Book 1 in the d'Argent Honor series. The d'Argent vampire clan is chasing the Fox, a vampire serial killer whose madness threatens the existence of all their kind. Around the world, in cities and in the country, the search will go on until they destroy their immortal enemy. Claude d'Argent is on the hunt in sultry Miami Beach. Instead of the Fox, he encounters a mortal creature of the night...a sexy lady who offers him a night of unsurpassed passion-for a price. Stripper Marisa Delgado has only one option if she's to get enough money, fast enough to save her younger brother from the local drug lord-a temporary foray into the world's oldest profession. Her act of desperation may have brought them together, but as the night passes and the soft light of morning approaches, Claude discovers the submissive of his dreams and Marissa, the Master of her soul. The choice is Claude's-convert the dusky beauty and risk losing her forever, or walk away and spend an eternity without his soulmate by his side.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Vampire Justice by Ann Jacobs
Once again Marisa eyed the dark, gorgeous, prosperous-looking customer who stared at her from a front table as she writhed against the pole at center stage. He was a tourist for sure, probably a European or South American like most of the strangers who came to Miami Beach for sun and fun. But this one looked muy macho. Even tougher than the mob goons the patron had sicced on Raul and Raul had passed along to harass her instead. The customer's white teeth gleamed when he smiled, his very prominent incisors giving him a menacing look.
Menacing but oh-so sexy. This man would be able to take care of himself with the likes of the patron's enforcers. S�, this man was the sort she'd want to have as her protector from those thugs--the sort of man she'd want to fuck for free if she didn't need the money so much.
She peeled off her G-string and tossed it his way. Totally naked now, she wiggled her ass so the little bell on her clit ring swayed invitingly, in concert with the ones dangling from her nipples and colliding with the gold nipple shields she always wore beneath the tasseled pasties she'd discarded.
If he would take her bait, she'd give more than the lap dance he undoubtedly expected. Much more. Her cunt clenched when she imagined the dark, delicious things the stranger would do once she'd enticed him to take her not to one of the VIP rooms in back, but to his hotel room. Though she'd never laid eyes on him before, she sensed a connection--a pull that had as much to do with raw sexual attraction as with her dire financial situation. She also perceived an aura of power surrounding him, as though he could take on any mere mortal...and win.
Who knows? Maybe he does possess supernatural powers.
He definitely was no angel, avenging or not. And no one as beautiful as he could be a gargoyle. But maybe--yes, he could be a vampire. He certainly looked like some of the ones she'd seen in movies. If he were, he could... Marisa, do not wish for the impossible. He's a man. Not some supernatural creature. Hope only that you can please him. But try as she might, she couldn't let go the notion that this stranger might be not only her john but her salvation.
In the fantasies and dreams she'd once had as a girl, her man had possessed special powers. He would have been strong enough to find and destroy the nameless, faceless drug lord who supplied the cocaine her brother had proved yet again he couldn't live without. Her dream man would have destroyed the patron, erased Raul's debt and rid the Hispanic community in Miami of a scourge who'd ruined the lives of countless people. People who'd sought pleasure and found misery instead.
Dream on, Marisa. Think of the man as a customer, not the white knight of your wildest fantasies. Don't delude yourself that he's anything more than mortal.
As the music faded, she slithered down the pole and off the stage, moistening her lips as she strutted, unashamedly naked, toward the beautiful man. As she moved toward him, his gaze followed her, moving over her body like a caress. Suddenly the vulgar gyration of hips she'd intended became a languid dance of its own, a sensual beckoning, not just from desperation for her brother, but for the desire in herself.
When she got to him, he rose and reached out his hand as if he were helping her down from a carriage. As he sank down into his chair, he drew her onto him, suddenly in control, guiding her actions. She'd intended to straddle his lap, but now he compelled her to do so.
Remembering her goal, she ground her pussy against the hard bulge of his cock. "Let me entertain you, handsome. I can show you a real good time."
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Claude's balls tightened. His fangs itched. His cock throbbed and hardened more each time the woman ground her satin-smooth cunt against his fully clothed groin. Reflexively, he gripped the rounded flesh of her ass cheeks and began to move.
For a moment she moved with him, a sensual mating dance. Her mouth went slack, her eyelids fluttering shut against her creamy skin. Then, as though she suddenly realized where they were, she lifted her hands off his shoulders and looked him in the eye. "Not here, por favor. Whatever you want, I will give you, but we must go somewhere else." Her voice wavered the tiniest bit, just enough to give Claude second thoughts.
"What's your name, beautiful?" He knew because the blonde had mentioned it, but he wanted to hear it from the woman's gleaming red lips.
"Marisa. Come with me, lover." Reaching down with one hand, she cupped Claude's cock. "You're muy macho. You will give me a good time, too."
"All night? Two thousand dollars. I will give you whatever you want, however you want it. All night long." Obviously Marisa wanted him--at least she wanted the money he'd give her. Beyond the come-on, though, he perceived the same desperation he'd sensed earlier while she danced onstage. And he could practically smell the fear that lay barely beneath the surface of her lush, naked body. Though she hadn't said a word, he knew. She was the woman in the alley. Though she hid it well, the fear those bastards had put in her an hour earlier had to have been driving her actions now.
"My hotel is right across the street." Although Claude wasn't in the habit of paying for sex and found the prospect of doing so vaguely insulting, he wanted to wipe away the thinly veiled terror in her dark eyes, put an end to whatever threat it was she faced. He also needed release. From her, not from just any attractive female. Hell, his cock was about to burst out of his pants. He desperately wanted to bury it inside this small, dark-haired woman with sun-kissed skin and a shy smile that seemed out of place with her blatantly seductive actions. "Come, little dove," he said, lifting her off his lap and standing.
"Meet me at the stage door. I must dress, gather up some toys..."
"All right. Five minutes. No more. I'll be waiting." He hoped his painful hard-on wasn't as evident to the customers he passed on the way out as it was to him.