The Vampire Jules (A Paranormal Vampire Erotic Romance)

By Emily Cantore

College student and part-time waitress Audrey White is finishing up work for the night when a series of incredibly hot fantasies start to flash through her mind. Jules Marquez, vampire and smoking hot man, is putting them there. He's out looking for a bite but before she can bring him the apple pie he ordered or invite him home, he vanishes.
A disappointed Audrey goes home only to discover Jules tapping on her second floor window, floating in mid-air. He's a vampire and wants to be invited in...
This 8500-word red-hot paranormal vampire story features explicit scenes, oral sex, mind control, biting and much more!
EXCERPT:
At the thought of Jules I brought my wrist up to my nose and breathed in. Even after the shower his scent was still there and it drove my body and mind crazy. I'd never wash this wrist again, I swear.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
In some sort of hypnotized state due to the scent (or impending orgasms I planned to have) I walked out of my bathroom and completely didn't freak out when I saw a man at the window.
Not just any man. Jules. Mr-Apple-Pie.
I walked to the window and slid it upwards. He had one foot on the ledge and was holding on to the building with the other. Must have jumped across from the tree that was a few feet away.
I felt some part of me say this was weird but for some strange reason I felt completely calm about it all.
"Hey Jules."
"Audrey."
He nodded to me like we were meeting at a ball for the Queen. Very prim and proper. Not like he was hanging off the side of my building after ten at night.
"I was thinking about you," I added.
I clasped my towel and made sure that it wasn't going to suddenly fall down. I may have also subtly adjusted it to show a little more cleavage. Just a little. I saw Jules' eyes flicker down and back and then he swallowed.
"What else were you thinking?" he said, a glint in his eye.
He knew. He knew what I'd been thinking because he'd been the one doing it. I was suddenly sure of it.
"All sorts of things," I said.
I could feel my heart starting to beat faster. Maybe the scent was wearing off. Jules was hanging on the side of my building. That was weird, right? That wasn't normal. How was he-
"Vampire."
Jules winked at me and stepped away from the ledge to float in mid-air. I felt my heart thud again and then a cold rush of shock run through me.
"A vampire," I said, finding it hard to speak.
"Yes. And I want you to invite me in."
Invite him in. So he can drink my blood?
"That's only a little bit of what I want. I want other things too," Jules said.
His eyes flickered over me again and I felt my body respond. He was still incredibly hot. His eyes were blue and his suit looked spectacular. Yes, he was floating in mid-air and was a vampire but hey, vampires have one-night stands too, right?
"Some do. I don't. I like to have relationships."
I realized that I hadn't been speaking yet he'd been answering me anyway. Was he reading my mind?
"Yes."
"So you were the one putting those... fantasies in my mind?"
He shook his head, the movement causing him to float sideways a little. There was a tree between him and the road that was probably hiding him from view but I had the sudden idea that Elsie would look out her window and see him.
"Those were already in your mind. I just helped bring them to life."
"Can you hypnotize me to make me your slave? Is that what you've done?"
"I can. I could tell you to look into my eyes and invite me in and you'd do it. I could tell you to drop that towel and I'd spend the night worshipping your incredible body and you'd be helpless to resist. I could do the most unbelievably filthy things with you and you'd not only love it but beg for more. I could do all this but I'm not going to. I want you to invite me in of your own free will. I want you to drop that towel because you want to. I want you to take me into your bed because yo

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emily Cantore
• Release date: Sep 25, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301504572

Emily Cantore

Emily Cantore has a last name that sounds like some kind of dance and a mind that spends a lot of time thinking about hot and heavy moments. She writes creative smut that is based on true events and true smut based on wild times. Her stories are all works of fiction ... except when they're not.

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