I thought I'd share an excerpt from my latest work in progress tentatively titled, Dance With the Undead. It's the third novel in my Tales From the Vampire Scribe series. This installment of the series centers around the relationship between Oliver Polinski, the counsel general of the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs, and Anaïs Moreau, an ancient vampiress with a well-deserved reputation as a man eater.
Excerpt from Dance With the Undead
Glancing up, Oliver spied the object of his desire;
her red, flowing tresses hung over the edge of the iron railing above him.
Anaïs was dancing with a man; a vampire as evidenced by the blood-curdling glow
of his eyes. He had her luscious curves pinned against the balcony. Her back arched into
the shape of a bow and her hair was draped over the railing’s decorative edge like
a victory flag waving in the air. The sight made Oliver’s blood boil. He could
hear its thunderous roar in his chest. His hands fisted at his sides, the fingernails
digging into his palms.
Without thinking, Oliver leapt up the stairs to the
third level of the nightclub and pushed his way through the hordes of
half-drunk partygoers until he stood staring at the back of the male vampire’s
skull.
Oliver tapped the guy on the shoulder and said,
“Pardon me. Do you mind if I cut in?”
The bloodsucker barely acknowledged his existence.
“Get lost,” he answered, with a slight tilt of his head. However, Oliver wouldn’t be denied. He slid out a stake
from the inside of his coat pocket. Then he shoved his opponent back so he
could look him square in the eye as he pierced the pointed edge of the weapon
into his heart. The man’s eyebrows shot up in surprise once he saw the tip set
against the background of his stark white shirt.
The bastard stepped closer, his red orbs growing
darker until they’d been transformed into a deep, translucent garnet. Fangs
extended, he sneered into Oliver’s ear; the threat came through loud and clear.
Then, a splotch of blood spread across his chest. But before Oliver could press
the stake all the way through, Anaïs stepped between them and knocked the
weapon to the floor.
“Both of you calm down,” she said as she stared back
and forth from one man to the other. Then, she turned to the vampire she’d been
dancing with earlier. “You’ll have to excuse me. It appears that my dance
card’s full for the rest of the night.”
The sly smirk that developed at the corners of
Oliver’s mouth proved priceless, better than if he’d rubbed the vampire’s
bloody wound in salt. Before long, his rival had disappeared into the crowd.
Oliver snatched up Anaïs’s hand, and swept her into his eager embrace. Their
bodies glued together, they grooved to the tempo of the music. Hip to hip, the
sexual tension between them soon sparked into a raging inferno.
Oliver grasped both of his partner’s hands. He thrust
them behind her back, giving her very little room to move. She could hardly
breathe, let alone find a way to escape. With Anaïs at his mercy, Oliver
swooped in, his face just inches from hers.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Anaïs Moreau,” his
husky voice whispered in her ear. It was laced with anger and unfulfilled desire.
Then he lowered his head and kissed her, slow and sensually letting his hands
explore every facet of Anaïs’s magnificent flesh. Soon, he heard a soft moan
escape her lips and felt her tremble in his arms.
Oliver couldn’t hesitate; the time to act had come.
As he continued to distract her with his mouth, he reached one hand into the
pocket of his trousers and pulled out a zip tie. It was a simple, yet effective tool
he often employed when the need to apprehend a suspected fiend presented itself.
As he locked the plastic device into place, Anaïs’s body stiffened. The arch of
her spine lengthened, while the serene expression on her face was replaced with
an indignant scowl. Lifting her chin, she turned her nose to the wind and
refused to meet her lover’s still smoldering gaze.
“So this is what’s it’s come to? For God’s sake, I’m
a vampire, not a rabid animal. Must you tie me up like this?”
“Somebody’s gotta save you from yourself,” Oliver
smiled into
the side of her cheek, half-amused at her snooty show of defiance.
Maybe she thought it’d piss him off, but it only served to make him
horny and
hard as steel. “Besides, have you ever tried playing the role
of a submissive?
You never know, you might enjoy letting someone else
take the lead for once.”
