By Skyler White
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An edgy, erotic mix of fable and romance-from a debut writer whose celebrity is at the upward thrust.
In a depressing and seedy underground of burned-out rock stars and angels- turned-vampires, a progressive neuroscientist and a fallen angel needs to pit drugs opposed to mythology in an try to erase their tortured pasts...but at what fee?
Olivia, vampire and fallen angel of wish, is hopeless...and damned. because the fall from Eden, she has hungered for romance, yet fed merely on wish. Dominic O'Shaughnessy is a neuroscientist tormented by very unlikely visions. whilst his learn and her depression collide at L'OtelMathillide- a subterranean hell of attractiveness, demons, and dreams-rationalist and angel unite in a conflict of hope and damnation that threatens to smash them either.
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He gave Dominic a depraved grin. “When you’re performed along with your workout in redundancy. ” ——— Pandemonium is filled with the beef of intercourse, the bone and blood of human starvation. It pulses with the eternally throbbing, detached drone of each nightclub in each urban. The scent of blood and wish rub opposed to my backbone, vibrating with the painless, rageless song. appealing our bodies circulate round the bar in scrumptious bloody extra, pumping dance and speak. They stand in clots, or bind one to a different in corpuscular pairs and trios, women and men, males and males, homocytes and heterocytes. I slip into the circulation like nicotine. “Hiya, honey. ” A cocoa-skinned Amazon dances as much as me. Her hair spirals in fats dreads throughout her muscular shoulders, and her low-slung denims bump my hip bone. I must have keened my quills on Sylvia’s prior to she went to take her blood communion. quickly my edges may be too boring even to make the tiny cuts that cross ignored, yet this night, my surgically high-quality nails slid up narrow brown fingers and draw the candy, sweat-tinged droplets so subtly that the dancer, concentrated the place our belt buckles grind, doesn't think their acute caress. Her blood is slick. She has taken anything. one other style will inform me what. She turns me through the waist, grinding my compliant hips opposed to her personal, the forks of our legs unfold just like the webbing of hands. Her lengthy black lashes veil eyes that experience now not met mine. they can be brown or eco-friendly. Her hair falls over her throat. i'll push it again and kiss her neck, pattern the slickness of pot or tablets. Hell, i'll puncture her and strike, feed correctly and entire, tear her supple physique open with my boring quills. will probably be the one means i've got left, if I don’t willing them the following time I’m with my sisters. I’ll get back for her the next day evening. this night, I’m already bored. yet over the dancer’s darkish, extensive shoulder, I seize an interesting glimpse of a face I realize from the airport magazine’s “rock stars in rehab” disguise. He’s donning goggles and a dirty bathrobe belted with an orange extension twine. One scarred arm twists upward to drape around the muscular shoulder of the fellow I observed this day in Hell’s entrance parlor. He shrugs the rock star’s frail arm off and nods to me. Do i do know him? Even at midnight membership, his wellbeing and fitness and power make a jarring distinction to the withered singer. in basic terms his eyes betray his position right here, one of the damned. He has lived and died and been reborn, lifetime after lifetime. In adolescence, those cursed Reborn put out of your mind, yet as formative years dawns, their stories of each incarnation wake up. negative bastards. i feel it’s worse than being undead. The dancer’s grip on my waist tightens. basically her hips are relocating now, and not to the tuneless song pulsing via us. Her eyes should not closed, yet clamped, her hips now not riding, yet pushed. A deep blood crimson seeps less than her earthy epidermis. Brown stone nipples tent the material of her blouse. might be, like my sister Vivian, i may own the excitement of mortals, summon their ecstasies, and command their orgasms.