. It's tentatively called Blood Wine. That name will probably change. Anyway, this story is about Anton Pierce, a young, handsome, wealthy winery owner and artist – who also happens to be a vampire- who falls for a woman named, Charlotte, at the art museum. He is immediately drawn to her not just for her beauty but because she is so bold and sassy. His true identity must not ever be revealed to her. Together they start a fiery romance laced with dom/sub dynamic. The story alternates between each of their points of view.

This is at the beginning of the story where Charlotte sees Anton for the first time. Charlotte is the Admissions Desk Representative and the art museum is holding an artist reception for Anton. She is at her desk with Dana, a co-worker...

She asked to borrow a pen to write something down, as she wrote, I happened to look up and a see a man walk through the front entrance. He was tall, nicely built, with dark hair that was styled longish past his ear on one side and short on the other; he had wide steel plug earrings in both ears. He was dressed all in black; black suit styled pants, black shirt, and a black suit jacket, all with a gothic flare. The kind of clothing I was usually into...damn.

“That’s Anton Pierce?” I asked.

Dana looked up. “Yup.” She said nonchalantly and went back to writing, not impressed by him. He looked in my direction and slightly smiled before Jonathan ran up to him to give him details about the night.

Thanks for reading! Some of you might have read some of this before as I was sharing snippets on the MidWeek Tease blog hop. And since I have my kiddos today, I will read & comment on Wednesday or Thursday.

You can read more amazing authors here and here.

Enjoy your Sunday!

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs,
~Siren X

#ThursThreads Flash Fiction posted on a Saturday

This week's prompt was "Are you alright?"

Here it goes...

Get your confidence together, I told myself as he continued to look at me, stealing glances as patrons continued to talk to him in the foyer of the museum. He had done the same during his artist's talk in the auditorium, his haunting ice blue eyes looking up, right at me. I tried hard to be lost into his talk and not into his eyes. 

Unless I was just crazy, thinking he was staring at me. Why would a renowned artist, like him, be interested in such an outcast like me? I was losing focus on why I was here - to tell him I was interested in being his sex slave...I mean his studio assistant. Great, now I'm thinking dirty submissive thoughts. I can never leave my work at home. Damn my roommates for convincing me this was a good idea. 

I walked down the stairs and through the cascade of beautiful water fountains, straightening my tight black pencil dress and trying to be confident. As I walked up the stairs at the opposite end, my foot caught the edge, tripping me, my legs bound in this damn dress, making it impossible to walk like a normal human being. I fell into two strong arms that lifted me back upright.

"Are you alright?" He asked. 

I shook my head, unable to speak, mesmerized by his eyes. 

"Meet me in the basement studio in five, Hannah." He whispered. 

He smiled as he walked away, showing a hint of fang...

Vampire Friday 03.31.17

Welcome to Vampire Friday!

Where we last left off Karlea let Jake drink from her to heal his wounds, but after she was healing from the blood loss, her heart became weak. She almost died, but Jake was able to heal her with his vampire blood. She awakens, healed and still human. Jake wasn't happy that she risked her life to heal him. She tried to leave Jake's apartment, but he won't let her go...

Karlea tried to pull away, but Jake wouldn't let go. 
"Vampires are after you, they won't just drain you and kill you, they will torture you first. When they stabbed you the other night that was just the beginning, they wouldn't have let you just die, not without playing first. Its in our nature. They knew I was there, so they let that be a warning to you."
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do. If its between them and you, I would much rather you just kill me, but you don't want me to die and you don't want to make me like you. And I don't want to see what I saw the other night - you almost failing to exist because of me. I don't know what what my options are, other than to walk out there and face this thing and let the problem be solved." She paused, her head swimming, "Please let me go."
 "I can't." Jake responded. 
"Why? You're a vampire, me dying, shouldn't be anything for you."
"It is for me."
"Why?"
"I've been alive almost 600 years, I've never found anyone like you. I'm not about to let you go so easily."
Karlea stared at him, unsure what to say. Jake pulled her gently back into him, leaning his head onto hers.
"Thank you for saving my existence." Jake whispered.
"Always." Slipped out of her mouth as if she didn't have to give it a second thought. Her own answer surprising her, her heart answering, not her head.
Jake looked at her and smiled, although part of him wanted to keep telling her how dangerous her answer was and how it was another case of a human being charmed by a vampire. She slightly smiled back, her nervousness over what this meant slightly showing. Jake caressed her cheek with his cold hand, a spark resonating between them. Jake threw out his irrational thought and did the rational thing, and planted his lips on hers. She fell into the kiss wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers finding their way through his hair at the base of his neck. Her body pressing against his, intensifying the kiss between them. Jake's want for her taking over. He pulled away to kiss her neck gently. Her head tipped back giving him better exposure. He caressed her soft skin with his tongue to her jugular. He could feel the blood flowing through her vein, it called to him and he wanted more of her sweet taste. He brought his lips down and sucked on her neck without breaking the skin, causing her to dig her nails into him. He wanted her blood but at that moment he wanted something more.
He pulled away and looked at her. "I want more than just your blood."

Thanks for reading! You can read more great authors here:
Linda Hamonou

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs,
~Siren X

Vampire Friday o3.24.17

Welcome to Vampire Friday!

Where we last left off Karlea offered Jake and Vaughn her blood to heal them from their injuries. They both managed to stop drinking from her before she died. Jake took it upon himself to take care of her while she was recovering from the blood loss. She woke up but was still very weak. She asked Jake if he and Vaughn were all healed before passing out in Jake's arms...

Jake stared at the human in his arms. She had strained herself to ask if he and Vaughn were okay; humans shouldn't care if they survived being the monsters that he and Vaughn were, but this girl was different. 
She moaned in her sleep, snapping Jake out of his thoughts, as her heart began to tank - beating slower and slower.
"Shit." Jake said, as he held her, he needed to hurry. 
He bit his wrist and dripped his blood into her mouth, hoping that at that exact moment her heart wouldn't stop, or else she wouldn't be waking up human. 
He listened to her heartbeat slowly increase as he was relieved that she didn't die when his blood hit her tongue - her waking up as a vampire wouldn't go very well. Not so soon anyway and under these circumstances. Although, when was a human ever turned vampire under good circumstances, Jake knew it rarely happened. And this was a perfect bad situation for it to happen.
He placed her back in his bed. She stirred as he covered her and then fell back into sleep, her heart staying steady. 

Many hours later, Karlea opened her eyes. She squinted at the clock and then at the drapery on the balcony doors, she could see the daylight peeking though a tiny section of the drapery that hadn't been closed right. She looked across the room and saw Jake sitting in a chair, his laptop, closed, on a coffee table next to him.
"Hey." She said.
"Hey." Jake replied, as she sat up. She looked next to her to find the rest of Jake's big bed untouched.
"Did you sleep? I mean, I didn't mean to put you out of your bed."
Jake smiled and laughed slightly, "Sleep isn't a requirement. I mean I could, but I don't have to."
"Right." She answered. "So, you've been sitting in a chair watching me sleep? How long have I been out?"
"Almost, two days. And I've been keeping a watchful eye on you to make sure your heart didn't give out...again. It already did once yesterday. You almost died. I had to give you my blood to heal you."
Jake sat next to her on the bed. "If your heart had stopped in the moment I gave you my blood, you wouldn't have woken up human. You don't want to be what I am."
A wave of anger came over him, "What you did was extremely dangerous and usually deadly."
"I knew you and Vaughn wouldn't kill me." She replied. 
"I'm a vampire, you can't trust me. If you die in my arms, I don't want to have to make that decision of whether you stay dead or if I get selfish and make you like me. You really don't want this."
Karlea jumped off of the bed, "I should...I should go."
"Its not safe for you out there." 
"Its not safe for me in here. Just don't worry about me, I'll be okay. Sorry for all the trouble you got in because of me."
She headed towards the door. Jake used his speed to grab unto her and pull her into him, forcefully, making her gasp.
"I'm sorry," Jake spoke softly, "I just don't want this to be your fate. Not yet, hopefully not ever --"
"Look, I get it," Karlea interrupted, "You just met me and ended up coming to my rescue. You don't have to try to protect me. I'm just going to survive day by day, like I've always done. And if its really as dangerous for me out there as you say, then it should all be over rather quickly." 

Thanks for reading! You can read more authors below:
Linda Hamonou

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs,
~Siren X

My Sexy Saturday #181

Welcome to another edition of my Sexy Saturday! The theme for this week is Sexy Saves the Day. 

Two weeks ago, I shared a snippet from my vampire novel, BloodLust: Armani, written in Armani's P.O.V. I believe the scene I shared was right after this one, where Armani & Karlea fight off the frat vampires, together. This scene is what led to that fight...Armani saving the day. Armani is a pretty sexy vamp despite it all...
(Side note: a very minor character named Joe is mentioned, he's just the guy working the door of the club)

I looked up as I overheard the group of frat boys ready to make their move with me there, as they planned to take me out to get to her. There was no doubt I could take them all, my years and bloodline was way stronger than all of them put together. Usually I am more than happy for a fight, however, I was afraid of the scene this would cause, creating a distraction for Karlea to get away or for Joe to possibly protect her.

"It would be best if you left with me right now." I said,  my eyes looking behind her to the frat boys. She caught my drift and slightly looked behind her without them seeing. I could see her thinking as she looked at me - frat boys or me. At least, I was only one and more her type than a bunch of rowdy frat boys.

"Fuck." She cursed.

I held onto her hand as I stood up, pulling her up with me. She pulled her hand away as she stood looking at me.

"We need to make this quick. They are after you." I said as I held out my hand.
She looked back at the frat boys and then at me, still unsure.

"Do something crazy and take a chance." I said.
I leaned in close to her. "You know you want to." I said quietly.

She looked quickly back at the frat boys and then placed her hand in mine. I lifted her up so I could get her outside with my speed. She weighed nothing. I stopped a short distance from the club, it had gotten windy, and I could tell she was cold, shivering in my arms, I intended on giving her my suit jacket. 

Thanks for reading! You can read more great authors here!

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs,
~Siren X

My Sexy Saturday #180

Hello, welcome to My Sexy Saturday! This week's prompt was Sexy Warrior and I had a hard time picking out an excerpt because there were three different stories I wanted to share, all with sexy warrior women :)

So, I finally decided on a scene from a pirate story I started. It doesn't have a title. The story starts out as the female captain, Caera, is in the middle of having sex with her Firstmate, Jack Night, when she hears a mutiny happening on her ship.

Captain Caera Flynn stepped out onto the deck of the captain's cabin with Jack right behind her, to the chaos of six men trying to take over her ship, The Crimson Lust. She stood there watching, swinging her sword around in a circle, waiting for them to make their way to the deck. Most of the loyal crew looked up at the Captain for instructions if they should let the men through or shut this whole thing down. Caera nodded her head a definite no to Connor. Connor reiterated to the rest of the crew to stand down. The crew stood down, raising their hands in the air, surrendering. The men, led by Buckley, made their way over to the stairs and rushed up them in a group, almost not fitting the width of the stairway, single file would have been much more appropriate. It almost made the Captain's serious look, crack into laughter. Jack took a step forward, in line with Caera, just in case this did get out of hand; he didn't want her to take the frontline all by her lonesome. 

As the men all ascended to the top of the stairs, they pointed their swords into Caera and Jack's faces. Caera didn't budge, she just stood there, still swinging her sword. Jack on the other hand, raised his eyebrows in how close the tips of the swords were to his face, and took a slight step back. Caera stopped swinging her sword around. She flipped her sword around and held it by the tip, holding the handle out to Buckley, a man of considerably older age than most on the ship. His face dark and wrinkled from all his years in the ocean sun. His white beard and hair braided. He was old enough to be Caera's grandfather, or perhaps her great grandfather.

"Mr. Buckley," She boomed, "the ship is yours."

The crew seemed to gasp and question her decision quietly in unison. Jack stared at her. He took a slight step to be right next her, knocking her elbow and whispering in her ear, "What are you doing?"

Caera just turned and gave Jack the devish smile of hers. She turned back to face the men.
"Do not question my authority, Mr. Night." She said, loudly.

Buckley took the sword from her. "Women do not belong on ships." He said.

"Mr. Buckley, arrr, Captain, " Caera started, "I was born on a ship, I will die on one."

Thanks for reading! The beginning and a little bit more is up on Wattpad if anyone wants more. Its a WIP and not edited at all.

You can find more My Sexy Saturday authors here.

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs,

~Siren X

Vampire Friday o3.1o.17

Welcome to my favorite day of the week! 

I am continuing on with my story BloodLust - the first in the series - I had started from the very beginning of it all, where Karlea met Jake and Vaughn at the club she works at. Later that night, Jake saves Karlea from being killed by a random vampire as she walks home, figuring out Jake (and Vaughn's) secret. Jake walks her home only to find her apartment ransacked. Jake brings her to his apartment for the night and recruits Vaughn to help him go find answers about what kind of trouble Karlea is in. As she waits for them to return, she decides to get some rest after such a long night. She awakens to Jake and Vaughn coming back, badly injured and in need of live human blood. Where we left off last week, she had just walked into the room, and Vaughn warned her it wasn't safe for her to be there.

"I know it's not, but I can heal you." She said.
Her voice was almost drowned out by the sound of her heartbeat for Jake and Vaughn.
Jake rolled off the couch, onto his feet, not as gracefully as he usually was. He could barely stand. He looked like a corpse.
"No! I will not risk taking your life! Vaughn, will. I will not." Jake said, trying to stand between her and Vaughn. He would use whatever he had left in him, to keep her from being killed. Even though, once he perished, Vaughn would just kill her anyway, but it was innate for him to protect her. 
Vaughn smiled, Karlea noticing his fangs for the first time. He took another step forward, Jake putting out his arm in case Vaughn went in to attack, in hopes to catch him before he could reach Karlea. Even now, Vaughn was enjoying keeping his progeny on his toes. 

Karlea looked at them, she stepped slowly towards her messenger bag that was still sitting on the floor from earlier. Vaughn watched her like he was watching prey, as Jake watched both her and Vaughn.
Karlea grabbed her pocket knife she had shoved into the water bottle pocket.
"You helped me, please let me help you." She said. 
She flipped it open and dragged the blade across her skin from her shoulder to the top of her breast. She moaned quietly as she felt the sting of the wound and her blood start to drip down. She dropped the knife.
Jake and Vaughn both jumped back from the sight of her blood, trying to control themselves. The sweet smell of her blood hit both of them. Vaughn was reminded of his taste of her at the club. 
She watched as Jake's eyes turned red. He stood back in between her and Vaughn with both of his arms out again. 
"Karlea..."Jake spoke slowly, his voice strained, his eyes changing to black, losing all self control, "Run. Please, run."
Karlea shook her head and stood there. Vaughn went to attack, but Jake caught him and used whatever strength he had left to shove Vaughn aside. Jake used his speed to appear in front of Karlea. He put his arm around her and pulled her into him as she jumped in surprise. He placed his hand on her cheek as she breathed heavily.
"I'm so sorry." He said, Karlea seeing his fangs for the first time. She wasn't scared, she felt she was finally where she needed to be, right in their world. He licked the blood dripping down her before slamming his fangs into her. Her nails clawed into his arm and he felt her body tense up, but not in pain and fear, in excitement. She didn't struggle or try to pull away, she just let him take what he wanted. 
He was finally getting that taste he had been denying himself all night. Her blood was sweeter than he even imagined it. Sweeter than what Vaughn had described. Which meant this could get addictive if she actually lived through this. He tried to remind himself that every sip towards healing was a sip away from her life.
Vaughn stood back and watched, elated that his progeny finally had the balls to drink from her. Jake's severe wounds already healing. However, he still needed to heal, too. Karlea opened her eyes and did her best to hold out her wrist to him. Vaughn went over to her, taking her wrist to his mouth. He felt her body tense up as he bit into her wrist. He drank, but it wasn't enough. He pulled away. He pushed her hair away from the side of her neck that wasn't occupied by Jake and bit down. it wouldn't be the first time, he and Jake shared a feeding, although it had been years.

Between the sensations of Jake and Vaughn feeding, and the light headedness, it felt as though there was no ground beneath her feet. With her eyes closed, the darkness began to spin and she didn't have the strength to hold onto Jake for support, her hand slipping off of his body, however they both easily held her up with no effort. She tried to open her eyes to find her way out of the blackness, but couldn't. She was losing herself down in it, eventually being swallowed up.

Thanks for reading! You can read more great authors here:
Linda Hamonou

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs,
~Siren X

WeWriWa / Snippet Sunday o3.o5.17

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

I'm going to continue on, right where we left off last week because the fun isn't over for these two. Where we last left off, Karlea had a bit of a dilemma. ;)

She moved her hand up his chest and wrapped it around the back of his neck, almost holding him to her shoulder. He went to enter his fangs into her. 
"I want to stake your heart so fucking bad." She whispered, stopping him. He pulled away from her shoulder to stare her in the eyes.
"Ah, yes, there is that. But you also want to rip this sheet off of me." Armani replied.
"Stop reading my thoughts!" 

Sorry, I have to stop there. Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment below, I always respond and read yours as well, leaving a comment. :) I'll be making the rounds a bit later than usual, either tonight or tomorrow, only because I have a super busy day with the kids. Once all that gets done, then I can read.

You can read more amazing authors here and here.

Enjoy your Sunday!

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs, ~Siren X