Author Charlie Richards

Giving love and imagination free reign


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Vampires, Demons, & Priests, Oh My!

A Loving Nip: Book Eleven

Just a little Love Bite: Accepting your past, for good or ill, is key to moving forward.

As a demon, Belial has existed for millennia. Having missed his first chance at bonding with his amina a thousand years before, and with his second thousand years of service coming to a close, he's keen to seek out that special someone. He needs to bond with that one key person, binding him to the mortal plane and freeing him from the Horseman of War's service. Before seeking out that special person, Belial heads up one last mission to incite a skirmish between a vampire coven and a group of humans. To his surprise, he scents his amina near the vampire coven about to be attacked. Belial comes face to face with the blood-crazed vampire Gabriel...who Belial learns was tortured and experimented on by the very humans set to attack the coven. For the first time in his life, Belial joins a side. While he might save the coven, can he figure out a way to save his own amina...giving them both a chance at a future?

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    His stomach cramped. Pain spiked through his midsection Hungry. He stared at the dark-haired, lean male that sat in the chair. The guy tipped his chair back, the front legs several inches off the ground, as he rocked back against the wall.

Hungry!

Slamming against the metal bars, he watched with satisfaction as the man tumbled backward. He watched the flex and play of the muscle beneath the man’s skin. As he saw the tendon of his neck bulge slightly while picking up the chair and setting it upright, his stomach cramped again.

He licked his lips. His fangs ached. He longed desperately to sink his fangs into the man’s flesh, giving him access to the heady life-giving fluid he knew lay just beneath. He’d drink deeply, and it would taste so good!

The man sat wearily into the chair and rubbed his palms over his face. When the dark-haired man lifted his head and fixed his gaze on him, his features were fixed in such an odd expression. Wrapping his hands around the bars of the cage, he sneered, suddenly recognizing the look.

Pity.

I don’t need pity.

I need food, blood.

I need to get out of here.

Turning away from the view of the man guarding him, he began to pace. He glanced over every inch of his cell, searching, searching. Flexing and releasing his fingers, he ignored the pinch of pain on his palms caused by his claws.

There must be a way out. Then…I can hunt.