A Love Dipped in Blood: The Elite 100, #1

By Suzzana C Ryan

Handsome seasoned playboy Alex Breslin owns the largest publishing house in New York City. He has a very well-kept secret; he's over two hundred years old. His boyish good looks and silver hair offset his tall, buffed body. Alex Breslin has it all, money, power, and women, but he lacks the one thing his cold heart craves love. However, a creature such as he can't love or will dare to because he's a vampire.

Tracey Reagan is a romance writer and closet empath and has just been offered a contract with Breslin Publishing. Her meeting with Alex Breslin is one she'll never regret. Her undeniable attraction to the handsome publisher will start her on a journey of lust, desire, and self-awareness. Could it end in boundless love?

She'll enter a world that humans believe does not exist. She'll love and be loved like no woman before her. She'll become a creature that lives between two worlds, all for the love of one man. Tracey Reagan will have a passion born of night and a love dipped in blood. Alex Breslin will change her human life forever.

 

Book one of an epic vampire series. The Elite 100

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bitten Press LLC
• Release date: Jun 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223124092

Suzzana C Ryan

About the Author Suzzana C. Ryan is a wife, mother, and grandmother. She has always wanted to be a writer. She began this journey in 2011, and an indie publisher published her first work, A Vampire for her Birthday. Then she was diagnosed with breast cancer. However, that news never changed her dreams. She wrote even during her darkest days undergoing treatment and surgery. She got lost in her fantasies. Today she is still writing and has conquered her demons and disease. Her advice is never to let go of your dreams. Go for it. She's written over thirty books and will continue to create romance stories that people love to read. http://www.suzzanacryanromanceauthor.blogspot.com http://www.suzzanacryan.blogspot.com Thank you,  Suzzana C Ryan http://www.suzzanacryanromanceauthor.blogspot.com Facebook, Twitter

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CHAPTER TWO

Jennifer

Alex was, by most standards, better than average in size. His cock matched his large, hard physique. The second night they were together, Alex became bold, making love to his wife and showing her how they could give one another pleasure. When he ventured down her torso, his mouth kissed the patch of dark hair between her soft thighs. He felt her stiffen her body. Sweetheart, relax. What I’m about to do will give you pleasure, you’re my wife, and every last piece of you belongs to me.

Alex, she sighed. I know nothing of what men and women do together. I trust you.

My love, I will always be gentle with you and try to please you.

She relaxed as Alex dipped his head between her legs and tasted her, finding her clit. Her fingers gripped his full head of hair. Alex smiled as he continued to bring her to a smashing climax.

Alex was no novice to what a woman needed and wanted. His amorous adventures at the city’s expensive brothels had taught him well.

Jennifer’s body responded, her vagina contracting on his experienced tongue. He was never so happy in his life and loved her. Jennifer never pushed him away, telling him she experienced several orgasms each time they made love. Alex fell deeper and deeper in love with Jennifer. She was his rock.

Alex and Jennifer had a happy and fulfilling life together. Their love grew through the years, as did their family. She gave him three handsome, healthy sons, and in return, Alex adored her until she passed away and broke his heart.

He was thankful she didn’t suffer too long before she left him. He missed her terribly, and he had become harder and more sinister as the years passed.

Alex not only missed their lovemaking, but he also missed her soft curves. He began to frequent houses of ill repute, looking for women with more than average attributes. Then one of his sons noticed he was drinking a lot more, gambling, not coming home night after night, and spending it in the arms of willing and trained whores. Alex figured he was close to sixty and would soon join his dead wife, so he went with his desires.

However, that scenario would play out very differently for Alexander Breslin.

He’d become attached to a beautiful whore at an upper-class brothel. She reminded him of Jennifer because of her dark beauty, full breasts, hips, and soft alluring curves. She was also meticulous in her hygiene, demanded a steep price, and only saw specific clients, and Alexander headed the top of her list.

She had a strange hold on him that drove him to her and expertise in lovemaking that kept him aroused for hours. Over the last year, Alex became incredibly adventurous sexually, and Antoinette, his high-priced whore, had become a party to his adventurous nature.

Alex was a man with very few fears. Alex feared war because he wasn’t ready to die. He knew war was coming, and he would be there to fight to free the country he loved.

Unfortunately, war brought out the worst in men and resulted in many unnecessary deaths. Women didn’t understand the concept of war, and he was trying to explain it to Antoinette, his beautiful courtesan.

We go to war to keep your pretty asses safe, my dear, he said, twirling a piece of her dark hair in his finger.

Alex, trust me, I don’t need you to keep me safe, and I’m very good at doing that myself, she replied as she put a grape to his mouth.

Are you? Should I be scared, my dear, he said as he rolled her onto her back.

Alex, you’re insatiable, but you don't need to worry. I don’t think I need to protect myself from you, Antoinette said as he caressed her soft and ample breasts.

I beg to differ, Antoinette; I think you need to protect yourself from what I’m thinking and what I’m going to do to you, he said as he opened her legs and buried himself deep inside her.

Antoinette let out a small cry of pleasure as he worked diligently to bring them both to a pleasurable end. He was one of a kind, and Antoinette hadn’t been with a man like him in a long time. He was an amazing lover and had the stamina of a man half his age. He was also the most beautiful man she had ever seen, and she contemplated making him a proposition. When he came and pulled his spent cock from her, he got out of her bed. She frowned and patted the bed for him to stay longer.

Nope, sweetheart, my sons are waiting for me, and we have a lot to discuss about the future of the Americas, he said as he dressed.

Stupid men, war only kills. I’m not happy, Alex. I don’t want to see you destroyed because of a stupid war. I’ll make a deal with you, agree, and you will, she said, holding out her arms in a display of affection.

And what deal is that? he asked, eyeing her arms and considering her offer.

Simple, love, give me your soul, she said.

One woman had my soul, and she’s gone. However, if having my soul makes you happy, then beauty, it’s yours. Happy? My soul belongs to you, and now I have to go. I will see you next week and make sure you are available, he said as he winked at her. He took his hat, opened the door but then turned and went back to the bed, grabbed and kissed her. He put on his hat, turned, and left.

Antoinette leaned back on her pillow and smiled. Alexander Breslin just sold his soul to the devil, which was easier than she imagined.

She sneered at the thought of having him for eternity. When the time came for him to make good on his promise, she would show him what it was to be immortal like her. She was hungry, actually ravenous. Being with Alex always did that to her.

She stood up and opened her armoire, and chose a black gown. She then pinned up her hair and grabbed her cape. She opened the window and looked into the dark, beautiful night, thinking it was an excellent night for hunting. Antoinette put her heeled foot on the ledge and jumped the two stories to the ground, a simple task for a vampire. She then disappeared into the night to quench her thirst.

CHAPTER THREE

April 1775

Alexander Breslin and his sons were ready to fight for their freedom from England. They would be joining forces with other landowners in the area. Alex was proud of his boys and knew that whatever the outcome, they would make him proud.

Alex was now sixty and still going strong. He still frequented the most prestigious whorehouses in the city, infuriating his pretty daughters-in-law.

Dad, it’s so embarrassing. Many of the women in town know what you are up to. Joan, Aaron’s wife, said at dinner.

They know I’m a healthy male and require a female regularly. Are they looking for my companionship? Half of them want someone to boss around. Alex said teasingly.

You’re impossible. You should be ashamed of yourself at your age, she said.

And what’s wrong with a man my age still being able to make love to a woman? I suppose you plan to cut your husband off when he reaches my age? Alex said as he sat back and stared at her.

Dad, I don’t think that is any of your business. It would be best to rest at your age, carousing around like a twenty-year-old. It is just not natural, she said, red-faced.

Aaron piped up, Women, they hate to talk about it, but when they enjoy it, they are as subtle as a big old locomotive train coming through, he said, laughing.

Oh, Aaron. Joan shrieked at him. She hit him on his large, muscular shoulder, and he winked at her. She turned redder than before.

Honey, do I have to prove a point later on, he said, now grabbing her small hand.

Robert and his wife Casey both choked on their food, laughing.

I have to agree with you, Aaron. Casey’s the same way, always asking for more. Oh, yes, please, he said, mimicking his wife, Casey.

Casey now stood up. You two are disgusting, but if you two weren’t so damn good-looking, you’d be on your knees begging for it, she said, then gave him a sexy little smile. And then there is one small little detail. Damn it, Robert, you are good in bed! Casey said. Robert laughed heartily, pulled her onto his lap, and kissed her cheek. Casey was on the verge of being beautiful with her green eyes and dark chestnut hair.

Well, honesty at last, honey, I’m good at it. Jesus Casey, you little hussy, giving away my secrets before my father! Robert roared, the love for his beautiful wife so evident on his handsome face. Both of Alex’s sons laughed, and their wives along with them.

Alex was happy that both his sons had found stunning women who loved them and enjoyed being with them. Alex always told his boys that women were the glue that held a man together. He explained the female body was delicate and made for men to love and respect.

He never deterred them from visiting whorehouses. Better a professional than a man’s innocent daughter. Schooled by a whore, who knew her business and what women needed as well as men.

He also stressed fidelity in their marriages and understanding. He wanted his sons to be good men, good fathers, and good to the women they loved.

Jennifer insisted that just because they were boys didn’t exempt them from emotions and caring. His wife had been an intricate part of their growing up as decent, honest, strong men.

Alex had five grandchildren, three toddlers, and two new babies who now began crying. This was Alex’s queue to get up and smoke his pipe outside. He went to the dining room's large fireplace and got his pipe ready.

His thoughts were far away from his family and on the impending doom of the revolution against Great Britain. It was April 1775, and the American colonies were getting restless. He knew his sons would leave their families behind and fight for freedom. Alex didn’t want that to happen, and leaving his daughters-in-law defenseless against a bunch of British redcoats made him