My Sexy Saturday #179

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday! Last week was so fun, I'm participating again :)

I'm continuing on with my erotic vampire story from last week. Armani is the vampire that was stalking the human woman, Karlea, at the vampire nightclub. He wasn't the only one stalking her, as it seemed a bunch of frat-like vampires were, too. Armani gives her a choice to leave with him or stay and be ripped apart by the frat boys. She leaves with him but then they are cornered outside by the frat...

"She belongs to me." I said to them.

"Not for long." One of them dared to reply.

They came at me. I knocked five of them to the ground, but where was the sixth. I turned to see him backing Karlea into a wall. She didn't look scared, instead she looked serious and determined. As she took another step back, she hit the wall. The frat boy lunged at her throat but was met with a small stake she pulled out from the bosom of her dress, just under his heart before she went all bad ass on him and punched the stake up into his heart. Damn. The other five quickly got to their feet. I threw three of them off at me at once, smashing them into a concrete wall with hardly any effort. As I went to take on the other two, one perished in front of me with a stake through his heart. Karlea standing on the other side. 

"Thanks." 

"You helped me, just returning the favor I guess." She said, although I could sense the adrenaline coursing through her.

"I see you've done this before." I said as I punched the last remaining frat boy.

"More or less." She smirked, as if for it to be a warning to me.

A little background on this story - I have written about 30k in the original version, titled BloodLust: Armani. Its originally written in third person. But then I had the fun idea to try writing it in Armani's voice, which is what I'm sharing. BloodLust: Armani is the second story in the series, though, the first isn't finished either. I've been writing these for about 5 years now, pretty much writing a paragraph a week because that's all I can give. 

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Thanks for reading! And have a great weekend! 

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs,
~Siren X

Vampire Friday o3.o3.17

Its been a long time, but here I am once again! This is my favorite day of the week.

So, where I last left off 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.

Vaughn

Jake

Karlea awoke to a door bursting open outside of Jake's bedroom. She heard comotion and then the door slammed shut. She heard dishes and glasses crashing to the kitchen floor. 
She quickly climbed out of Jake's bed and quietly tiptoed down the long hallway. She cautiously peered around the corner to see Jake lying on the sofa, his torso covered in blood. She could only slightly see his face. He looked even more pale than he usually was from what she could see. She couldn't see his eyes, but she noticed the dark circles around them, that made him look completely dead. His body shaking, so close to complete and final death. Vaughn yanked a blood bag from the back of the fridge and opened it. He didn't look like he was doing well either, but better than Jake at the moment. He rushed over to Jake's side the best he could.
"You need live blood, not this shit." Vaughn said, as Jake's shaking bloody hand, reached for it slowly. 
Vaughn fell sitting on the floor, "We both do."
Jake sucked down some of the blood before he began to choke on it. He coughed and threw up blood onto the floor. Way more blood than what he just took in. 
"I need to find you a human." Vaughn said, grabbing the rest of the blood bag and drinking it. He threw down the bag when it was empty and waited for it to help with his wounds and his hunger.
"You're in no shape," Jake slowly said with a raspy voice as if he were struggling for air.
"This isn't doing shit." Vaughn said.
"Go heal yourself. Its too late for me. Take care of her."
"You know how I will take care of her, Jake."
"I know. She'll be better off."

Karlea stepped out from the hallway. 
"Karlea." Vaughn said as he stood up. "Its not safe for you."
His eyes were the darkest black as hunger took over. He took one step towards her. 

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Bleeding Hearts & Fangs,
~Siren X

WeWriWa o2.26.17

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

We're just going to continue on from last week. Where we left off, Armani went to get her clothes. And as she shook the image of him naked, wrapped in a sheet, he was standing in front of her...

As much as she was used to being around the undead, this was something that still contained the element of surprise, of course the mess in her head wasn't helping her be on top of her game, either. Karlea jumped, losing her balance and her blanket. She fell into Armani's strong body, her hand landing on his cold, pale, chest for balance. She looked down at the blanket at her feet and then at him, helpless. She made no attempt to take her hand off of his chest or pull away. 
"I can jog your memory of last night and give you a replay." He said smiling, showing his fangs. He brought his lips to her shoulder, brushing them against her skin, sending a spark through her. She wanted to stake the shit out of his heart and rip off that sheet at the same time. She hated him for taking her and bloodbonding her, but he could be so damn sexy. 

I think that gave away some answers, since I haven't bothered to post a blurb about my story.

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Enjoy your Sunday!

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs, ~Siren X

My Sexy Saturday #178

Welcome to my first My Sexy Saturday! :)

Another writer on WeWriWa (Daryl Devore), suggested I check this out, so here we go. Hopefully I am following the rules right. I was going to do just 7 sentences, but I felt in order to make this excerpt sexy, I needed to share more, so 7 paragraphs it is for this time. I'm not going to give any background, other than this is the very beginning of the story. Its a WIP and has been a WIP for years. And its erotic fiction. I don't think it needs much more than that...

I watched her enter the club, alone.

Her hair was red and black, pulled up into a purposefully messy ponytail. Her black sleeveless mini-dress adorned with metal hardware accented her pale tattooed skin that was exposed. Her legs covered with sexy big holed fishnet stockings. Her thick black eye makeup and lipstick, made her skin seem even more pale, but in a way that was beautiful, or at least it was to me because it was so much like my own. All of her facial piercings were the perfect size, where they didn't seem to take over her appearance.

Her beauty lit up the club, was she vampire or human? Security at the door was arguing with her, from her movements and body language, she was familiar with Joe. He made her give over her right hand to stamp it before he let her proceed. I caught a glimpse of her teeth as she thanked him. Her teeth and pale skin said vampire, but the stamp on her hand said "taken human", yet she was definitely alone. Joe had done that to hopefully protect her for whatever reason she felt compelled to enter the club alone.

She walked passed without seeing me in the shadows. I took in her scent as she passed - human, definitely human. Her heart beating loudly in my ears, and her veins becoming the blood flowing through her.

I watched as she walked around. She talked to the bartender, Lillian, and then to Sade, who was running the backrooms. They both seemed to be familiar with her, but not giving her the answer she wanted to hear, given the disappointment on her face. She went over to one of sofa's, looking around before sitting down. She was here to look for someone, hence the "TH" stamp. How stupid of her to walk into this club alone, although her bravery was apparent. The sound of her heartbeat was normal, she wasn't scared to be surrounded by vampires without an escort. She was so dead. But maybe that was exactly what she was looking for. 

I overheard a group of frat-like vampires (yes, unfortunately they exist), who noticed she was alone, too. They talked about what they were going to do to her. It wasn't pretty and reminded me of lions fighting over a fresh kill, that was what her body was going to look like after, pieces of her scattered. She wouldn't perish from blood loss, she'd die from being torn apart.

She looked up in my direction, but still couldn't see me. Her eyes were stunning, although they seemed to be filled with sadness. She was so beautiful. I had to have her. The vision of her screaming beneath me before I drained her to death was overwhelming.

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Enjoy your Saturday!
~Siren X

WeWriWa o2.19.17

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday! 

Thank you for all the great, fun comments last week!
We continue right where we left off last week - I believe the last line was Karlea thinking to herself, how many times they had done it, after she had tried taking a step...

"I don't know how many times we fucked exactly, I lost count at some point, but it was definitely until the sun rose this morning." Armani replied, reading her thoughts. "You wanted to keep going, and I was more than willing, but your human body collapsed, you needed to rest."
Karlea stared at him as he sat up repositioning the sheet, last night still remaining a total blank for her.
"Here, I'll get them for you." Armani said as he got up, wrapping the sheet around him. Karlea noticed all the bloodstains on the sheets, the bottom sheet torn in spots. She watched as Armani padded slowly out of the room. He disappeared and she tried to shake the image of him wrapped in a sheet from her head, he had walked slowly on purpose. As soon as she did, he reappeared in front of her holding her dress, pulling her into him.

I think she may be having some difficulties there. ;) 

Thanks for reading! I actually just re-wrote this scene after the comments last week, because I never really liked what I originally had. And if you comment, I will definitely read & comment on yours!

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I have set a goal to finish writing this damn book by the end of August. I can do this...

I am once again looking to blog more again at this blog and have it completely focused on writing. So with that being said, I am looking for more Blog Hops and writing challenges to join. Definitely will be re-joining Vampire Friday again! On the other side of that, I would like to feature other authors - interviews, cover reveals, releases, guest posts, whatever I can do to help you. I'll done it in the past and it was a lot of fun. Plus I've known some of you online for years now (I can't believe its been that long since I first discovered Six Sentence Sunday! Oh, my!) So, please leave a comment if you are interested or you can email me at: sirenxstar23@gmail.com

Bleeding hearts & Fangs,
~Siren X

WeWriWa o2.12.17

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

This week we continue on from where we left off two weeks ago, where Karlea is looking for her clothes. The first line is Karlea speaking after Armani told her she wasn't going anywhere...

“I know.”
Karlea was trying really hard not to focus on the image of him lying in bed, a sheet covering his lower half while his tattooed chest was exposed with his beautiful looking face. Damn, he could be hot.The dark part of her wanted to remember what happened last night - Armani reading all this.

“I just want my clothes,” Karlea said re-focusing, “where are they?”
“I believe you took them off downstairs.” Armani smiled, as he pointed to the way down, in case she forgot.

Karlea didn't remember, it was all a blur, she was so exhausted. As she went to take a step towards the way Armani was pointing, she realized just how sore she was. How many times did we do it, she thought.

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Bleeding Hearts & Fangs,

~Siren X

WeWriWa o1.28.17

(This is ER/RO/PA/FA - Forgot to put this in my name on the linky list.)

It has been way too long since I last participated in this! I signed up last minute yesterday because I have been writing a lot lately, between three different stories that I have been writing for years. I had a difficult time picking which one I should share from today. 

And the winner is... of course BloodLust: Armani :)

For those readers that remember the story, I'm just going to continue where I last left off. For those who don't, Karlea is a human who was taken against her will by vampire Armani. He had forced her to drink large quantities of his blood, bloodbonding her to him. She was high on his blood the night before and had slept with Armani. This takes place right after she wakes up. This isn't the first time she has dealt with vampires. She was dating one in the past that had broken it off with her right before Armani took her captive.

Karlea lept up, taking the blanket with her to cover her nakedness. Armani, wrapped in a sheet, opened his eyes. Karlea tried to speak first, but failed; she was tired, cold, scared, and definitely angry. The euphoria was gone, leaving her head a jumbled mess.

“Good morning.” Armani smiled, looking at her adoringly and happy, although he knew she was anything but - last night was more incredible than any kill or any woman he had ever been with. He looked at the light coming in from the window, “Afternoon.” “Where are my clothes?” Karlea asked as calmly as she could.
“Why? You’re not going anywhere.” Armani replied, smirking.

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Bleeding Hearts & Fangs,
~Siren X