[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

A prophecy. A lie. A love to conquer centuries. *** Cassandra is a woman without a last name, a woman who has toiled through life just grazing the edge of survival. To her, the world is bleak and disappointing... That is until she realizes the part of the world she's seen is just a veil over the immortal one. And that her displacement has been founded and prophesied for centuries. She is a seer, a prophetess. Locked within her are the answers her tireless, blood-hungry predators search so longingly for. Her purpose is suddenly known. Like a flame to wick, everything around her ignites and burns, throwing her into the unknown, into an even tougher feat of survival. She must take shelter with a man, a stranger, someones who until this point in her life had been only mythical. Lost in Siberia, she will need to flee and disappear under his protection. There's only one problem. He's an immortal who thrives on blood. A vampire, a deserter from his species. And he's irresistible. *** Winner of The 2019 Fiction Awards: Best Paranormal*** -Book One of The Blood Lust Series- Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, past references to sexual assault/abuse, explicit violence, murder, gore, depression.

One waitress with a dark, hidden purpose that ascends the stars and galaxies. One man turned vampire to endure centuries just to ensure her protection. Two soulmates torn apart by a prophecy beyond their control. Fate had rolled the final bell, bringing death and defeat to the young waitress. The man she loved was taken from her and with his absence, the light in the world faded with the fulfilled prophecy. All hope was lost... until darkness consumed her, until giving herself willingly to that darkness. With whispers of temptation in her ears, her mortality faded away and divine power emerged, the power to defy fate and the Gods, the power to bring back her vampire from the dead. But with her immortal powers comes much more than the world is anticipating... ultimate destruction. [sequel to Blood Lust]