Tales of the Blood Moon Coven Series

After waking up alone in her apartment, Alice decides that she must see Nashira again and contacts Elle, the ony person who can help her locate the Blood Moon coven. Once she reconnects with Nashira, however, Alice begins to realize the woman is not the benevolent "good" vampire she had envisioned. Don't miss out on part of two of this lesbian romance series!   -- Alice looked up at Nashira in surprise. "You . . . kill people?!"     Nashira smiled without showing any teeth. "My darling, I am a vampire. And what's more, I have no qualms about it. I kill because I have to, but I enjoy the feeding . . . Just as you enjoy your cheeseburgers and your French fries, I am certain."     Alice scowled. "But people aren't cheeseburgers!"     "I beg to differ," said Nashira, gazing at the distant manor on the hill. "I suppose we shall see if you are willing to stay after all you shall witness in my lair."  

When Alice is invited to a party by her friend, she is shocked to discover that many of the "guests" are vampires. In fact, she has walked unwittingly into a vampire coven! When the leader of the coven takes a particular interest in the scent of her blood, Alice loses her virginity . . . and nearly her life. Don't miss this lesbian vampire romance! --   Alice stared again. "Elle, is this a cult?" she hissed in a low undertone. She was amazed when Elle laughed.     Seeing Alice's wild confusion, Elle stopped laughing and cast her eyes down. "You promise you won't freak out if I tell you what's going on here?"    Alice waited.    "This is a vampire coven," said Elle heavily.     Alice stared. "Elle . . . Are you drunk?"  

When Elle finally convinces Victoria to attempt turning her into a vampire, Victoria throws a funeral party, inviting Alice and Nashira along. Alice is terrified that Elle will not survive the turning, but her fears are soothed when Victoria "comforts" her in the courtyard. Don't miss another chapter from this lesbian vampire series!   -- Elle sat on the couch, book in hand, watching with a sort of horrified fascination through the open sitting room door as Victoria sat a young woman on the white dining room table, knocking over a glass vase with a pink flower inside as she frantically kissed her neck. With jerking aggression, she ripped the woman's dress down over her shoulder, so that one of her large breasts popped free, and the woman screamed softly in shock, her little cheeks blushing bright as Victoria continued nuzzling her face wildly in her neck.     The woman was yet another Alice lookalike. Victoria had been bringing them to the mansion for weeks, stripping them naked and making frantic love to them before finally killing them. The girl she had brought tonight couldn't have been more than twenty, sweet-faced and rosy cheeked, with the same innocent blue eyes, narrow waist, and pale blonde hair as Alice. Her breasts, however, were not quite as large.     Victoria clutched the back of the girl's long blonde hair with a slender hand that was more like a claw, the fingers curling with translucent white nails and glittering rings. The vampire snarled and buried her contorted face in the girl's neck, and when the girl screamed softly and stiffened, Elle knew Victoria had sank her teeth.  

Anastasia is an ancient vampire of the Blood Moon coven but can't really stand many of the other vampires. She keeps to herself, living in a mansion with her young cattle, a woman named Penelope. As Anastasia starts to develop feelings for Penelope, she is chided for breaking the taboo of caring too much for her sustenance. Don't miss the fourth installment of this lesbian romance series!    -- "What do we have here?" said Nashira in her deep, silky purr of a voice. Her glowing eyes were fixed on Penelope, who had gone very still in Anastasia's grasp. Anastasia saw Alice glance up at Nashira sullenly, but Nashira ignored her disapproval, her hungry eyes fixed on Penelope.    "Her name is Penelope," said Anastasia calmly, "and she is my most recent cattle." She neglected to tell them Penelope had been with her for one year, for Nashira would be displeased to know Penelope had been hidden away.    Nashira was still staring unblinkingly at Penelope, who stared back at her with mingled fear and fascination.    "Undress her," whispered Nashira.    At this, Victoria and Martina paused in their card game, and now everyone watched as Anastasia drew close behind Penelope and unzipped the back of her tight party dress.

A furious Nashira chains Alice in her dungeon and leaves her there for three days. While imprisoned, the other cattle teach Alice how to please Nashira and avoid her wrath in the future. When Nashira has a change of heart and releases Alice from her cell, however, it quickly becomes apparent that Alice has more control over the vampire than she realized. Don't miss the next installment in this lesbian vampire series!    -- Alice went still in surprise when Anastasia's cold hand cupped her face, the rings as icy-cold as her undead skin.     "Look at me," Anastasia whispered.    Alice swallowed hard and her eyes flicked up, meeting Anastasia's bright green eyes. The glowing spheres bore into hers for a long moment, searching, but for what? Eventually, Anastasia released Alice and turned away again, as if in disappointment.     "No, you wouldn't be aware of your charms," Anastasia said, almost as if to herself. "I doubt you realize how much control you have over her, but you have it . . . for better or for worse."     Alice frowned. "What do you mean?"     "I mean, my little strumpet," said Anastasia, making Alice gasp angrily and blush to her hairline, "you have influence over Nashira, which means you have influence over the coven – which means you have influence over all of our lives." She laughed softly. "I suppose it were a good thing after all that you are nothing like Elle." So saying, she strolled away, moving toward Nashira.    -- "You and your soft, fat titties," Victoria said hungrily in Alice's ear, "pumping with blood, pulsing with your heartbeat . . . And you walk around, casually displaying them, as if they didn't drive every vampire in the room utterly mad. If only you knew how many wanted to sink their teeth in you, but they fear Nashira and her power." She laughed softly.    "And you don't?" Alice whispered breathlessly. Her sex was throbbing fast with hunger, and she felt ashamed of her lust for Victoria, afraid that Nashira would find them and punish them. 

Nashira, enraged by Alice and Victoria's affair, nearly kills Alice while drinking from her. Alice is so drained and on the brink of death that the only solution becomes her immediate turning. Once Alice is turned, however, her shocking rage and strength make it immediately clear why Nashira had been so hesitant to turn her before. Don't miss part six of this lesbian vampire romance series!   -- "My l-love," Nashira whispered in a voice that trembled, "I never meant to hurt you. To see Victoria giving you pleasure . . . I could hear how your body pulsed for her, and I confess it drove me mad. I wanted your heart to beat for me. Only me."    -- Nashira pierced her own flesh with the white, square nail of her thumb, drawing a line of red across her cleavage. The moment Nashira's blood appeared, Alice felt something in her stir. It was the deepest hunger she had ever known, deeper than arousal, sharper, and more maddening. She could hear her own heart thrumming in her ears, louder and louder, and Nashira's voice seemed distant as she gently coaxed, "Drink." 

After having been hunted by the entire coven, Elle is embarrassed when she is seen making rough love with Bianca by Alice, who shamelessly watches from a window. Since being turned into a vampire by Nashira, it seems Alice has lost a great deal of her humanity, including her respect for the privacy of others. A distraught Elle turns to Victoria, who explains what Alice has become.  --    "There are seven other covens that I know of," Agatha said.   Elle's brows went up in surprise. "Seven?"  "Yes," Agatha said calmly, the lantern setting the side of her sagging face in its glow and casting one blue eye into shadow. "Most of them stay out of Nashira's way. They're newer covens, full of fledglings and young vampires. They know better than to cross into our territory. One coven is even full of males who only desire other males – What do you call them today? Sway?"   "Gay," Elle corrected, holding back a laugh.  "Right. So they have little interest in bothering Blood Moon and have even made allies with Nashira."  "Really?" said Elle. She found that both pleasing and surprising.    --  The kiss was deliciously rough and passionate. Elle moaned, and she was melting into the kiss when Victoria suddenly snatched herself free and marched furiously from the room.     --  Elle rose from Victoria's lap, and with her high heels forgotten on the floor, she walked in bare feet toward the girl, who cringed as she came. The girl screamed softly as the firelight passed over Elle's face, and Elle knew what she had seen: the pupils narrowing against the light, the flash of fangs as Elle's lips parted in a breath of anticipation.  "Oh my God! What are you?!" the girl wailed, and horrified, she tried to flee past Elle to the door.   

As cynical vampire Vanessa hunts at the local club, she remembers a time when she was mortal prey and Nashira her mistress. When Vanessa finally chooses a woman to prey upon, she gets more than she bargained for. Don't miss the seventh story in this lesbian vampire romance series!

Worried that Elle's jealousy of Alice will ruin their wedding, Nashira seeks to cure Elle's envy by giving her what she wants: attention. A shocked (and delighted) Elle is then hunted like a mortal by the other vampires of the coven, who wish to do more than drink her blood. Don't miss the eighth installment of this lesbian vampire romance series!  -- "You have always resented that the coven desires Alice," went on Nashira calmly, "so tonight, I shall have the coven hunt you."   Elle went still. ". . . What?"  "Do not mistake my methods for cruelty but rather, a way to end your envy. You wanted to be Alice, and you shall be. You were always so busy hating and envying her," said Nashira with a shrug, "that you did not notice just how many admirers you had. I have summoned them here tonight, and I have given them permission to feed upon you, fuck you, and toy with you as they please. They will not be gentle."  Elle's mouth fell open. -- Elle's heart was pounding in her ears when Martina cupped one of her breasts and squeezed it through her dress, whispering all the while, "Finally, I can have you, without punishment, without remorse --"  "Victoria will kill you when she hears about this!" Elle mocked, loving the hungry desire in Martina's dark, glittering eyes.  Martina laughed derisively. "Victoria? She cannot stand against me!"   -- Elle was surprised to see Anastasia there. She had never before suspected that Anastasia wanted her, but the quiet burning look the vampire gave her now leant her a clue.  

Alice, having finally recovered her mind, actually loves being a vampire. Rather than resenting Nashira for formerly viewing her as prey, she sympathizes with the ancient vampire for the delimma she faced in turning Alice, and thus, risking Alice's sanity. Together, Alice and Nashira enjoy a night out, hunting women in a lesbian bar, and making love in-between each kill.  -- That night, Alice had already seduced and murdered three women, all of them handsome butch lesbians in boyish cropped jeans and undercut hair. Their hair was always dark, their eyes always gray. Indeed, they looked like younger versions of Nashira, a fact which the ancient vampire noted with much amusement when Alice met her on the edge of the dance floor.  -- Nashira only chuckled softly and held Alice from behind, enfolding the shorter woman in her arms. That night she was wearing a black suit with a white button-down shirt, but instead of an ascot, her collar was loose and unbuttoned, showing just a hint of marble-white cleavage. Her black hair, meanwhile, was flowing loose, silky-straight, and long behind her shoulders. Alice thought she looked as unbelievably beautiful as ever, like the chiseled statue of some ancient goddess, with her high cheekbones and slanted, intense eyes.  -- And afterwards, when they lay breathless and spent, Nashira would carry Alice to her coffin, and they would cuddle inside it the day through, as birds sang and sunlight played across the flowers in the garden, and they would sleep and often enter each other's dreams.