Desired by the Vampire - Paranormal Vampire Shifter Romance

By J.K. Hudson

Becky Matthews has been imprisoned in the cell of her own body for her entire life. She'd given up on men, family and children. Now, a hundred pounds lighter, with a new boyfriend, she's ready to grab all of life she can get. Except that her boyfriend, Andrei Vidnesceau, won't touch her or tell her of his feelings. He won't until two men attack him in her apartment, and he turns them both to dust. She needs an explanation. He tells Becky he's a vampire and proves it. She accepts him and his situation, and he shows his love for her. The rival coven turns her sister into a dreadfully evil vampire.

*** Standalone short story, no cliffhangers. ***

• Language: English
• Publisher: Finest Shapeshifter Romance Club
• Release date: Nov 12, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386732037

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Desired by a Vampire

Chapter One

The day I, Becky Matthews , fell in love with a vampire started when I was standing in front of my full length mirror. I said, I really like my body, now. I turned this way and that to get a different view in the mirror. During the last year I’d lost a hundred pounds.

Yesterday, in a moment of pure ego, I looked up the measurements of Victoria Hendricks. She appears on the television show Mad Men. We’re almost the same size. We’re within five pounds of our weight. Her boobs are DD and mine are D. Notice I didn’t put the word ‘just’ before ‘D’.

There’s nothing ‘just’ about my breasts. They’re my best feature, and I love them. Let me rephrase that. Now, I love them.

I’ve spent so much time hiding my body and avoiding the sight of my body, and I did it for so many years that I’ve instituted a ritual. I do it whenever I’m going to go into a situation that would have caused me pain before.

I shucked my pants, shirt, bra and panties. By the way, that was my most enjoyable act after losing weight. I threw away my industrial strength bras and plain panties and bought some pretty ones. My favorite bra has some support underneath that makes my boobs lift up over the bra and wide set straps. It lets me wear dresses with a square neckline that drops down far enough to be interesting. I get some serious attention from men when I wear it.

I undressed with my eyes closed. I turned to the mirror and open them and burst out crying. I have looked so ugly for so long, I thought I’d never be able to look in the mirror at myself again. My body is beautiful, now. It’s sleek. No cellulite, no stretch marks or flab. Nothing hangs over. Perfect.

I was getting ready for a night out with an intriguing man named Andrei Vidnesceau. He was my...Well, I really didn’t know. We’d gone on five dates. He liked me. I knew he did. But he’d never told me how he felt. He was very conservative. His family in Romania was old money and proud of it. He’d never tried anything. He was the first significant man in my life after I changed from heavy to normal. I wasn’t desirable in any way before. Now, after I’d made what was supposed to be a breakthrough in my relationships with men I was disappointed and apprehensive because he didn’t make a concerted attack on my virtue. I knew I’d be flattered. I didn’t know how much I would let him do. It would certainly be enough to establish that we’d done something more than kissing.

I saw his scarf hanging in my closet. I held the silk to my nose and smelled the man I wanted to love. His scent went