Vampire: Desires of Blood, #1

By Ethan Radcliff

Royce Bellamy is over one thousand years old. He's a vampire. He's also part of an elite force with the New York City Police Department and he's faced with a dilemma. His current lover is pushing him to turn her, she's one of the cities' top ADA's.Royce already has three vampire beauties running around the world, who owe their immortality to him, did he need another?His current human lover, Beth Ann has taken hold of him in a way he never expected. Vampires weren't supposed to fall in love.

But was it love? He'd find out soon enough.Meet Lucinda, Magenta and Dahlia his three children. Royce has released them; it is after all the twenty-first century. One will fall in love with a warlock, one a jackal and one with a shape-shifter. Will any of them find redemption? Or will their desire always be of blood?

****Adult content, graphic sex, sexy vampires and amorous witches*****

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bitten Press LLC
• Release date: Dec 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781501405594

Ethan Radcliff

BIO: My name is Ethan Radcliff and I've been writing since I was a kid. I love creating and tried my hand at art, not bad, but not good enough. A guy's gotta eat. Through high school, I wrote erotic stories, kept them in a notebook and let a few girlfriends read them. I played football, baseball and ice hockey, but my brain never stopped thinking of sex. I guess most guys think about it all the time. I decided to put my thoughts into prose. I had been on face book for a while and never did anything interesting until I started to see all the writers. What really caught my attention were the poets, especially some of the ones posting erotic prose.  I was intrigued, men who were writing erotic romance, I knew it was time to get out the old notebook and throw on some poetry. I was surprised at the response. I’ve often been asked what inspires my writing. Sometimes it’s a photograph, a sunset or an attractive woman. The jiggle of a full ass or heavy breasts will set my mind in motion. Sometimes, out of nowhere, an idea will come to mind. I record and write down my thoughts constantly. I want to thank Bitten Press and the two lovely ladies who run it for encouraging me to go for it and I did. I also need to thank a very patient and lovely friend Kendall Blackburn Barnett who is my PA and putting up with my antics. I want to thank all the wonderful people who read what I write. And the lovely ladies who help get the word out there about my writing. As you know, I’m an elusive fellow, smiles, perhaps that’s part of my charm. Who knows what the future holds? My first short story is The Taming of Molly Jenkins. It’s hot. Is it based on personal experience? Don't we all pull from real life? The next short story is The Wait, Brit’s undoing...that I hope you'll enjoy. Since those early works, many more have evolved including a paranormal series, Desires of Blood, DOM, The Collaring of Molly Jenkins and my first novel A Man of Honor.  Two thousand and sixteen brings more full-length novels and I will always venture into new erotic genres. Thank you for listening and to all those who are enjoying my poetry, thank you. Ethan Radcliff

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Dedication

To my fans for always asking for more. To my family for putting up with my laptop and phone as I converse on Facebook and write as the thoughts come to me.  To Bitten Press, for being there with spectacular covers and generous unwavering support. And to my fiancé for her complete support and devotion to me as a writer and a man. Thank you.

Ethan Radcliff

Other books by Ethan Radcliff

Diabolical

Dark Pleasures

DOM, a man apart

A Darker DOM

A Game of Threes

Pink Persuasion

A Fractured Man

The Wait, Britt’s undoing

Desires of Blood series

A Man of Honor

A Sometime Poet

Gentleman’s Agreement

Horny Santa

Pinch Rollins

Death Riders MC Series

Please

BAD

Chaz

Riding Home

Diablo

DOC

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VAMPIRE

Desires of Blood

Book I

Ethan Radcliff

Love Conquers

In the darkness of night

A fearful heart takes flight

A swift change of body part

A frozen frightful heart

Lurking in the deep evergreens

A way and terrible means

A creature of evil and death

Nothing like you've ever met

She ran far never stopping to see

Who or what wanted her blood

She knew she had to break free

Yet before her there it stood

Her heart a blaze with fear

Its need obvious as it neared

Inside she saw its suffering

Her heart now soft and buffering

He transformed before her eyes

A man and that was no surprise

One she loved now understood

His creature no longer under a hood

In his arms she ran and cleaved

Her man her creature not deceived

Not all you see is, as it seems

Love conquers when it has a means

Ethan Radcliff 2014

Chapter One

Present Day

Beth Ann

Royce, baby, get me my robe; I hate walking around naked, Beth Ann said, as she walked slowly before him, making sure he didn’t miss a jiggle or a curve. As always, her sexy little actions brought a huge smile to his face.

Royce Bellamy rose from the bed, his naked body a magnificent display of sinew and muscle. The muscles in his well-formed chest rippled with his movement as he grabbed her robe and threw it at her watching her giggle at his actions. Christ, Beth Ann, I don’t give a fuck if you walk around naked all day. I told you I would be spending the day in bed with you. Where the hell are you going anyway? he said as he watched her slip the robe over her ample breasts.

Baby, I need to visit the little girl’s room. Sorry that you don’t need to do this as often as I do. Do you ever do this? I mean, go the bathroom, Beth Ann asked, standing in front of the bathroom door, crossing her ankles, attempting to stave off the fact that she had to pee.

He laughed a hearty deep laugh that vibrated and echoed through the room. Yeah, but not as often as you humans. A steady diet of blood has its advantages. Not being human has its advantages, Royce said, lying on the fresh white sheets as he put his hands behind his head.

Beth Ann smiled coyly and shut the door to the bathroom. Royce closed his eyes and stretched his large body out on the bed, his movements more feline than the swift sporadic vampire ones he used on duty. He felt his fangs with his tongue. His fangs hadn’t receded at all since he arrived at her apartment. Probably because being around Beth Ann kept him in a constant state of arousal. He grinned, knowing he must be a sight as his fangs lapped over his bottom lip.

Beth Ann was like a drug to him. She was pretty, of average height, auburn hair, and a body that just wouldn’t quit. Her breasts were full, her waist small, her hips and ass ample. She was a voluptuous woman, by some standards a bit too meaty. Royce loved a woman he could sink his teeth into, literally.

A playful yawn escaped his lips. Fatigue was a state he never had to deal with; vampires never tired. He was over one thousand years old, but he didn’t look a day over forty. His hair was dark, thick, and wavy, with his smooth skin olive in tone. There was a hint of his Moor heritage visible in his full sensuous lips, and his perfectly straight nose was an undeniable reference to his Greek genes. The most unusual of his features were his eyes. They were astounding with their natural green flecks and golden highlights, which deepened to amber when he was hungry, excited, or in need of sexual satisfaction.

Royce Bellamy had another unusual feature. He was a cop, and he was part of an elite force with the NYPD. He worked the graveyard shift, taking down horrendous criminals with ease. He slept during the day, but it’s not like he had to; he was a day-lighter, a rare breed. Royce could walk in the sunlight. It took years of exposure to bring him to that point in his evolution.

He was by any standards a real deadly machine, a weapon like no other. He also was part of a sector of vampires, which had given up destroying humans. However, that sector existed for over two hundred years, and in the shadows, outlaw vampires still lurked who preyed on both species' weak and helpless.

Royce used his powers to aid what was good in the world, which meant helping his distant brethren humans. He had his share of more than willing blood hosts, most of them female and a few males. Royce’s soul was dark, but not black. He’d given up his vampire ways centuries before. When he hunted, what he tried to find wasn’t as noble as he was.

He hunted