Roses Are Red: Spicy Vampire Romances, #4
By Kenzie Skye
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In the heart of a neon-lit city, where shadows intertwine with secrets, a vampiress walks. Selene, with her icy blue eyes and hair like spun moonlight, has prowled the earth for centuries.
Until one fateful night changes everything.
As Selene hunts for sustenance in the city's underbelly, she locks eyes with Marcus, a mortal whose presence stirs something ancient within her. Drawn together by an unbreakable bond, they navigate a world where love transcends the boundaries of mortality and immortality.
But mortals and immortals aren't meant to be.
Selene and Marcus must confront their own desires and the darkness that threatens to consume them both.
Will their love conquer all, or will they be lost to the shadows forever?
Kenzie Skye
Kenzie Skye writes romance for every dimension. Her paranormal romances are over the top and always feature obsessed heroes who will do anything for the women they love. Go to www.authorkenzieskye.com for a free book!
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Roses Are Red - Kenzie Skye
One
Selene
Rain speckles my skin as I saunter down the slick streets, the drizzle a mere whisper against the immortality of my flesh. The neon chaos of the metropolis pulses around me—a symphony of cerulean, magenta, and electric lime that dances in reflections on the pavement. My eyes, crystalline blue and sharp as the edge of night, catch every flickering shadow, every potential prey that skulks in this urban jungle.
Hunger coils within me, tight and insistent, but it's not just for the warm, sweet rush of blood tonight. No, there's a deeper craving gnawing at the core of me—a yearning that’s rooted in the marrow of my ancient bones.
For centuries, I've walked these paths, cloaked in beauty and power, a predator among sheep. Yet beneath this alabaster skin and the cascade of moonlit hair lies a heart weary from the relentless march of time. Solitude has been my only constant companion, its cold embrace more intimate than any lover's touch.
Another night. Another fleeting taste of life that isn't mine to keep.
I glide past throngs of mortals, their lives burning so fiercely bright and oh-so-ephemeral. They're ignorant of the darkness that shimmers at the periphery of their vision—the darkness that I am. Every beat of their hearts is a drumroll to my senses, every pulse a siren call.
Is this all there is? The thought creeps in unbidden, a shadow stretching over the glow of my existence. It's a dangerous question—one that could unravel the fabric of what I've become. But it haunts me nonetheless, a ghostly refrain that keeps pace with the staccato rhythm of my heels against the wet street.
With each step, I feel the weight of countless decades resting upon my shoulders, a mantle woven from isolation and the silken threads of unspoken desires. What I wouldn't give for a single moment of genuine connection, a spark to ignite the tinder of my soul and set it ablaze with something more...something real.
Enough. I chide myself, shaking off the melancholy like droplets from the rain. Tonight isn't about existential brooding. It's about survival, about the hunt.
And yet, as I prowl through the city's veins, I can't help but wonder if amidst this sea of humanity, there might be someone who could understand the eternity etched in my gaze.
The neon glow splinters across the pavement, a fractured rainbow slick with rain, as I slip through the crowd. People are blurs of color and noise, their heartbeats thrumming in my ears like a relentless drum, promising life, promising warmth.
But then, a mortal catches my eye.
He's all effortless motion, this man, threading his way through the masses with an ease that speaks of innate self-assurance. He's unaware of the shadows that cling to the edges of this world.
Of creatures like me who watch from the darkness.
His routine seems so mundane, so deliciously human. A touch to his watch, a glance at the street signs, every step taken with purpose. Yet he's anything but ordinary. There's a confidence to him that sets my senses alight, a vibrancy that beckons me closer.
I can't help it. I'm drawn in, like a moth to flame. With each step he takes, I feel a pull, an invisible thread winding around my cold, undead heart. It's ludicrous, this sensation, this raw curiosity that blooms within me. It's dangerous—for him, for me.
He continues on, blissfully ignorant of my gaze.
He stops at a crosswalk, the light painting him in shades of urgency—red, yellow, green. Go, it signals, and he does, with a fluidity that's more dance than walk. My eyes never stray, and there's a tightness in my chest that's been absent for centuries.
Two
Marcus
The night air nips at my skin, but I don't feel the cold—not really. It's more like a whisper of sensation, a footnote