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Kiss of Death by Valentina Cilescu
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Length: 224 pages
Publisher:
Robinson (September 27, 2012)
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by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
Language:
English
ASIN:
B009EP7Q2M
Blurb
:
Death and Lust and
Vampires!
In the forgotten and
bricked-up cellars of Winterbourne Hall, the Master's spirit feasted . . . At
last, his deliverance was at hand. Hidden deep in the English countryside,
Winterbourne Hall is the finest whorehouse in the land, where no fantasy is too
wild to be acted out, no desire is too outrageous to be satisfied - and in its
splendid isolation, secrets stay safe. Andreas Hunt is a cynical tabloid
journalist. He lives a louche lifestyle, with any number of willing women at
his fingertips - but he doesn't want most women. Most women bore him. He wants
Mara, the luscious-bodied white witch, who has seduced him thoroughly. Where
Mara leads, he follows - and she leads him to Winterbourne, where commences a
sexual adventure that will soon become a deliciously forbidden nightmare: for
at Winterbourne, Andreas will meet the Master, a real life sex vampire . . .
Kiss of Death is razor sharp erotica at its edgiest and most thrilling. The
first in a captivating series.
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Excerpt:
1:
Winterbourne
It was happening at
last.
The Master was awakening:
his immortal soul was rising through seas of consciousness, thoughts
unfreezing, clarifying, memories melting the icy prison of enforced
forgetfulness.
His spirit hovered,
like a formless black shadow of unspeakable evil, above his motionless body,
trapped and impotent within the unforgiving crystal; looked down upon the heavy
lid of the sarcophagus and was filled with rage, grief and the longing for
sweet revenge.
But his powers were
still at a low ebb. There was a dim flickering where before there had raged a
sulphurous furnace of chaotic energies, the servants of his perverse and
terrifying desires.
He was going to need
time, imagination, cunning. But he was patient. He could wait. The world would
know his power once again, and this time there would be no mistake.
There had been long
years of imprisonment, betrayal, defeat. But he was back now. The arrogant
fools had thought they could kill him: that in trying to kill his body they
could annihilate his spirit. Soon they would know that there are some things in
this world that are beyond understanding: some things that never, ever die.
He wondered what had
provided the stimulus to his reawakening, what had struck the spark of
consciousness into his frozen heart. In his weakened state, he was still blind.
He could not even see his own face, fixed in an expression of unbearable agony
beneath the heavy stone coffin lid.
He did not even know
where he was. His memories were muddled, clouded by pain and long slumber. A
dark cellar, somewhere beneath a great stately home. That was all he could
recall. A silent and deserted place, walled up and forgotten for – how many
years? He could not tell.
But he could feel.
And already he sensed the power-source, as yet just a trickle of feeble
electricity, but soon, soon he knew, to burst forth into a great surge of
life-giving energy.
The sexual energy on
which he fed. The power-surge generated out of the chaos of frenzied coupling.
Someone, somewhere very close at hand, was preparing an orgy and, although they
did not realise it, the Master was to be their honoured guest.
The girl wore
nothing but a thin white shift made of the thinnest, most diaphanous cotton
lawn. Her body was pale, firm, perfect: the body of a young and beautiful girl.
She could not have been more than eighteen years old at most.
‘Beautiful,’
breathed Delgado, reaching out a bronzed hand and running an incautious finger
down the girl’s cool, white arm. She shivered slightly, as though she were
cold, but she did not flinch. The girl seemed unusually docile, and her eyesale
stared almost sightlessly before her. ‘You have drugged her?’
‘Of course,’ replied
Madame LeCoeur. ‘A little injection to calm her down, a shot of something to
make her more . . . receptive. Our lovely little child will enjoy her
initiation, never fear. It was so good of Herr Königsberg to volunteer his
daughter’s . . . services . . . for our opening night. Such beauty should not
be wasted. Among us, she will learn to be a skilled whore. One day, she will
thank her father for what he has done to her tonight . . .’
Delgado surveyed the
girl and took in her charms. Tall, slim-waisted and full-hipped, her body was
enough to delight any man. The bright blonde triangle of her pubis showed
clearly through her thin dress and proved that she was a natural blonde. Her
pert breasts were cherry-tipped and hard, bearing witness to the efficacy of
Madame LeCoeur’s aphrodisiacs. Her eyes were a brilliant blue: clear and deep
as an August sky. He was pleased with her. He turned to Madame LeCoeur: ‘You
are quite certain that she is a virgin?’
‘You would like to
see, perhaps?’
Delgado nodded. He
was not easily moved by feminine beauty. A lifetime spent masterminding white
slavery and the brothels of Marrakesh had left his palate jaded, and it took
something exceptional to whet his appetite these days. He noted with approval
and some surprise that he was salivating, and his hardened penis was bulging
appreciatively inside his Savile Row trousers.
‘Lie down on the
bed, child.’
Slowly, mechanically,
like a sleepwalker, the girl obeyed. Her pale golden hair flowed over the
pillow as she lay down on the blue silk bedspread.
‘Pull up your shift.’
*****
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