Friday, September 21, 2012

Unholy Embrace a Vampire Novel by Neil Benson

 Frank, a tall, young architect who learns that the beautiful woman he is sitting with in a bar with is a real vampire. She suggests they go to Frank's place. He agrees, providing evidence of the old saying "When the little head wakes up, the big head goes to sleep."

“You’re an exceptional man.” Her gaze caught mine, telling me that she was not playing any more.
“That’s quite a compliment.” I got the impression she measured me in ways I didn't understand.
“May I look through your library?” she asked, examining my bookcases.
“Sure.” I was uneasy with her tendency to ask permission after the fact.
She looked at the titles for several minutes then pulled out Dr. Bova’s book on immortality and extending life. “Immortal life holds a fascination for you,” she said. “You’ll find living a long time doesn’t bring the answers to the questions you seek.”
“Am I to assume you know that from personal experience?”
She put her finger under my chin and kissed me on the lips. “I’ve seen the passing of more seasons then you could ever imagine. Perhaps, if I like you, I’ll tell you about them.”
“That would be interesting.” I'm being seduced by a vampire. Am I out of my freaking mind?
“Hush,” Nessa said, as if she could hear my thoughts. She brushed my cheek with her fingertips, pressed her lips to mine, and parted them with her tongue. 

Unholy Embrace  is an action-packed novel about the relationship between a mortal man and his immortal female vampire lover. Together, they fight werewolves, vampires, and other creatures in their effort to kill a soul eating demon.

If this sounds interesting, and I hope it does, please follow the link and read the reviews on Amazon.
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My Red-haired Lover A dark poem of vampire love by Neil Benson

My Red-haired Lover
 Bright red hair caught my eye.
A sly, fey smile drew me in.  Musky fragrance made me reel.
My mind was not my own.
She took my hand in hers,
and led me to her car.
As we drove into the night,
her fingers played with my thigh.
She led me into her home,
and pulled my face to hers.
Cool lips pressed against mine.
Her tongue caressed my mouth.
Hot passion burnt my soul.
She took me to the bedroom.
As her dress fell to the floor,
she pulled me to her breasts.
Soon my clothes were gone.
She stroked me with her hand,
then took me in her mouth.
My body became red hot.
To bed she pulled me down,
and eased me into her.
As ecstasy drove me mad,
her fangs entered my neck.
I cried out in pain and joy.
She whispered you are mine.
I said I was her slave.
Her lover for all time.

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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

The Corpse of the Blood Drinker by P'ou Song-lin - free vampire short story

The Corpse of the Blood Drinker by P'ou Song-lin is a story about an unwelcome visitor who comes at night. The style of the story is quite different than ones we are accustomed to from the West . I encourage you to indulge yourself. Who knows what pleasures may be obtained in new circumstances?

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