Dead Girls Don't Cry

Dead Girls Don't Cry

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Paranormal
"A week in your life, for a week in mine." I watched her taking the statement in, considering it. Years of dreaming and yearning depended on her one answer. The blood is the life, or at least that is what they say, for Scarlet this rings truer than for most. Her empty vampire life is spent siphoning the memories from her prey, experiencing a life she never knew. Until one day she concocts a plan to swap lives with a human girl named Jessica. Living as Jessica, Scarlet is able to experience for the first time what most of us take for granted; family, friends, school and, of course, her first kiss - one that does not involve drinking the person's blood for a change. But being human, as Scarlet soon learns, is not the picture perfect life she had imagined, darkness doesn't just live underground, sometimes it seeps into the lives of the living and to experience life you must also experience death, real death, not the kind you come back from. In the bowels of the Underdark Jessica, under the protection of the glamour spell, lives amongst Vampires, Witches and the Ghoul underclass. As the days go by in their week long adventure, both girls learn more about the worlds they are embroiled in; where good and evil is not so easy to differentiate and what really makes a monster.
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BOOK ONE OF THE CURSED SERIES "What's your name?" His voice was a delicate murmur in her ear. "Alice," she breathed, gasping as he nipped at her lobe. Their bodies swayed to the music, ignorant of the people around them. She was falling into the abyss of this man, of his seduction and thrall. Her stomach clenched involuntarily as he breathed her name in a throaty groan. "I like that," he murmured as he trailed his tongue down her neck, nipping at the skin at the base of her throat. Alice opened her eyes at the glaring flashing lights above them. She wanted him. Gods how she wanted him... "What's your name?" She dared to ask. Her throat was dry and parched from the heat, from the man that ground his pelvis into her ass... He chuckled, fingers trailing down her right thigh, "so responsive," he murmured as she moaned, gasping for cool air. * * * When Alice seeks out a popular club in hopes of curbing the misery that 'the one that should not be named' had caused, she most certainly didn't anticipate stumbling upon a man who would rock her world in a way that 'the one that should not be named' didn't. Nevermind the prospect of stumbling upon someone who was of another species entirely. Although, she tried to forget about that part. And let's be honest here, it's not exactly easy escaping an Alpha that claims to require Alice for his survival. But like her gramps had told her- "there's nothing like a good kick to the balls." Though, that didn't quite work in her favour a year down the line. How, do you wonder? Well, it's a damn long story to tell.

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