Dirty Rotten Vampires (Box Set)

By J. Hali Steele

In the battle for vampire supremacy, cold hearts and hot blood sweeten the pain.

Hurt Me Good: When Armada, a demi-vamp from Haiti, faces the cold-hearted slayer Ringer, she vows to hate him as much as he hates her. But Ringer’s ability to wield pain brings out a side of Armada she didn't know existed.

Love Me Madly: Split Kryder needs a new partner. Tang Odette has curves and legs that go on, and on. A maddening inferno of desire ensues, wreaking havoc on his world, and to possess her Split plans to fight dirty… and win.

Hold Me Hard: Vig goes to war against demons threatening to destroy the demi-vamp who has captured his heart, becoming an out-of-control master hell-bent on annihilating anything that dares keep her from him.

Dare Me Once: Vald tests his power to make a creature beg on Drecara, whose curvaceous body he desires, and Mictain, her protector, just to feel the burn. Vald hopes the extraordinary demons are up for the challenge.

Make Me Right: Jordan isn’t afraid of the huge black hound -- in fact, she takes him home. Little does she know her life is entwined with the beast’s destiny and his deadly need will change her forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: Apr 30, 2021

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Dirty Rotten Vampires

J. Hali Steele

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Table of Contents

Dirty Rotten Vampires

Hurt Me Good (Dirty Rotten Vampires 1)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Epilogue

Love Me Madly (Dirty Rotten Vampires 2)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Hold Me Hard (Dirty Rotten Vampires 3)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Dare Me Once (Dirty Rotten Vampires 4)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Epilogue

Make Me Right (Dirty Rotten Vampires 5)

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Epilogue

J. Hali Steele

Dirty Rotten Vampires

J. Hali Steele

In the battle for vampire supremacy, cold hearts and hot blood sweeten the pain.

Hurt Me Good: When Armada, a demi-vamp from Haiti, faces the cold-hearted slayer Ringer, she vows to hate him as much as he hates her. But Ringer’s ability to wield pain brings out a side of Armada she didn't know existed.

Love Me Madly: Split Kryder needs a new partner. Tang Odette has curves and legs that go on, and on. A maddening inferno of desire ensues, wreaking havoc on his world, and to possess her Split plans to fight dirty… and win.

Hold Me Hard: Vig goes to war against demons threatening to destroy the demi-vamp who has captured his heart, becoming an out-of-control master hell-bent on annihilating anything that dares keep her from him.

Dare Me Once: Vald tests his power to make a creature beg on Drecara, whose curvaceous body he desires, and Mictain, her protector, just to feel the burn. Vald hopes the extraordinary demons are up for the challenge.

Make Me Right: Jordan isn’t afraid of the huge black hound -- in fact, she takes him home. Little does she know her life is entwined with the beast’s destiny and his deadly need will change her forever.

Hurt Me Good (Dirty Rotten Vampires 1)

J. Hali Steele

Barringer Ganteau has hunted enough demon-mixed vampires to last a million lifetimes. His wish is to see all demi-vamps maimed, preferably dead. Single-handedly, he attempts to vanquish the scourge of mixed breeds from the face of the earth. Then Ringer meets Armada, a demi-vamp with the power to deliver the kind of pain he desires and melt his frozen heart.

Armada comes from Haiti, carrying the exotic heat of the islands and her kind with her. When she faces a cold-hearted vampire, a being superior to her mixed heritage, she vows to hate him as much as he hates her. Armada hadn’t reckoned with the vamp’s ability to use pain to bring out a side of her she had not known existed.

Chapter One

Peace and quiet tended to avoid Barringer Ganteau, and today was no different as glass shattered in the hotel lobby, sending guests scurrying for cover. The man who had flown through the window banged his head on the marble floor and lay unconscious, while the revolver he held slid from his hand, clanging against the reception desk.

Ringer strode to the piece and picked it up. Son of a bitch. Spinning around, he watched two police officers jostle with fleeing guests to enter the door, and wondered why they didn’t just step through the broken window a few feet back along the front of the hotel. Jackasses.

One stood over the criminal and the other came toward him, stopping short of stepping on his Italian leather shoes. Ringer, couldn’t you just once restrain someone? Why do you have to hurl them through something? He glanced around the lobby. It’s cold as hell in here.

Hell, my friend, is not cold.

If anyone knows that, it’d be you.

Go to hell. Damn perceptive of a human to feel the chill in the air. Why didn’t you restrain him? You had him in the goddamn car.

The cop scratched his head and coughed. Well, he… shit, man, I wasn’t expecting him to jump out before I cuffed him.

Did you expect him to grab your gun? Barringer handed the pistol over.

Thanks. Uhh, the department is going to hear about this -- could you work with me on a story?

"Jakes, I got it. In the future, cuff them first. Hell, I’d have cuffed him, then knocked the bastard out before I tossed him in the car."

We can’t do that shit, man.

Ringer grunted. And that’s why I’m not a cop.

Barringer had been coerced into moving west from New Orleans by a friend, and he’d found the perfect spot to call home and to play at being a private investigator; an excellent cover for his kind. Oro Grande, California, smaller than the neighboring city of Victorville, would be missed if you blinked driving through. Both cities were tiny in comparison to Los Angeles, but crime was on the rise in the high desert with more and more people moving into the area. Today, he hunted in Apple Valley, a town known by most as the home of Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, famous for their cowboy movies.

Ringer had been in residence for a few months, and he loved the desert and surrounding mountains. As promised, it provided the ability to hide in plain sight, something he and the others often did to avoid trouble. Local law enforcement accepted the fact he was here to stay and overlooked his volatile episodes as long as he didn’t kill anyone.

But the day was young.

Anyway, the quarry he hunted wasn’t human -- no one would miss the demonic piece of shit except Lucifer.

The demon mix had turned malevolent and jeopardized creatures in the area by mutilating humans. Something not permitted without dire repercussions. When he caught the horned bastard, he’d silently rip his throat out. No human would be the wiser, and the others would thank him for a job well done.

Watching the officers drag the now-cuffed thief from the hotel, he stopped Jakes. Tell your captain I’ll pay for the damages. Money was no object. Hundreds of years making it, and stealing some, would have listed him among billionaires. Though he managed to stay off the Forbes radar, he had made a couple of the best-dressed lists. Glancing past the razor-sharp creases in his black tailor-made slacks, he again eyed the Italian leather encasing his feet. If Jakes had stepped on a toe, he’d have sent him skidding on his ass across the floor. The thought made him smile.

Sniffing the air, he caught an odd scent. He knew most creatures in his neck of the woods. This one was new. He stood stock-still in the center of the lobby and waited. Nothing could hide from him for long; in fact, this one didn’t seem to be hiding. He knew his eyes, cloaked behind sunglasses, were now red instead of violet as he searched the space. Seconds ticked by as he shut out the noise and separated the smell from all the others.

Bloody hell, he whispered. Christ, she was magnificent. Tall, but not skinny, she had curves in all the right places, and legs that seemed to go on forever beneath a pair of white mid-thigh shorts. The tan tee shirt accentuated her bronze skin, and her tousled brown hair stopped above her neck. A neck Ringer watched the pulse throb in from where he stood. His mouth watered and he struggled to keep his fangs from elongating. He’d never exhibited a great like for her kind yet his dick soared to attention and he used every ounce of power to bring the room to a standstill. It had been at least a hundred years since he had reacted to any woman in this manner.

It shocked the shit out of him when she moved. Her head turned and she stared straight at him with red, glowing eyes. Then she smiled and disappeared.

A demi-vamp with the ability to vanish!

I will find you. She left a trail no one else in the hotel but he could follow if he chose. He didn’t, not yet. Barringer had questions and he decided to start his exploration in Arrowhead at The Cemetery, a club owned by Split Kryder, an old and trusted friend also vampire and an ex-Slayer.

* * *

Barringer Ganteau. What pulled your ass from the desert heat?

He smelled the area. Shifters, demons, and her. Ringer stifled the impulse to ask Split how she came to be in his club. I’m surprised I don’t see you there much.

I’ve grown used to being a cold bastard. Snow suits me.

Ringer eyed the man lounging against the bar. Split Kryder pushed his black ponytail over his shoulder and glared at him with signature vampire violet eyes. The man attempted to delve in his mind. You don’t get to rummage through my thoughts. He mentally shoved the older vampire from his head. No easy feat.

Split chuckled. Just thought I’d cut to the chase.

Give me the short version.

The council wants information.

Regarding who sired her, no doubt. Her exotic aroma lingered in his nostrils. So why haven’t you delivered her to them?

Split shrugged. No hurry.

A tiny woman exited the hallway and made a beeline for Split. Ringer’s sense of smell told him she was part demon, which surprised him. He didn’t figure his friend for bedding what they often ended up hunting and slaying. Hey, baby. She smiled and her demon red eyes sparkled. This must be the indomitable Barringer Ganteau out of New Orleans. Split talks about you quite a bit. I’m Cicalee.

Split acknowledged his current lover with a kiss on the neck, after which, he licked her pulse, bit her, and took a mouthful of blood. A very vampy thing to do. Something Barringer was sure he did to let her know who was in charge. Demi-vamps had limited areas they could traverse and male vampires usually tailed them. Vampires were stronger, quicker, and more adept at mind reading and the tricks of vanishing.

We got a malevolent in Apple Valley.

I’ve heard.

Kryder, will you warn any female vamps in the area? If there’s one, there’s two of the fuckers. Malevolents tended to travel in packs.

I can do that.

I’m tired of this shit, man. You don’t know what they’re like nowadays. Barringer had slain thousands of the filthy bastards over the years. Maybe I want to settle down.

Like hell you do. Split grunted. You love the kill, Ringer, always did.

You didn’t?

His friend’s eyes darkened. I haven’t for a very long time.

I’ll handle it tonight, hopefully before they overpower and violate one of our women.

If only our women were as strong as us males. Split reached for his drink and took a swallow.

The mixed pieces of shit more often than not became diseased and would ravage female vamps, leave them with demon-mixed baggage in their bellies. Personally, I think we should round up all demi-vamp offspring and lock them away. They’re the real problem. Pure demons, unaffected by disease, remained on the fringes of society, leaving humans unharmed, probably at the behest of Satan. Anyway, they were no match for a strong vampire, hence, they left them undisturbed. Demi-vamps, because of their parentage, craved blood. A definite no-no, especially since they didn’t have fangs. What they left of a body was a gory mess.

They will eventually attract attention.

You dirty, rotten, vampire. Cicalee jerked from Split’s arms. We are not all malevolent. Her red eyes swirled with anger. We have a right to life also.

The room temperature plummeted, a dead giveaway Barringer had lost control. When you start hunting and killing the sick fucks, you get a say in who lives.

Enough. Split eased the woman beside him away. "Chérie, I’ll join you soon."

Don’t be long, dinner is ready, and it’s very rare. She glanced at Ringer. Join us if you don’t mind sitting with a mixed breed at the table.

After she’d walked away, he concentrated on Split. Is the other demi-vamp part of why you asked me to join you out here?

Maybe. His friend stared at him. When did you become so callous?

Go to hell, Kryder. Heat rose in Ringer’s eyes and his fangs slipped down. Damn lucky it’s unlawful to fill them with our seed, right? The council had strict laws about male vamps spawning with female demons. It had happened and the resulting creatures, hunted while young by the best vampire slayers, were captured and turned over to the council. No one ever saw them again.

Vampires intended to remain pure and at the top of the food chain.

Try as he might, Barringer couldn’t breach the man’s mental path. Goddamn hoodoo voodoo blood was a pain in the ass. It formed a miasma of bullshit to cut through before anything useful could be gathered. Kryder, what the hell is going on? Barringer had scoured the world slaying malevolents with the man glaring at him, knew the bastard well. Pushing the vamp would get him nothing. But Ringer wasn’t one to tread lightly. Talk or I walk.

What the hell is hoodoo voodoo? Split squinted. The council is not very happy with your track record regarding humans. They may yet send me to stick a pin in your ass.

She’s close. Try it.

You can’t kill every piece of human scum you run into. It’s not acceptable.

As far as I’m concerned, it’s as acceptable as deadly supernaturals being left to roam the earth.

I wanted you here in the west to keep an eye on you. It’s your last chance. Split sighed. I can’t protect you from the council forever.

Bullshit. Did the woman really think she could sneak up on him? Barringer spun on his seat and grabbed the demi-vamp by the waist. Honey, you’ll never catch me unaware, especially carrying the scent of human blood recently ingested.

Humans tend to smell of their last meal.

Ringer looked into the prettiest crimson-colored eyes he’d ever seen, a sign demon blood filled her veins. Yet, she had fangs and her eyes briefly flickered violet. Strange. I’m pure vampire, honey. I digest blood differently.

You still have trouble with garlic.

Lips curled but the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

Split twisted to leave, but Barringer wasn’t done with him. Don’t go, you’ve yet to tell me why I’m really here, and don’t give me crap about the council. Though he hadn’t taken his friend’s blood for years, seventy-five or eighty decades of canvassing the world with Split meant he took his blood to heal wounds. It gave Ringer a slight advantage -- it meant he also carried a minute amount of old and strong island blood. Enough so that right now he strolled through the female’s mind as if it was Sunday afternoon in the park. Is there something else you want to tell me? He kept his eyes on the demi-vamp.

Split sighed. You’re on the edge.

I’m not a malevolent, man.

You’ve taken enough of their diseased blood to be close enough.

So have you.

The woman in front of him leaned in and sniffed his hair. Smells sort of funny to me. She peered at his friend. You are sure he is house-trained?

Hair on the back of his neck rose. You play with fire, you get burned. Ringer stood, pulled the mixed creature into his arms. I’ve found out much, but not a name.

Armada. She continued to snuffle the air. It is good to meet you, Barringer Ganteau.

He whispered in her ear, Armed warrior. The name suits you. From what he uncovered in her mind, she had fought malevolents and won. He discerned she carried old blood and more strength than a pure female vampire. What the fuck! You have my name, but you don’t know me. His incisors hadn’t receded, no need to waste them being readily available. Before she could pull back, he bit deep into her vein. When he felt her body stiffen, he stopped. But not before he’d taken enough to know most thoughts and her whereabouts no matter how far she drifted. Nice. He licked his lips. Now you know me. Familiar, yet…

You son of a…

"Bitch? Yes, cher, but you got too close to the flame."

I had heard, and expected, you were a southern gentleman.

How have you survived making such assumptions? Ringer chuckled at her angry expression. He twisted away from her and spoke to Split. Tell Cicalee we’ll take her up on her offer another time perhaps.

Armada glared at him with fire in her eyes. You do not speak for me.

But I do. He glanced at Kryder. Since I’m evidently your keeper.

Her hand flashed toward his neck.

Ringer captured it in a vise-like grip. Too slow, honey.

Maybe I won’t be next time.

He grabbed her around the waist, let her see into his mind, and smiled.

Don’t you dare take me from here!

The air grew static when their body temperatures collided. Her fear disturbed him briefly. Hearing Split’s voice in his head caused him to push the thought to the back of his mind. Keep her safe, my friend.

The dark spot Barringer glimpsed in the woman’s mind interested him enough to want to find out more.

First, he had to tame a demi-vamp virago.

* * *

Something to drink?

I’m not drinking your blood. Armada strained to keep him from seeing her innermost thoughts. Other things he didn’t need to know were locked deep in her mind. So damn deep not even Armada could reach them. Yet she felt them there.

I’m not offering my blood. I meant a glass of wine. He leaned over her in the chair and sniffed. Don’t be nervous.

I’m not.

The sound of his laughter grated on her nerves, enticing her to strike at him again.

Do it. Give me a reason to restrain your sweet ass.

I dare you. I’ll…

It seemed as if his violet eyes could see straight through to her soul. Shit, honey, you smell like sex happened already; don’t push it or I’ll take you. He stood, turned from her, and walked out of the room. She listened as his steps retreated toward the back of the house.

He’d do it too, and it was irrational as hell, but the idea of him restraining her, touching her in any way, made her wet. Didn’t help any that the jackass was drop-dead gorgeous. Those vampire violet eyes and the long black hair set her heart stirring. His shoulders were broad enough to take Atlas’s place holding up the world. Armada had a thing for narrow hips, long legs and muscular thighs. Barringer was probably six feet four and he sure had the other parts. She’d eyed his crotch more times than she wanted to count considering she’d known him only a few hours.

And he hated demi-vamps.

Damn. Please don’t let her be attracted to the bastard who killed her kind without a second thought. Armada became so pissed she could spit nails. Why in the hell had Split done this? She didn’t need or want a keeper. Her turning malevolent was as likely as a toad becoming a prince. Her heritage interested the council, and she knew that from Split, but why? They’d get very little from her.

Armada didn’t know her father.

Shaking her head, she remembered her mother believed herself to be some kind of voodoo priestess, and before dying from an unknown disease, she uttered one word repeatedly.

Sophie.

The day after she died, the house burned to the ground.

There was a bank account, and money continued appearing every month, providing Armada the means to build a small cabin on her own. No one visited or cared about the voodoo trash living in the woods. She had spent the next three years living alone and afraid of what was happening to her. Until Split Kryder showed up to drag her to the high desert of California, Armada lived a scared, lonely existence. That was forty-two years ago -- Armada had been twenty.

She didn’t look a day older than she had on the fateful day Split had saved her life.

Armada also didn’t know then what she was or why she craved blood. She had hunted in the dark of night and lived on raw animal meat. Her body became emaciated and she dwindled away to nothing. When Split found her, she sat by a tree in the dark, unable to capture an animal and ease her hunger. She would have died from lack of sustenance. Split fed her his blood, made her healthy again, and taught her all she knew about how a vampire lived.

That was all she remembered. She didn’t remember a childhood, she