|About the Book|
Selina is a four-hundred and seventy year old vampire who still looks like a nubile young woman. With her sultry and sensuous looks and her remarkable sexual abilities, no man, mortal or otherwise, can resist her. In Book One of the Vampire SelinaMoreSelina is a four-hundred and seventy year old vampire who still looks like a nubile young woman. With her sultry and sensuous looks and her remarkable sexual abilities, no man, mortal or otherwise, can resist her. In Book One of the Vampire Selina series, two short stories are presented for your enjoyment.Blood Call: In the present day, Selina crashes a party at the compound of a drug lord in the jungles of Columbia. Using her mind, her cunning, and especially her body, can she get close enough to him to give him the punishment he richly deserves? Shell have to get through his right hand man first, but lucky for her, his right hand man has a penchant for beauty, especially for beauty that comes along with skills in pleasing a man that no mortal can imagine.Blood Debt: In 1700s France, Selina determines that an evil landlord is not worthy of his property. She recognizes him as cruel and savage in the bedroom, but theres nothing he can do that can hurt a vampire. Selina, though...she can do plenty of harm...Warning: This ebook contains very explicit representations of sexual activity. It is intended for mature readers who will not be offended by graphic descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults.Here is a preview:“There must be somewhere close where we can have privacy.” She could feel the heat rising to his cheeks and was thankful that she had fed just moments before.“You are from Spain?” He said it softly, trying to impress her.“Have you been?”“Yes.” He nodded. He was proud. “That is how I recognized the accent. It is delightful.” She smiled at his praise. Actually, she could speak Spanish with a Columbian lilt, or for that matter, with a Mexican, Guatemalan, or any other accent. Still…“Well,” she cooed, licking her lips as she leaned forward, “then you know what a Catalonian woman can do for a man.”She had him. She knew it. He looked around unsure for a moment, but then he took her hand and let her down a short flight of stairs to a copse of trees overlooking a fountain. He turned, smiled at her, and reached out.She allowed him to pull her to himself, allowed him to put his mouth on hers and explore it with his tongue. She brought her hands to the back of his head and stroked his thick black hair as he kissed her, holding him in that perfect balance between firm and gentle that she knew a man like him would want. She allowed his hands to wander, and even anticipated the feel of them as they traveled down her back to rest on her ass, groping and squeezing.She pulled away and smiled at him. He started to pull her back, but she fell to her knees and reached for the belt that held his khaki trousers in place. She licked her lips as she unbuckled it and let out a soft sigh as she unzipped him. He was very large. She would enjoy this part of the plan. He moaned softly as she pulled his pants down to his knees and leaned forward to breath over him through his underwear. She pulled back and began to stroke him softly through the cotton. He was already full and hard, completely ready.