Halloween Fantasies
By Katie Salidas
Genre: Erotic Paranormal
Touted as the sexiest party of the year, the annual Halloween Fantasy Ball is the one place a girl can let loose and succumb to her wildest fantasies.
Disguised as a sexy vampire huntress, Sasha captures the attention of Dante, a real life creature of the night. For Sasha, meeting bona-fide vampire is enough to fulfill one of her life long fantasies. She’s ready to go home a happy woman.
But Dante has other plans. It is after all, a night of fantasies, and he has a few of his own to share.
This Erotic Paranormal novella is approximately 20k words
My Thoughts:
I really enjoyed this small book that packed a huge punch. Sasha and her friend Angela head off to a Halloween party for a night of fun and fantasies. Sasha and Angela meet Dante and his twin brother, both whom are Vampires, yup real life Vampires, Sasha has always wanted to meet a real one, but Angela not so much.
I really enjoyed reading this book, the story line was great and I loved Sasha character, very open minded, passionate and sweet at the same time. Dante just exudes sex appeal and the way he's described just makes you want to go find him. His twin brother was just as hot but in a more mysterious way. Over all is was a great book, 68-pages in length, and at the end left you wanting more, I really hope another book is in store, I would love to read more about Sasha and Dante, they have an amazing chemistry together.
I hope you all will grab your copy, fill up the tub, light some candles and sit back and enjoy, I really did ;)
Author Bio:
Katie Salidas is a Super Woman! Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She can get the munchkin off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons. She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time to write.
And if you can believe all of those lies, there is some beautiful swamp land in Florida for sale…
Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of entertainment.
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HALLOWEEN
FANTASIES
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas
Chapter
Excerpt
Dante leaned
into his brother’s ear. “You see, it’s a perfect package deal. Two beautiful
females, just as I had described.”
A ginger-haired
woman, in a witch costume, waved at them from across the room.
Trevor inclined
his head, and a smile played across his face. “And which of the two beauties is
mine for the taking?”
“You’re into
costumes and games, right? Why not take the little witch for a ride on your
broom?” Dante snickered. “She seems like she could be fun.”
“And that
leaves the dominatrix for you?”
“Vampire
huntress,” Dante corrected.
Trevor’s eyes
lit up with amusement. “Oh, that is perfect.” He burst into laughter. “Mr. No
Games wants to play with the vampire hunter.”
“I thought you
would be amused by that.”
“Did she bring
a stake?” Trevor clutched his stomach as he roared, unable to hold back the fit
of laughter. “Or perhaps some holy water?” Tears welled in the corners of his
eyes. He swiped them away with a quick brush of his hand.
“Go on then,
get it all out of your system.” Dante didn’t bother hiding the aggravation in
his voice. He didn’t care for his brother’s taunting, but he would endure it if
it meant getting his way. He needed to separate Sasha from her friend if he wanted
to have her for the evening.
Trevor finally
stopped laughing and straightened his face. “You know I prefer to pick my own
prey, but seeing how you might be getting into the spirit of the evening, I’ll
go along with this… on one condition.”
Dante arched an
eyebrow at his brother. “What condition?”
“I want you to
play a little game with me. Let’s make this a challenge. No mind control. Tonight we work on charm and
skill alone.”
Dante groaned.
“I think that ridiculous Prince costume has gone to your head.”
Trevor smiled,
flashing his brilliant white teeth. “I’m playing my part. It’s Halloween, a
time to be someone or something different.”
“But I do not
want to be Prince Charming. I like being a vampire.”
“That’s my
point. You aren’t getting into the spirit of the evening. I want you to try and
be something different tonight. Don’t just be a vampire. Be charming and have
fun wooing a woman the old-fashioned way.” He folded his arms in front of his
chest. “Unless you aren’t up to the challenge.”
His brother’s
taunting set his teeth on edge. “You think I’m not capable of taking a woman’s
vein and getting her in bed without mind control?” he asked with a snarl.
“I think you’re
out of touch, yes.” Trevor matched Dante’s stern look. “Now, do you accept my
challenge, or not?”
Dante turned to
look back at the two women sitting at the bar. “I have no doubt I could have
her within the hour… on skill alone.” He focused on Sasha, inhaling a deep
breath as his eyes traveled the length of her body. He puffed his chest
arrogantly. “She will be eating out of the palm of my hand, begging me to take
her.”
“Well then,
Casanova, shall we go meet our ladies?” Trevor held his hand out, pointing to
the women.
Dante nodded,
and the two brothers slowly made their way through the crowd toward the
bar.
As they
approached, Dante’s eyes never left Sasha’s form, drinking in her tanned skin
and lean body. He admired the way the leather pants clung to her long legs and
the sensuous curve of her backside as she sat, perched on the bar stool. He
imagined himself bending her over the side of a bed, kneading the soft flesh of
her ass as he drove into her. His cock jumped to attention at the thought,
filling his pants, pulling the denim taut over his waist.
“We meet
again,” Dante said as they arrived at the bar.
Sasha looked
up. Her long black hair, tied into a high ponytail, swung away from her neck as
she turned to face him, revealing her tempting neckline.
His eyes zeroed
in on her pulse. It beat with a tantalizing rhythm, calling to him. He enjoyed
the way her body was already responding. This should be all too easy. He
smiled, flashing his fangs at her.
“Oh… hi… uh,
hello,” Sasha stammered, as if trying to find the right words to say.
Angela
swallowed a gulp of her green beverage. “I see you found your brother.” She
beamed a smile at him.
“Yes.” Dante
cleared his throat. “Allow me to
introduce Prince… er… Trevor.” He stepped aside and let his brother make his
introduction.
Like a true
gentleman, Trevor bowed low and then looked up to the two women. “A pleasure to
meet you both.” He stood and took hold of Angela’s hand and brought it gently
to his lips. “Especially you. Enchante, Madam witch.”
Angela giggled
girlishly, and a smile spread wide across her lips. “Oh. You are really playing
the part tonight, aren’t you, Prince… Trevor, was it?”
“You can call
me Charming if that fits better.” He winked.
“I just might,”
Angela said.
“Would you care
to dance, Milady?”
“How could I
resist?” Angela jumped to her feet.
Dante let out
an exasperated sigh and then turned away from the garish couple to focus on his
prize—Sasha. “Is the offer to join you still open?”
Sasha smiled
and pointed to the recently vacated stool next to her. “Sure. Sorry I had to
leave back there. I wasn’t trying to be rude. I just can’t seem to stand up
very long. These shoes…”
Oh, I can think of a few ways to keep you off of your
feet. Dante grinned. “It’s quite all right. We can
finish our conversation here. Where did we leave off?”
Sasha took a
quick sip from her drink. “I was telling you I would stake you if you tried to
bite me.” She laughed and set the empty glass back on the counter. Her foot
bobbed to the rhythm of the drum and bass beat.
“Ah yes. I did want to take a little nibble.”
He flashed his fangs at her and winked. “Even with the threat of being staked,
it might be worth it. You look so tempting in that costume.”
A red flush hit
her cheeks. Dante enjoyed the darkening of her skin and the rapid pulse that
accompanied it.
Sasha looked
down at the ground for a moment, her eyelashes fluttering as she blinked. “And
I thought your bother was Prince Charming.”
“You find me charming?” Dante laughed. “And I
thought I was being a cocky rogue.”
Sasha cocked
her head sideways. “The best rogues are the most charming.”
“Then I guess I
am doing my job well.” He smiled wide and licked the tips of his fangs.
“You are
entirely too sure of yourself.” She appeared as if she was trying to hide her
excited expression, but it was revealed by a twinkle flashing in her pale blue
eyes.
Feisty, I like that.
Dante’s eyes roamed the length of her body, stopping at the small broken stick
in her belt loops. The corner of his mouth rose in a crooked grin. “I’m
intrigued by your choice of costume, Ms. Huntress.”
“It wasn’t my
first choice, but it works.” She casually brushed her hair off her shoulder,
allowing her ponytail to hang down her back. “It looks like you put a lot of
effort into yours. Those teeth look so real and sharp.”
Dante was
momentarily caught off guard watching the thump of her pulse beating just
beneath the surface of her bare olive-skinned neck. He shook his head in a vain
attempt to shake away thoughts of sampling her tempting flesh. “Forget about my
teeth. Let me order you another drink, and you can tell me more about you.”
HALLOWEEN
FANTASIES
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas
Chapter
Excerpt
A feeling of
accomplishment washed through Dante. Success.
He savored the moment, allowing himself to fall deeply into her pale blue eyes.
She was his for the taking, and he would enjoy taking his time ravaging her.
His cock
throbbed with need at the thought of it. The sensual caress of her body against
his while they danced had been such a delightful torture. Her intense
pheromones had been teasing his baser instincts, drawing out his need not only
for sex, but also for the taste of her essence. Now he would soon be able to
slake his burning desires.
Careful not to
seem too eager and risk putting her off, he smiled and asked calmly, “Are you
sure this is what you want?”
Her teeth still
bit into her lip as she looked up into his eyes. He could sense she was
battling with herself, but the scent of her pheromones assured him of her
desire. Sasha’s scent was like sweet honeysuckle, a smell so pure and alluring
he was tempted to take her right there on the dance floor. He couldn’t wait to
sample just a taste of her essence. He absently licked his lips, awaiting her
answer.
A moment passed
in silence before she smiled and nodded at him. “You’re right. This is a night
for fantasies. Let’s go.”
He bent his
head to capture her mouth once more before allowing her to lead him off the
dance floor.
They passed by
the bar on their way out, and Sasha grabbed a shot and knocked it back quickly.
She scrunched up her face as she swallowed. “A little more liquid courage,” she
said and then pulled him out of the ballroom.
Excitement —and
maybe a little of that liquid courage she’d just downed— seemed to have washed
away all worry. Like a switch had been flicked on, she changed from timid to
wild. She was on fire as they stepped into the empty elevator. Her hands roamed
all over his body, as if she needed to feel every indentation of his rippling
muscles and commit them to memory.
He slowly
backed her into the corner, thrusting his abdomen into hers, both relieving and
intensifying the burning need in his cock as their bodies rubbed together.
She devoured
his mouth with hungry kisses, sucking his tongue into her mouth in imitation,
suggesting what she would do with his cock later. Her hands cupped his ass, roughly
kneading his soft cheeks.
His cock
throbbed, aching to be touched. The gentle press against her body was an
unbearable tease, and he wanted—needed—to be inside of her. “I’m not sure I can
wait to get you into the room.”
She moaned as
he uttered the words. Her hands left his ass, finding their way under his tight
shirt.
Her touch was
like fire to his cool skin. Every gentle caress was filled with delectable
heat, sending pulses of animalistic need shooting straight down to his engorged
cock. Dante groaned in both pleasure and frustration. If it weren’t for the ding
that signaled they had reached their floor, he might have pushed her to the
ground and taken her right there.
She snaked out
from his caging arms like a wildcat escaping a snare as the elevator doors
opened. “C’mon. This way, big boy.” Sasha giggled and gave a little seductive
wink before sashaying out into the hallway.
He couldn’t
have picked a more alluring woman to share the evening with. She was pure
feminine beauty. The tight leather pants hugged every curve, leaving nothing to
the imagination. Thoughts of bending her over the bed resurfaced again. He saw
himself pinning her against the mattress, plunging deeply into her body as he
took his fill of her blood. His self-control was at the edge of its limits. He
imagined the sweet essence of her blood filling him as her body tightened and
clenched, milking him with her climax.
Dante’s eyes
swayed with the motion of her luscious, curvy hips, and he fell into an almost
hypnotic trance, lumbering behind her as if an invisible leash was pulling him.
His pants rubbed roughly against his throbbing erection, making every step a
luscious mixture of pleasure and pain.
He knew he
shouldn’t have allowed her to tease him so much. He was so close to losing
control. She had already proven to be an interesting and difficult conquest,
considering he wasn’t allowed his normal supernatural methods, but he did enjoy
this challenge: playing the game, using his charms, making her request his
presence. Still, the price was high. He’d allowed his inner monster lie in wait
for far too long. He wanted her blood… now.
He fought with
the need, the persistent nagging in the back of his mind, and the empty feeling
in his stomach. He was not uncivilized; she deserved pleasure for the sacrifice
she would make to him by giving some of her blood. He needed to hold back, if
only just a little longer.
Sasha fumbled
with the key card at the hotel room door. Her long black ponytail swayed behind
her as she moved, drawing focus to her long, sumptuous neck.
Dante bent his
head and kissed the tender flesh. He felt the gentle thrum of her excited pulse. He allowed his teeth to scrape gently
over her skin.
She sighed and
leaned her head back into his body, arching her neck to give him better access.
“Do it,” she whispered.
How can I refuse? “Maybe
just a taste.” He lapped at her neck with his tongue before sinking his teeth
in to the soft, warm flesh.
Sasha whimpered
softly, and her body stiffened for a brief moment before she melted against
him.
Her blood
flowed hot and sweet into his mouth, tasting far better than he imagined.
He savored each
sweet note of its flavor: vanilla, sugar, and honey with a hint of spice. His
arm snaked around her perfect torso. He cupped one of her ample breasts in his
hands. His other hand caressed down her leg, gently squeezing her inner thigh.
She cooed
softly, and her hand fell limp from the door.
Dante gently
caressed the bite with his tongue, stemming the flow of her blood while closing
the wound. All that would remain were small dots, tiny bruises.
She hummed
serenely, still leaning against his body.
Dante kissed at
the tender skin, still caressing her breast with his large hands. “You taste so
sweet,” he whispered in her ear before pulling away. His bloodlust slaked for
the moment, he could now concentrate on the other needs demanding attention.
Sasha shook
herself, appearing to regain her strength. She unlocked and opened the door
then turned, grabbing his hand to pull him inside. “There is more where that
came from.”
Dante stalked
in after her and allowed the door to swing shut behind him.
Sasha fixed him
with a stare that would rival that of the hungriest lioness. Clearly, his
advance had awakened something primal in her. She licked her lips seductively.
“Now, about that fantasy you wanted to share with me...”
“Ah yes, my fantasy.” Dante sucked in a
breath, drinking in the sight of the sexy woman standing in front of him, ready
to please. “Let me just say that I am used to people doing exactly as I say.”
He caught the
shiver, the tensing of her muscles in response to his words. He knew he excited
her; he’d seen it from the start. The response to his overpowering demeanor
from the moment they met told him a strong, alpha male aroused her. It made her
wet and ready and sent butterflies buzzing around her stomach.
“If necessary,
I can bend someone to my will. However, tonight, I want you, Sasha, to give
yourself to me, completely of your own free will. I want you to allow me total
control to do with you as I please.”
INK
SJ
Davis is the daughter of an ex-patriate British mother and a Southern Baptist
ex-CIA father. As a child, she spoke in silly accents and recounted outlandish
tales of fantasy over afternoon tea and to this day it remains her favorite
activity. Born in Long Island, NY, she was raised in the suburbs of Washington
DC and went to school for a very long time (University of Virginia and George
Mason University), married an all-around wonderful man, had two kids (smart,
funny, full of opinions), moved from Virginia to New Jersey to Philadelphia to Chicago,
and began her writing career. She is a believer in fate, an avid tea drinker, a
stiletto aficionado, Doc Marten worshipper, punk rock listener, and lover of
flip flops and cardigans. She has a terrible sense of direction, loves gummy
bears, and is a Johnny Depp fangirl.
