Tajaé Zhang from the #DragonQueen Series, drawn by @DennisArtWorks #Art #Anime #Manga #ASMSG

Happy Friday, friends!

Today, I have a new image to share with you. I hope you like it as much as I do!

I came across an artist named David Dennis on Tumblr and I immediately jumped at the chance to work with him. He’s a great guy, who is totally unaffected by my wacky personality. *grin* I can’t wait to share more of his art with you. Many of you know I’m a HUGE anime and manga fan, which is why I was drawn to his artwork. Anime takes me to my happy place, and so does his art style.

Want to see more of his work? Swing on over to DeviantArt and check it out.

Click on the logo banner below to be directed to Dennis’ DeviantArt Gallery page.

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Now, I present to you, the badass black panther shifter from

THE DRAGON QUEEN SERIES

TAJAE ZHANG

Drawn by the very talented, David Dennisz_h_a_n_g_by_david_dennis-final

 “I’ve often asked myself, could I have you without hurting you; rouse your body in ways you never knew possible without tripping over to the dark side of my nature and taking my desire for you too far? How can I resist, when I want you more than my next breath?” ~ Tajaé Zhang

Tajaé is the second in command of the UK based Chalvaiz clan—the largest shifter clan in the world. He is ruthless, ferocious when in battle, and at times, separated from morality. But that doesn’t mean he can’t be a lover and a fighter. He is introduced in the fourth installment of the Dragon Queen Series, SHIFTING DARKNESS. In this novel, London has been thrown into a vicious zombie apocalypse. It’s up to Tajaé and his clan to eliminate the rapid spread of this demon virus before it destroys mankind as we know it.

ShiftingDarkness2An unseen war is brewing in the shadowy underworld of London. Dr. Faith Miller, a local pathologist, is exposed to the horrific reality when she stumbles upon her brother consuming the flesh of his lover.

Tajaé Zhang, the second in command of the UK based black panther pack of the Chalvaiz clan, and his fellow shifters have been systematically exterminating the walking corpses—zombies, in an attempt to control the rapidly spreading demon virus.

Secretly, he has observed Faith from afar for months. His attraction for her has grown into an untamable love. After she’s bitten and infected with the virus, Tajaé defies the laws of the shifter packs and puts his life on the line to save hers.

CRIMSON DAYS, CH 7 #FREEREAD #ASMSG #Interracial #Paranormal #Dystopia #Evanescence

CRIMSON DAYS, CH 7 #FREEREAD #ASMSG #Interracial #Paranormal #Erotica #Dystopia #Evanescence

I’m a day late with this post, but better late than never. ;)

Let’s get into CHAPTER 7 of Crimson Days. :)

This story is being developed and written as I post it. It has not been edited or doctored up. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it.

Comments are welcomed!

Enjoy!

Before reading CHAPTER 7, make sure to read the first 6 chapters. Links are below.

CHAPTER 1 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/01/crimson-days-ch-1/

CHAPTER 2 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/04/crimson-days-ch-2/

CHAPTER 3 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/08/crimson-days-ch-3/

CHAPTER 4 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/11/crimson-days-ch-4/

CHAPTER 5 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/15/crimson-days-ch-5/

CHAPTER 6 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/18/crimson-days-ch-6/

**WARNING: Not suitable for the faint of heart, prudes or those easily bothered by strong and vulgar language, graphic descriptions, urban dialect, blood-lusting hotties, kickass female warriors, sword-wielding bad asses, dark smutty sex and extreme violence.**

CRIMSON DAYS

**dystopian sci-fi, paranormal, erotic and interracial romance**

Chapter 7

My whirling emotions overwhelmed me. I didn’t know how to feel, or what to do.

Is this creature actually my loveable Roy?

CrimsonDay_finalAs the question entered my mind, I started to wonder… What if this vampire was toying with me? What if he was using my inner fear and memories to confuse me? I’d never experienced the compelling influence of a master vampire, but I’d heard much about it, mainly from victims who were lucky enough to survive the encounter.

“You’re not Roy! Get the hell off me, demon,” I hissed.

Without another word, he slid back from me and disappeared into the shadows. Though, I could still feel his presence.

Pulling the lapels of my robe together, I sat up and scooted back until my back met the door. It took a few seconds for my breathing to steady and my frantic heartbeat to normalize. At last, my eyes adjusted to the darkness shrouding the small closet. I couldn’t completely see him, but I did see the outline of his figure.

He reached for the hilt sticking out of his neck. He sighed then released a throaty groan as he pulled on the grip. The sound of my blade sliding from his flesh assaulted my ears. The dagger clanked on the concrete when he tossed it to the floor. “Ahh, that feels much better.”

I heard the continuous click of UV bomb popping off light every five seconds on the other side of the door. It was going to continue the sequence until I turned it off. My hands felt empty. I needed to have a weapon in my possession.

My dagger was somewhere on the ground next to him. It’d be too risky to make a go for it. I wanted to grab another weapon from the box to my left, but I couldn’t move. My thoughts were all over the place.

What if this creature is really Roy?

“How do I know you’re not using your vampy powers to play some sick game with me?”

“Well for one thing, I haven’t eaten you yet.” There was laughter in the reply that drifted across my mind.

That only added to my aggravation. “You are delusional as hell if you think you’re in a position to joke with me. I can still kill you if I want to.” One of the most important techniques Steve taught me during my training was how to kill a vampire without the use of a weapon. It took a lot strength and quick thinking.

“After seeing you in action, I have no doubt about that.”

“Stop using telepathy on me and speak words out loud…” I snapped, leveling my finger at his dark figure. “Yooou filthy demon, who’s pretending to be my friend!”

“It hurts to talk. It’s taking a little longer for my vocal chords to heal, so please grant me this liberty, to communicate with you, without speaking.”

Hearing his voice in my head was tearing me to pieces. Holding back the need to scream, I fisted my dreads. “Of all the people you could torture me with, why would you take his image? You are so fucking cruel.”

He titled his head. For a long moment, he said nothing. “How could I prove it to you? That I’m still the man you befriended fifteen years ago? What can I say?” Sounded more like inner thoughts than actual questions directed at me. “Should I mention that I used to live right across the hall from you in our old apartment building in New York? How about mentioning your phobia for dogs, because a pit bull attacked you when you were nine. Or maybe I should mention at the age of seven you watched a malfunctioning android rip your mother apart, and it still hurts you ‘til this day.”

By the time he stopped stirring my emotions with his words, I was crying so hard, I couldn’t breathe. My eyes stung, my heart hurt. There were only a few people in my life that knew about the android incident; Amber—my old best friend, Steve and Roy.

Jesus Christ, it really is him!

“I’m so sorry, Lexi. I had to mention things from your past to prove I hadn’t simply read your thoughts.”

Hugging my legs to my chest, I sat there bawling like a baby, trembling and shaking, wishing he had chosen somewhere else to hide.

“I wanna hold you, sweetheart. I wanna hold you so badly, but I can’t. Not while I’m like this.”

“Stop! Stop it,” I whimpered on a sob. “Give me a moment to take this all in. Give me a moment to mourn your death. My God, I can’t believe this. You’re dead! And worst off, you’re goddamn vampire!”

“Oh, Lexi…”

I wallowed in the dark silence without restraining my sorrow. The minutes ticked by like hours. Finally, the tears stopped. I wiped at my eyes with

ALEXIS

ALEXIS

the heels of my hands. “Okay, Roy…” I huffed out a deep breath and steadied my composure. “Why’d you come here?”

He didn’t answer. Yeah, it was Roy alright. The man never answered a question he thought you should already know the answer to.

“How long have you been hiding in here?”

His reply came out on a growl. “Long enough to know you’re still attracted to assholes.”

Heat soared to my face as a bout of embarrassment washed over me. He’d been here that long? Dammit. That meant he’d heard me when I lured

Sanjay into a bout of angry sex. Ugh… It was probably torturous for Roy to listen to that.

“Not as tortuous as you think,” he offered without me asking. “I enjoyed hearing you moan.” A lustful meaning lingered behind his words, but that’s not what sent me reeling.

“You better cut that shit out right now, Roy. No reading my mind. That is an invasion of privacy. It’s bad enough you’re using telepathy.”

“Well you’re the one screaming thoughts at me. Why don’t you think quieter?”

I wanted to laugh. I hadn’t moved past the shock of him being here and we had already fallen into our silly banter. “How did you get past the security—”

“By moving really fucking fast.”

“But the security drones…”

“Didn’t catch me.”

“How can you be so sure? Hell, I caught you with several stakes and you were moving pretty damn fast then.”

“Maybe you caught me because I wanted you to.”

My body quivered, my heart fluttered. “Roy…”

“Truthfully, I almost didn’t make it here. Those two UV domes are a pain in the ass. It’s a little excessive on the defense, don’t you think?”

“Apparently not excessive enough, considering you’re here. Speaking of which, how’d you get in here?”

“Believe it or not, it’s not that difficult to rewrite the security codes for this place. I just had to convince your system that I was you, then shut down the special vampire alarms to the building.”

I could totally believe that. The compound’s security was lax, since we figured a vampire would never make it this far. “Still a hacker at heart, I see,” I muttered, staring into the darkness.

Roy

ROY

Visions of his beautiful face entered my mind. Of course, it was how I remembered him, before vampirism took over. I wondered if his features changed much since the last time I saw him. When we were tussling, all I could see was a shadowy figure.

Suddenly, I needed to look at him, to see the man who I’d wish I could have once upon a time.

“Please don’t, Lexi. It’s not a pretty sight,” he cautioned.

Ignoring him, I called out. “Lights on.”

The ceiling light above flickered to life. The instant I laid eyes on Roy, I wished I would’ve remained in the dark.

Patches of blackened skin clung to his face. In other areas, his skin was missing completely, exposing his opened, raw flesh. He was literally burned from his head to his feet. The clothes he wore were in shreds, some parts stuck to his seared tissue.

He looked horrific.

Those familiar eyes were the only thing about him I recognized. Ten years ago, they were a deep cobalt blue, but now they were an icy artic blue, the color stripped by the effects of vampirism.

One leg was bent, the other was stretched out. Three of my stakes protruded from various parts of his body—his left thigh, the right side of his torso, and his shoulder.

I slapped both hands over my mouth to muffle my gasp. “Oh God, I did this,” I whimpered as more tears fell. “I did this to you.”

Smirking, he grabbed the stake sticking from his shoulder and yanked it out. A ribbon of crimson blood spiraled from the sharp tip. “More or less.”

I shot to my feet, covered my eyes and turned my back to him. “Lights out, lights out, LIGHTS OUT!” The bulb couldn’t shut off soon enough. I truly hated seeing him like that, as a grotesque image of the gorgeous man I used to know.

“Told you it I wasn’t a pretty sight.”

“Jesus, I almost killed you.” The realization hit me hard. When I attacked him, I had every intention of taking him out, and I most certainly could have.

He chuckled. The wet sound of another stake leaving his flesh made me cringe “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re not the first knight who’s tried to kill me, and I’m sure you won’t be the last.”

“Don’t laugh, it’s not funny. Roy!” I whirled around to glare at him. “Look at where you are! You have put me in an impossible position by coming here. Sure, you were crafty enough to get in, but there is no way in hell you’re getting out without facing a league of angry knights.”

“I had to come and see you,” he said on a whisper, no longer using telepathy. “If these are to be my last days, I can think of no better way to spend them than trying to get to the sun.”

Emotions I’d kept hidden surged to the forefront. I wanted to throw myself into his arms. I had to get out of this goddamn closet and put some distance between us. Not only to escape the nightmare I’d been tossed into, but to get away from my dark longing to have him.

Roy had always been that guy… the guy I shouldn’t have lusted for, the guy I shouldn’t have let get close to me, the guy who used to date my roommate and best friend back in the day. God! I’m a horrible human being. Even now, I felt the strong affection for him.

“Dammit, Roy!” I bit out on a growl. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. Why now?”

His fangy smile shimmered through the black void. “Because you need me, and I need you.”

“Yeah, you’re right about that,” I grumbled under my breath. “I need you NOT to be here.” I waited two seconds after the click of the bomb sounded on the other side of the door, signifying a break between its burst of light. I slammed my hand into the exit button. As soon as the panel slid open, I lunged into the bedroom and disarmed the grenade.

The door slid shut behind me. I leaned against it, struggling to catch my breath, struggling to find my composure. “How long does it take you to heal?”

“Well, considering my injuries… Maybe an hour or two,” he answered gruffly. “Minutes, if I feed.”

A tide of heat plummeted through me and soared around my throbbing core. The image of him sinking his fangs into my neck entered my mind, pulling a breathy gasp out of me. I felt his presence near me, even though there was a door separating us. I imagined the pressure on my jugular, his body pressed against mine… The quivering between my thighs increased. “Oh hell no! You’re living on another side of crazy if you think I’m gonna let you feed from me. Not gonna happen, bruh!”

His husky laughter sailed through the panel. “There’s my girl.”

Holding back the smile that threatened to cross my face, I stepped away from the closet. A haze flooded my mind, making me lightheaded. I felt a migraine creeping in. Should be used to those by now. “Don’t come out of there, Roy.”

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. Hurts to move anyway.”

He said the healing process would take an hour or two. Good. While he was healing, I would use the time to thoroughly check the security footage. Just because he moved at the speed of sound doesn’t mean he could dodge a drone’s radar.

I giggled deliriously as I approached my com-screen. “This is not going to end well,” I muttered to myself. “They’re gonna kill us both.”

When the council found out I was harboring a master vampire, and there was no doubt in my mind they would, a battalion of knights would knock down my front door with orders to destroy him.

As a result, I would fight in blind rage and then they would be forced to kill me too.

Copyright © 2014 by Yvonne Nicolas

All rights reserved. YN_logo_White

Stay tuned for the next chapter in Crimson Days!

What was I listening to while writing this chapter?

Evanescence ~ Never Go Back

CRIMSON DAYS, CH 6 #FREEREAD #ASMSG #Interracial #Paranormal #Erotica #Dystopia #TheNBHD

Hey there, beautiful people!

Time for CHAPTER 6 of Crimson Days. :)

Keep in mind this story is being developed and written as I post it. It has not been edited or doctored up. Nevertheless, I hope it entertains you.

Comments are welcomed!

Enjoy!

Before reading CHAPTER 6, make sure to read the first 5 chapters. Links are below.

CHAPTER 1 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/01/crimson-days-ch-1/

CHAPTER 2 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/04/crimson-days-ch-2/

CHAPTER 3 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/08/crimson-days-ch-3/

CHAPTER 4 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/11/crimson-days-ch-4/

CHAPTER 5 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/15/crimson-days-ch-5/

**WARNING: Not suitable for the faint of heart, prudes or those easily bothered by strong and vulgar language, graphic descriptions, urban dialect, blood-lusting hotties, kickass female warriors, sword-wielding bad asses, dark smutty sex and extreme violence.**

CRIMSON DAYS

**dystopian sci-fi, paranormal, erotic and interracial romance**

Chapter 6

CrimsonDay_finalFifteen minutes later, I sat in the tub filled with hot water and rose-scented bubbles. It was soothing, but it wasn’t nearly enough to stop my tears from falling. I had moved onto my second glass of wine and I wasn’t the least bit tipsy. I stared at the crimson liquid pooled at the bottom of the glass, wondering if I just should’ve brought the bottle into the bathroom with me.

Soft soulful music wafted through the air. It blocked out the sounds of the hovercrafts whirring above my building.

Slouched in the tub, I rested my head on the edge and closed my eyes. I tried to think of anything but the recent events. Despite my efforts, the last ten hours shuffled through my mind like broken film strips. There was no escaping it.

Tilting my head back, I quaffed the rest of the wine.

A chime sounded from the unseen speaker above, indicating a video call.

“Ignore,” I groaned.

The chiming stopped for a few seconds, then started up again.

“Ignore!”

Like before, it stopped, only to start up again. It almost sounded like it was getting louder.

I gritted out a scream. “For God’s sake, who is it?”

“Officer Steve Rial desires to speak with you,” the disembodied voice informed.

“Oh hell no.” After he betrayed me, he had the nerve to call? I didn’t want to speak to him, I didn’t even want to see his face, but I found myself taking the call anyway. “Answer,” I grumbled.

A large screen emerged from the back wall. Seconds later, I was staring at Steve’s grinning face.

“The fuck you want, Steve?” I sunk deeper into the water, making sure the bubbles covered my full breasts. Not that I needed to. I’m sure Steve wasn’t aroused by any of my womanly assets, being that he preferred to gawk at male anatomy.

He chuckled. “Come on, Alex. Don’t be like that.”

“Don’t be like that?” I cocked my head. “You sold me out to the council! I have every reason to be like that! I shouldn’t have even answered your call.”

Inner pain softened his eyes. “I didn’t have a choice in the matter. I was under oath…”

“Oh please bruh, don’t give me that crap. You always have a choice!”

Steve

STEVE

“They know we’re friends, Alex. So they linked me to the Bellrum before they started questioning me. I couldn’t twist the truth even if I wanted to while hooked up to that thing.”

I fell silent. No one could beat the Bellrum. It wasn’t an average truth machine. It not only monitored your heart rate during questioning, but your brain waves as well. If you even tried to think of a lie, the machine would pick up on it.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” I breathed out. “This whole ordeal got me all fucked up and angry.”

Guilt spread across his face. “No, I’m the one who should be apologizing. Because of me, they issued you a droid. I know how you feel about those things. I wanted to warn the council about it, but I had already put my foot in my mouth more times than I care to mention, so I remained quiet on the issue. I knew as soon as you saw that thing, you were gonna freak out.”

Freak out was a huge understatement. “Don’t worry about it. None of this is your fault. I’m the one who went rogue without warning.”

“Oh, you gave warnings alright. We just weren’t paying attention to them until now.” His brow suddenly furrowed with worry.

“What’s wrong?”

“I need to ask you something. Earlier, on site, when you said you heard someone say your name and touch you…”

The mention of it made me stiffen. Why would he bring that up? “I’m pretty sure I was imaging things,” I offered nervously.

Steve shook his head. “I’m not so sure about that, Alex.”

I jerked upright in the tub, sloshing water onto the floor. My heartbeat quickened out of anxiousness. “Why do you say that?”

He opened his mouth to speak then shook his head. “Naw, don’t worry about it. It’s classified stuff.”

“No-no-noo, you don’t get to say classified to me after mentioning that. What’s going on?”

He heaved out a sigh as he settled back in his seat. “The drones picked up some odd readings on site. I thought maybe it was a malfunction because there were so many vampires congregated in one area. That happens sometimes, but the readings… I don’t know what to think of this.”

“Well you’re thinking something, and I need to know what that something is.”

“Have you heard it?”

“Heard what?”

“The voice again?”

I didn’t answer. I just stared at the screen, baffled and frightened at what Steve’s questions meant. “Are you asking this to report back to the council, or…?”

“I’m asking because I need to know. You know what though? You don’t have to say anything. The look on your face says it all.” He leaned in closer to the screen. “I have to come and see you. We need to talk.”

An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. “Now?”

Steve suddenly pulled back and looked to his right. “Hey, what’s up, Tony.”

“Who’re you talking to, honey?” Steve’s lover walked into the view of the screen. He crouched down and waved at me. “Oh heeey, Alex!” His light grey eyes shimmered in mannish appraisal. “Ooo girl, those tit-teys are looking YUMMY.”

Whereas Steve was not lured by womanly assets, his boyfriend on the other hand, ogled me every chance he got.

ALEXIS

ALEXIS

Heat soared to my face. I slapped my hands over my breasts and sunk back into the bubbly water. “Hey, Tony,” I murmured.

Steve shoved Tony out of the way and pinned him with a silent death glare.

Tony threw his hands up and laughed. “Don’t get mad at me. If the boobies are out, I’m gonna look.”

“Get out of here,” Steve grumbled. When the room was clear, he turned his attention back to me. “I can’t leave while Tony’s here, so look for me tomorrow. I’ll come by after your appointment with Dr. Chambers.”

The prickles running down my spine increased. “Wait, Steve. Are you going to at least give me a hint on what’s going on? I’ve never been this freaking nervous in my life.”

He slid his fingers across the screen. “I’m sending you some files on an incident that happened six years ago.” A document popped up on the screen’s right hand side. “Read them over carefully, then tomorrow we’ll talk.” He disconnected, and his face vanished leaving nothing but the file in view.

I made an attempt to read it, but I couldn’t focus on the words. I couldn’t focus on anything except the troubled expression Steve wore when he asked me had I heard the voice again.

What the hell does it all mean? Why is it happening to me? And why is he making me wait until tomorrow?

I settled against the tub’s back rest when a sound from my bedroom jolted me—a scraping noise, the sound of metal meeting metal.

Grabbing the stake-shooter I had resting at the foot of the tub, I lunged out of the water. I snatched my bathrobe from the side hook and quickly slipped it over my body. A wet trail was left in my wake as I crept into my bedroom.

I paused and listened.

Seconds later, the scraping noise sounded again. It came from my closet. It was the sound the hanger’s metal hook made when it was sliding across the metal rod. A deep masculine groan accompanied it.

What the hell…? Who’s hiding in my closet?

My mind raced. It couldn’t be Sanjay. I watched him walk out of here. Then suddenly I remembered a report I read earlier this week, about a group of male Cross knights sexually assaulting female soldiers.

Anger washed my panic away. I figured there wasn’t a knight stupid enough to try me like that. Maybe I was wrong. Nevertheless, he was about to get more than he bargained for.

Cocking my shooter upright, I moved closer to the closet door. I penned in the desired code for entrance, but the door wouldn’t budge. Dammit! Had the council restricted me access to my closet? Really? What’s the point in that?

Assholes!

A red light blinked at the top right corner of the door. I pressed it and the panel became transparent, displaying the dark space behind it. The infrared kicked in and exposed something that made my heart shudder to a stop.

Crouched in the corner of my closet was a figure. The infrared outline the form. In normal conditions, the figure would present a red glow, indicating the presence of a human being. But to my horror, this form was highlighted in bright blue, signifying the walking dead.

For a long moment, I stared in shock.

How the hell is this possible? A vampire shouldn’t have made it past the first layer of defense. Furthermore, the alarms should be ringing out of control.

My first thought was to alert Sanjay and Steve of a security breach and request their assistance. But I thought better of it. This vampire broke into my pad, which meant he was my responsibility, and my prey.

He was about to be one dead vampire.

My building was on the outskirts of the barracks, miles from the entrance. If he got past the effects of UV dome and still made it this far, then he had to be pretty damn strong.

First order of business; get the vampire out of my closet. To do that, I needed more than a stake-shooter.

I rushed to my cache. The second I stepped in front of the retina scanner, I knew it would deny me access. But I tried anyway. When the panel refused to open, I kicked the bottom of it in anger, and then I hurried to the kitchen. I dropped to my knees and pulled the box of backup weapons from the bottom of the pantry.

Thankfully, I wasn’t one of those knights who kept all of their weapons in the same place.

After I strapped my stake-shooter over my shoulder, I grabbed a UV bomb. I marched back into my bedroom on kill mode. I knew if I put in my code, the closet wouldn’t open, but if I penned in Sanjay’s code…

The keypad next to the door beeped, signifying access. As soon as the door slid to the right and I had an inch of an opening, I tossed in the live UV bomb. A burst of ultraviolent light emerged from the dark space.

A throaty howl followed.

Gotcha, demon! Once the door had completely disappeared into the wall, I stepped into the entrance and launched two stakes.

Pop, pop.

Both strikes hit him. Couldn’t mistake the sound of the pointed tips piercing flesh. Where they struck him was a mystery to me.

Even though he was wounded, he kept moving. He was but a mere blur, whipping around my closet like a hurricane. The bomb continued to release bursts of light in rapid sequences. His skin sizzled under the deadly rays, leaving wisps of smoke trailing behind him.

My closest soon became a vapor filled space.

Stake shooter leveled, I tracked him with my eyes, waiting for a clear shot to his heart, or his head.

He seemed to be keeping his distance from me. Clearly, he wasn’t really trying to flee. Though fleeing was out of the question, considering I was blocking his path out. Sure, he could shove me out of the way and make a run for it, but not without suffering a stake to the heart.

When his movement slowed, I popped off another shot. Moving supernaturally fast, he caught the stake in midair, and then just as swiftly, he kicked the UV device out of the closet.

I ducked, allowing the bomb to fly over my head, then launched a fourth stake at him.

The strike pierced his shoulder as he barreled toward me head on.

I fell back.

He lunged on top of me and knocked the shooter from my hands.

I brought my elbow up and clipped him in the jaw. While swinging at him, I reached for my weapon with my free hand. The shooter was inches from my fingers.

He leapt back, grabbed my ankles and dragged me into the closet before I could slip my hand around the grip of the shooter.

The door slid shut, blocking out the bomb’s flashing UV light. All too soon, darkness consumed the space.

Even though I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face, I knew where everything was located. I scrambled over to the box hidden under my shoe rack and extracted my short blade. The metal cried out with a sharp ching when I snatched it from its sheath. I got in position to attack with one knee to the ground, prepared to take his head. Patiently, I waited for the smallest sound from the creature I was trapped in the closet with.

My heavy panting, along with the rapid pounding beneath my chest, mingled with the stillness around me.

The vampire was smart to remain silent, since sound was my only way to locate him. Tricky bastard. He could be right next to me and I wouldn’t know until he attacked, but that wouldn’t hinder my resolve. I would kill him, or die trying.

A pair of glowing blue eyes emerged from the darkness. A chesty chuckle followed. “Lexi…”

I sprung forward toward the voice. My wrist was caught in mid-swung, but my blade tasted vampire flesh. I was shoved onto my back.

A weight fell on top of me. Strong thighs straddled my hips.

I punched him in his jaw with my free hand.

He grabbed my other wrist as I struck him and then pinned both my hands above my head. “Whooo girl, I knew you were a fighter back in the day…” His familiar husky timbre drifted over me, chilling my face. “But I had no idea you were a bonafide badass.”

That voice… Oh my God! Tears welled in my eyes as I began to sob. I knew it! I knew it was him earlier on site when he said my name, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. I silently prayed that I was delusional, that the man of my past dreams was not contacting me like a master vampire would.

“Roy!” I cried out. “God, no. Nooo…”

“You missed me that badly, ay?” His fangy smile gleamed through the darkness. “Yeah, well, I missed you too, Lexi.”

Copyright © 2014 by Yvonne Nicolas

All rights reserved. YN_logo_White

Stay tuned for the next chapter in Crimson Days!

What was I listening to while writing this chapter?

The Neighbourhood ~ Afraid

Artist Spotlight: Recognizing Raw Talent, Kyle Chaney Jr. #Artist #FantasyArt #Monsters #StarWars

Today, I’m spotlighting my friend, Kyle Chaney. Many of you may recognize his name. The reason is, he’s my color master, the artist who colored the characters from The Dragon Queen Series.

I met him on Facebook some years ago. We immediately clicked and became friend. I have to tell you, he is one of the sweetest guys I have ever met. He is also one of the most talented. I must admit watching him work astonishes me every time. He just keeps getting better and better.

Today, I’m sharing some of his amazing artwork. And get this… they are all created with color pencils.

PEN-CILS!

Recognize this man’s raw talent!

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**If you click on any of the images it will take you to his Deviant Art page.**

Check out his Marketable Monsters set!

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Did I mention these were all created with color pencils?

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Author Spotlight ~ Jamallah Bergman @silentbutloud1 #Romance #Erotica #ASMSG

Today’s spotlight is on the talented author, Jamallah Bergman! I met her in one of my favorite FB groups for Wicked Women like myself. She has a collection of amazing stories to share with your eager eyes.

Jamallah Bergman 2My name is Jamallah Bergman and I’ve been writing for a number of years but I didn’t become a publisher author until 2011 with my first story “If…Only You Knew”.

As of to date, I have 11 books with my publisher Secret Cravings Publishing as well as 3 self-publish books that two of which I’ve published an anthology with other authors with more stories to come for sure.

My latest release is the fourth book in the Ciprianos of Kellington series called Federico.

Each story in the series deals with a brother which starts with Renzo, the oldest….then Simone and Gianni and now the youngest of the brothers has his own story. I have to say that I’ve gotten a lot of praise for this series from a lot of my fans for they have enjoyed reading up about the brothers and the family itself.

I can say that not only am I an author but I am also a friend to those that I talk to online. If you every message me or anything, I take the time to talk with whoever wants to talk and I’ve been known to give helpful advice. So if you every want to ask me a question about any of my books, feel free to ask away, I enjoy getting messages from readers and fans alike.

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Federico Blurb

Federico Cipriano has everything going for him….he has charm and flair as well as being the owner of his own landscaping business. Plus the fact that his good looks has gotten him with many women in town. But there seem to be one who is playing hard to get and she’s the one he desires the most out of all…..Michelle Bordeaux.

Michelle Bordeaux came with her parents to open up Le Jardin Des Cygnes in Kellington, on the knowledge that she would return back to Arizona after a year, so she could get back with the man she loves. But there has been something, well actually someone who has been nothing more than a thorn in her side since the first time he laid eyes on her….Federico Cipriano.

He wants her as a conquest…..but soon he realizes that he wants more.

She wants nothing to do with him…..but why does she find herself unable to get him off her mind?

What happens when these two absolutely different people go head to head with one another?

Plenty of laughs as well as tons of sparks.

Also see what happens with Renzo & Jaslyn, Simone & Delia along with Gianni, Maiara and Fiona in the last book of the Cipriano of Kellington series. Frederico_MED

Federico Excerpt

“Why good evening, ladies,” Rudolph started in as Federico kept his eye on her.

“Hello, Rudolph, and hello, Federico, how are you guys doing tonight?”

“Doing good, we saw you ladies sitting here by yourselves and thought it would be nice to come over and sit with you two.” Federico told them with a smile that could probably melt any other woman’s heart but not her own. “Do you mind if we sit down?”

“Of course please do?” Regina scooted over toward her and all Michelle could do was shake her head in disapproval. Of course he had to sit right next to her, so close that she could smell his cologne. When she looked over at him, eyes which were a mix of both blue and steely grey continued to stare her down, like she was some painting in the Louvre. “Do you mind not sitting so close to me, Mr. Cipriano?”

“I’m sorry.” He pulled back only but an inch or so from her, which really didn’t make much of a difference. She sat back, looking out toward the crowd. “You are so going to make this evening just as difficult as you did at the restaurant aren’t you?”

“I don’t know what you mean by that, Michelle. I’m just sitting here with a lovely lady tonight. Would you like another drink, it seems your pitcher is empty.”

“No thanks.”

“Of course we would like another pitcher, thanks, Federico.” Regina told him, nudging her knee underneath the table.

He motioned for the waitress and when she came over, he told her to bring another pitcher of margaritas. But as soon as he did that, he scooted even closer to her, to where he was literally breathing down her neck he was so close. “I must say, Michelle, you smell good tonight.”

“Do you have to be so God damn close?”

“I can’t help it, you smell too good for me to be not sitting so close.” His body pressed up along her back of her chair and in an instance she felt like leaning up against it. But she had to be strong and keep her composure.

“Sir, if you don’t mind getting out of my personal space before you end up with a wet lap.” Michelle warned him.

“Do you mean you plan on tossing a drink in my lap because I’m in your personal space?”

“Well isn’t that wonderful to hear that at least you have some bit of sense.”

Moving in close to her ear, Michelle heard him whisper, “I dare ya.”

Both Rudolph and Regina looked on as they didn’t know what the hell would happen next between the two of them. Michelle turned to look this man eye to eye, which she realized was a big mistake because this fool had the nerve to smile at her, which only made her even angrier. Oh she planned on wiping that smug smile of his off his face for good. Looking around she saw the waitress coming over with the pitcher of margaritas toward their table. When she put it down on the table, Michelle immediately picked it up. “So you want to play I see?”

“Well, I do love to play games,” Federico told her as they both eyed the pitcher in her hand.

“Oh my God, Michelle, if you think of doing what I think you’re thinking of doing, you are cruel,” Regina told her while everyone around them stared wide-eyed.

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Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/jamallahbergmanauthor

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CRIMSON DAYS, CH 5 #FREEREAD #ASMSG #Interracial #Paranormal #Erotica #Dystopia #Halestorm

Happy Hump Day, folks!

Today I present CHAPTER 5 of Crimson Days. ^_^

Like I stated in the other posts, this story is being developed and written as I post it. It has not been edited or doctored up. What you see here is a rough draft of my thoughts. I hope you like it.

Comments are welcomed!

Enjoy!

Before reading CHAPTER 5, make sure to read the first 4 chapters. Links are below.

CHAPTER 1 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/01/crimson-days-ch-1/

CHAPTER 2 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/04/crimson-days-ch-2/ 

CHAPTER 3 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/08/crimson-days-ch-3/

CHAPTER 4 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/11/crimson-days-ch-4/

**WARNING: Not suitable for the faint of heart, prudes or those easily bothered by strong and vulgar language, graphic descriptions, urban dialect, blood-lusting hotties, kickass female warriors, sword-wielding bad asses, dark smutty sex and extreme violence.**

CRIMSON DAYS

**dystopian sci-fi, paranormal, erotic and interracial romance**

Chapter 5

I only had a few moments to gather my wits before Sanjay would come barging in here, seething in anger. I could almost imagine him pacing in the corridor, punching the palm of his hand, as he thought of the best way to scold me. It would most likely be with rough sex.

I tossed the oil soaked bat on the floor, quickly retrieved my glass of wine and headed for the bathroom.

All of a sudden, that odd sensation hit me again—the same sensation that came over me on the battlefield. Standing in the middle of the bathroom, staring at my reflection, I froze.

The air thickened. A mist seeped in from the walls, as well as the ceiling, and surrounded me. That unearthly vampiric scent reached my senses, but it was nowhere near to being as rank as the stench on the battlefield.

A strong presence manifested behind me.

Goosebumps bubbled up on the surface of my skin. I closed my eyes and stood perfectly still, afraid to breathe, afraid to move.

This presence… It couldn’t be a vampire. There were two thick UV domes protecting the barracks. There was no way in hell a vampire would be able get in here. And if one did, the alarms would be going berserk right about now.

So what is it?

A hand slipped into mine, fingers intertwined. An arm looped around my waist as a ghostly body pressed against my back. The entity’s icy breath teased the nape of my neck, sending tremors down my body. “Lexi.”

I opened my eyes. In the mirror, I saw the reflection of a figure forming in the mist, standing right behind me. “Why are you haunting me?”

“Isn’t it obvious,” it responded on a whisper. “I hate to see you unhappy.”

My lips quivered, my hands shook. I knew this sweet whisper, because I’d heard it many times before in the past. I shook my head. “No, noo. You’re playing games with my mind. Who are you?”

It chuckled. “As if you don’t know.”

“Alexis! What the fuck…?” Sanjay boomed.

I spun around.

The haze separated and dissipated as Sanjay stormed into the bathroom, ripping the armor from his chest. The metal padding hit the concrete floor with a loud echoic clack.

I scuttled backwards away from him until my backside met the edge of the counter.

He closed the distance between us and grasped the sides of my face with his large hands. Our noses were a mere inch apart. “Why the hell did you do that?”

My eyes danced, my nerves quivered. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. The presence had vanished, but the uneasiness flittering in my belly lingered. Violent shudders ripped through me as my breathing escalated.

I couldn’t mention the presence to Sanjay. He wouldn’t understand. It would only confirm his suspicion that I indeed suffered from a mental imbalance.

“Alexis, look at me. Why? Why’d you do that, in front of high ranking officials of all people?”

My momentary panic drifted away. His question irritated me. Most people who were personally affiliated with me knew I didn’t do anything that radical without a major purpose behind it. I expected the man who’d spent so much time with me during the last three years would be the first to know.

Maybe I expected too much.

I glared into his dark eyes. “Why ask a crazy person such a rational question?”

He rested his forehead on mine. “Babe, you’re not crazy, I know that. But it’s hard to convince the council you’re sane when you’re beating the shit out of androids with spiked metal bats.”

“It was either you or the droid.”

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Chuckling, he pressed his muscled body against mine. He fisted my hair and pulled my head back. “Goddammit, woman. You make my job so fucking hard.”

Consumed by anger and lust, I wrapped my legs around his waist and bucked my hips against him. “That’s not the only thing I make hard.”

He latched onto my lips with a heated kiss and eagerly shoved his tongue into my mouth. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I returned his aggressive affection.

Even though I was majorly pissed at him, I needed this kiss. It infected my mind with thoughts of rough, uninhibited sex. I preferred the erotic mindlessness. It chased away the visions of the recent events and the unexplained phenomenon earlier.

He gripped my panties at the hip and snatched them off me with one hard yank.

I gasped and giggled in pleasure. In response, I ripped his uniform shirt open and sent the buttons flying in every direction.

He slipped his hand beneath my sheer top and grasped my breast. His thumb and forefinger tugged and tweaked my nipple.

I moaned and arched against him, loving the feel of his rough touch. Turned on to the point of insanity, I pushed my hand between our bodies and palmed his erection. “Gimme this dick, boy.”

Releasing a breathy groan, he shuddered. “Damn, babe.”

When I pulled the zipper tab down, his hardened cock emerged from the pants’ opening. I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed, causing his hips to jerk. I began to stroke his shaft, caressing it from the base to the tip.

Without breaking the kiss, he pushed me further back on the counter. The cold surface chilled the back of my thighs and my ass. He looped his arm under my right leg and hugged it against his chest. His bulbous cockhead found my wet opening and surged deep inside of me with a punishing force.

Our groins met hard and fast.

Restraining a scream, I bit down his bottom lip, damn near drawing blood.

He slowly pulled his hips back and then slammed forward again, grinding our pelvises together.

Pain and pleasure washed over me, and I liked it.

Sanjay fed me his soft moans as he rocked my body into a back-straining love-making session. I moved with him in a see-sawing motion, rolling my hips on every inward plunge.

Our pace quickened as we climbed toward that sweet plateau together. Sweat coated our bodies. Our kissing became downright animalistic—biting, sucking and licking.

Swirling pressure rose in my core and sent electrical pulses spiraling toward my clit and nipples. Releasing breathy moans, I looped my arms around his neck and grounded our bodies together.

The orgasm hit like a thrashing storm. I gasped and arched against him as the warmth tunneled through me.

Letting out a teeth-gritting cry, Sanjay gripped my thighs so hard it hurt. “Alexis!” Trembling, he slumped against me, pressing my back into the mirror, and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

We stayed in that position, breathing heavily, for several long moments. It took a while for us to come down from the erotic high.

Still lodged deeply inside of me, his manhood throbbed. It had lost some of its stiffness. Though, I’m sure all I had to do was wiggle a little and he would be ready to go again.

Smashed against the mirror with his heavy body resting on me like this was anything but comfortable. Nevertheless, I cherished the physical contact. When we were together like this, it was the only time I could feel him. I mean really feel him—his heartbeat, the warmth of his body, the core of his emotions…

I lost my fingers in his dark hair and massaged his scalp. “Sanjay?”

“Yeah, babe,” he mumbled, his breath hot and steamy on my neck.

“Take me away from here.”

He lifted his head to look at me. His eyes were glazy but focused. “Alright then.” He slipped his hands under my butt. “To the bedroom we go.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” I palmed the sides of his face and kissed him tenderly. “Take me to a place where you and I can be together freely, where we can make love when the feeling strikes without worrying about others finding out, where there’s no blood and war, where there’s no federation to dictate our lives… Just take me anywhere but here, Sanjay. Please, baby.”

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The faintest smile curved his lips. He gently grasped my wrists and pulled my hands down from his face. “The council isn’t going to turn a blind eye to this incident.” He stepped back slowly, allowing his shaft to pull out of my body. His length glistened in my essence.

My pussy muscles quivered, yearning to be filled again.

“I’ll do what I can to keep their leniency in your favor. I’ll also see if I can get them to drop the order for an android.” Chuckling, he shoved his penis back into the slit in his pants. “Seeing as how you destroyed the one they issued you today, that shouldn’t be a problem.”

Somewhat stunned, I glared at him. Did he just ignore me? And worst yet, did he block my heartfelt plea with comments about the council? “Are you fucking kidding me?” I shoved him in the chest, making him stumble backwards, and hopped off the counter. Suppressing tears, I snatched my torn panties up from the floor and tossed them in the trash. “I can’t believe you.”

“Babe, come here.” He tried to hug me.

I jerked away from him and laughed. “My God, I am so stupid. I actually thought you would at least consider choosing me over the federation. I would’ve settled for a I’ll think about it, babe. But I’m not even worth that, am I?”

“Alexis, please don’t do this.” He huffed out a sigh, like he was tired of my gripes, and then he had the nerve to reach out for me. “You are everything to me. You know that.”

With hot tears stinging my eyes, I smacked his hand away. “Let me ask you something. Did you fight for me? Did you even speak up for the woman you claim is everything to you? Or did you let them believe that I was just another random soldier who fucked up under your watch?”

He dragged his hand over his face and pushed out drawn out groan. “Alexis, that’s not how it is.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, he leaned against the bathroom wall. “I can’t just leave the federation when they need me. We are in the middle of a war. If I run away from that, I’ll never forgive myself.”

But what about me? What about US?

I opened my mouth to speak but shook my head instead. What’s the use in baring my soul when nothing I said had any effect on him? I turned my back to him and gathered my bath essentials. I had so much I wanted to say, but voicing my thoughts would be like beating a dead horse. His position was clear and it wouldn’t change.

Avoiding the need to look at him, I pushed the button on the side of the tub to cork the drain and then I turned on the water. I sniffed to hold back the tears, but they broke free and trickled down my face.

“Babe, please don’t cry.” I felt the heat of his body as he stood directly behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and rubbed them down my naked arms. “You know I love you.”

Those words used to turn me into mush, because at the time all I needed was for him to say it, but now I needed more. I needed something he wasn’t willing to give me.

“Love me?” I turned to face him, presenting a forced smile. “Let’s not fool each other, Sanjay. You don’t love me, the waitress you met at the diner. You love what I’ve become, you love what you’ve turned me into. A warrior, a knight for the cause… What you fail to realize is every time I’m on that battlefield, I lose a piece of myself. Hell, maybe you do know, you just don’t care.” I paused to swipe the tears from my face. “I can’t fight this war and fight for the life I deserve too. It’s too much. From here on out, I’m not gonna hope and pray for this relationship to go any further than this. I’m done.” He opened his mouth to speak and I put my hand up for silence. “Don’t… you’ve said enough. And so have I. I want you to leave.”

“Alexis…”

I leveled a finger toward the exit. “Get out.”

A shocked expression crossed his face. I’d never kicked him out before. Arguments like this always led to more sex. But not tonight. I wasn’t just blowing words in the wind when I said I’m done. I meant it. I hope he realized that.

He quietly gathered himself, zipped his pants and straightened his uniform the best he could, given his shirt’s buttons were missing. Before he stepped out of the bathroom, he grabbed his armor. For a long moment, he stood at the door with his back to me. “They will most likely restrict your access to your cache. It’ll be a good idea to secure a few weapons before that happens.” With that said, he left.

An eerie sensation lingered in the air.

I knew the battle between us was far from over. I may not privy to every single thing there was to know about him, but I did know one thing for sure. Sanjay wasn’t going to let me walk away from him without a fight.

Copyright © 2014 by Yvonne Nicolas

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Stay tuned for the next chapter in Crimson Days!

What was I listening to while writing this chapter?

Halestorm ~ Familiar Taste of Poison

CRIMSON DAYS, CH 4 #FREEREAD #ASMSG #Interracial #Paranormal #Romance #Dystopia #DarkNewDay

Hey there again!

I have another chapter to add to Crimson Days for your reading pleasure. ^_^

As I’ve stated in the last three posts, this story is being developed and written as I post it. It has not been edited or doctored up. Yes, that means you are getting the story’s first rough draft.

Comments are welcomed!

Enjoy!

Before reading CHAPTER 4, make sure to read the first 3 chapters. Links are below.

CHAPTER 1 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/01/crimson-days-ch-1/

CHAPTER 2 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/04/crimson-days-ch-2/

CHAPTER 3 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/08/crimson-days-ch-3/

**WARNING: Not suitable for the faint of heart, prudes or those easily bothered by strong and vulgar language, graphic descriptions, urban dialect, blood-lusting hotties, kickass female warriors, sword-wielding bad asses, dark smutty sex and extreme violence.**

CRIMSON DAYS

**dystopian sci-fi, paranormal, erotic and interracial romance**

Chapter 4

By the time I got back to my concrete quarters, I wanted to do nothing but get naked and soak my body in a tub filled with rose scented water—if only to rid myself of the ghastly stench lingering on my threads and armor.

In addition to that, I needed wine in the worse way. It was the only substance that would help clear my mind of the last nine hours.

Our mission ran well into nightfall. Unfortunately, that’s when the demons gained strength. The knights had eliminated most of the vampires by then, but the ones who remained put up a major fight. It got bad. Many soldiers died. However, in the end, we prevailed at exterminating every last vampire that’d taken refuge in the sewers.

All those, except for the ones I smuggled out of the area.

I had a feeling the massacre today would only make the death walker situation worse. As soon as the word got around to the larger, stronger covens that the Cross Knights were on a demon-exterminating hunt, the vampires were liable to strike back, and strike back big.

From here on out, sleepless nights were a guarantee.

I lumbered into my weapon cache, peeling out of my armor and uniform as I went. After I’d stripped down to my panties and

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sheer tank top, I set my daggers, glocks and rifles back on their rightful stands. Sometime tomorrow, I would make sure to give them a good cleaning, but until then… wine.

A knock at my front door jarred my attention. I stepped out of the room and stared at the panel blocking my sights from whoever stood outside my quarters. I glanced at the time. 11:57 PM. It was probably Sanjay, the last person I wanted to see at the moment. It took only a second to decide I wasn’t going to answer the door. I wasn’t in the mood for a booty call, or a cursing out about our disagreement today.

“Officer Winsort! Open the door,” Sanjay bellowed, thumping harder with each rap.

Oh hell, he called me officer with stern authority in his voice, which meant he wasn’t alone. Nine times out of ten, he hadn’t traveled with his original entourage, the knights who were privy to our twisted relationship.

I took a gander at the security screen. Four men stood behind Sanjay.

High ranking officials were with him tonight, and for good reason. I’d made some off-the-wall moves during our last mission. That meant a reprimand session was in order. I was supposed to report to the council two hours ago for that session. If I didn’t open the door, I could easily be court marshalled.

Too bad I don’t give a shit.

Rolling my eyes, I headed for the kitchen. I had a hankering for some vintage wine. I grabbed the big bottle at the back of the lower cabinet. Year 2054 screamed from the label in large script. “Perfect.”

As I rummaged through my drawer for the cork-popper, four beeps sounded in the living area, indicating my security code had been overwritten.

“Door opening,” the disembodied voice announced.

Sanjay’s approaching steps came down hard on the concrete floor. Accompanying steps followed his.

“The fact I didn’t answer the door means I don’t want to be bothered,” I murmured, pouring the scarlet liquid into a glass. “And by the way, I’m nowhere near decent, but I’m pretty sure you can see that.” With my wine in hand, I turned and offered a wry smile to the high ranking officials standing in my kitchen.

They were clad in their pristine uniforms with badges of honor pinned to their chests. The only one in armor was Sanjay.

Five sets of wide eyes roamed over my sparsely clothed body. By the way they gawked at me, one would think they’d never seen a half-naked woman before.

Sanjay’s face turned beet red as his jaw set hard.

I wondered what pissed him off more. The fact I didn’t open the door for him and his companions, or the fact his male colleagues were getting an eyeful of his girlfriend’s assets. The only fabric covering anything were my boy-cut panties. On the other hand, the sheer top did nothing to conceal my large breasts and hardened dark nipples.

“Well since you’re here…” I lowered into the seat at my small dining table and crossed my legs. “What can I do for you, officers?”

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“I’m sorry, gentleman,” Sanjay gritted out through clenched teeth, glowering at me. “Would you please grant me a few minutes alone with Agent Winsort?” As soon as the knights were outside my quarters, out of earshot, he growled, “You wanna tell me what the fuck you’re doing.”

“Having a glass of wine. You want some? It’s vintage.”

He slammed his palm down on the table, making the glass hop and the wine slosh. “You know what I mean!”

“You came barging off into my spot, Sanjay. I’m in the comfort of my own quarters, so I can have on as little threads as I want. Is that what’s really bothering you?”

Pitching the bridge of his nose, he paced the perimeter of my small kitchen. “Goddammit, woman.” He grumbled a series of rapid curses under his breath in his native tongue, Arabic, before speaking again. “Why didn’t you report to your hearing?”

I quietly wiped the wine droplets off the table, leaving his question unanswered. You’d think they would at least give me a day to recuperate from today’s activities before harassing me about this mess.

Sanjay lowered to his knees. He removed his gloves and ran his calloused palms over the sides of my naked thighs. “Babe, you need to talk to me. The commanding officer’s son… his only son… is in a coma, due to the tranq dart you shot into his ass. And let’s not forget his jaw is broken in three places. What the hell happened out there?”

Silently, I stared at the swirling red wine as I stirred my finger the glass.

His grabbed my thighs in a biting grip, making me wince. “Alexis, please don’t do this to me. Tell me what happen.”

I took a sip of the wine and let the heavy silence weave between us a moment more before speaking. “Officer JR chased two hostiles into my zone. I cornered the area with laser cones to notify the other knights in the vicinity that I was sweeping those grounds. Once the vamps crossed those cones, they were mine to deal with. The other knights abided to my zone markers, but Officer JR clearly had other plans. Instead of returning to his post, he attacked me. I hit him in the jaw with the butt of my rifle. Twice. He wouldn’t stay down, so I popped him with a tranq. And that’s the end of my tale.”

Laughter hid behind Sanjay’s smiling lips. I knew there was a part of him that found this situation humorous. He was twisted like that. “You are so fucking crazy, woman. Did you have to shoot him in the ass?”

“He was on his hands and knees when I pulled the trigger, so his ass was the only thing I could see.”

Covering his mouth, his snickered. “Need I remind you those tranquilizers are specifically made to debilitate vampires, not humans? He may not wake up from that coma, or worse, he could die.”

I shrugged. “One less jerk face to deal with.”

Luckily for me, no one on the force liked JR. Sanjay hated his guts. The boy was a pompous son of a bitch, who thought he could be an outright asshole just because his daddy was the tribe’s chief. I’m sure no one’s complaining about his unconscious state. No one, but his father that is.

Sanjay pushed to his feet and clasped his hands behind his back. An austere expression wiped his smile away. “So now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, are you going to tell me why you were wielding a G-twelve tranquilizer rifle during a kill mission? Or, are you gonna just leave it up to me to piece it together?”

For a long moment I said nothing. I knew there was no hiding my actions any longer. Every kid who came into my zone got popped with a tranq. Most of them didn’t even try to run. Once they looked into my eyes, they completely submitted. It was like they knew I was there to save them.

I contacted the CRF before I started gathering vamp children. The CRF were quick to deploy pods to collect the live specimens. The military wasn’t in the habit of leaving anything alive for their research, so they were more than thrilled that I was willing to assist them. It wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last.

The pods were stealthy and fast, able to go undetected. Only problem was, they made a whizzing sound that was hard miss, which defeated the purpose of them being stealth vessels. Nevertheless, I’d hoped the battle kept my fellow knights occupied to buy me some time.

JR came along and almost ruined everything. When he caught me loading his prey into a pod, he came after me. I put him down before he could alert any of the other knights. Little good that did me. All the council had to do was watch the playback from the drones that patrolled the area and all my secret deeds would be exposed.

I knew that, but I didn’t care. Saving eighteen children was worth it. “I did what I thought was right. Not all of them are monsters, Sanjay. During their experiments, the CRF have proved—”

“Goddammit, Alexis… You just don’t get it, do you?” he growled. “You don’t work for the CRF! You work for the military! When your commanding officer gives you orders to exterminate with extreme prejudice then that’s what the fuck you do!” He fell silent, took a deep breath then cleared his throat. “As of now, you are on probation until the council decides otherwise.”

Probation? Didn’t sound too bad. “Great. I need a vacation from death dealing anyway.”

Sanjay shook his head and added, “You’ve also been put on permanent watch.” With that said, he spun around and left the kitchen.

“Wait… what?” I jumped up and raced after him. “What do you mean permanent watch?”

I entered my living room and scuttled to a halt when I came face to face with an android.

My heart thumped out of panic. “Oh hell no.”

A translucent gel-like substance coated its mechanical workings like flesh. The machine stood perfectly still, his hands by his sides, his creepy milky colored eyes locked on me. “Good evening, officer Winsort. How may I assist you?”

“As you can see, you’ve been issued an Assist Droid. You can thank Steve for that. He convinced the council you’ve been under a lot of stress due to this war. And your actions were out of character because of this. He also mentioned your declining health and that you’ve been hearing voices on the battlefield, which is why you’ve been granted leniency.”

Steve? Noo, not Steve. I would expect this betrayal from Sanjay, but not my homeboy.

I leveled a finger at the droid. “Get this thing out of here right now!”

Ignoring me, he continued. “You are scheduled to meet with Dr. Chambers every day at noon to assess your physical and mental health until the council deems you fit to return to service for the federation.”

Tears filled my eyes as my anger grew. “Sanjay, get this goddamn droid out of here!”

“I hate we have to do this, but you have to pay for the choices you’ve made. Look at this way, it could be much worse.” He held a signature pad out and said, “Place your hand here to show you understand and agree with these terms.”

“Fuck you!” I screamed, slapping the pad out of his hand. “That droid is not staying here.”

Sanjay stood there, staring at me in silence for a moment. I couldn’t read his expression. He seemed unmoved by the whole situation, but I knew this had to bother him just a little bit. The droid would monitor my every move, twenty-four seven. That meant no more alone time for us.

“You don’t have a choice, Officer Winsort. Neither do I,” he added with just a flash of sadness in his eyes. “I will be by periodically to check up on your unstable mental condition. That is all.”

“Sanjay…”

He stepped out of my quarters, leaving me staring after him. “Unstable mental condition? So you’ve labeled me crazy, huh?” I muttered to the closed door, seconds after he’d walked out. “Okay. I’ll show you crazy.” I hurried to my weapon cache. “Put me on probation, label me crazy, but leave me with room full of weapons? Yeah, that’s smart.” I grabbed my sword, but thought better of it when I caught sight of the spiked bat sitting on its stand at the back of the room. “Oh yeah, that’s better.” I slapped the sword back on its holder and then claimed the metal bat. I marched back into the living room. “Open the door,” I commanded.

Still standing where I left it, the droid asked. “How may I help you, Officer Winsort?”

“Here, you could take this bat.” As soon as the partition slid completely open, I swung the weapon, hitting the android in the stomach.

His artificial body folded over as he flew out the entrance. He hit the wall in the corridor with a booming thud, sending cracks branching out along the surface.

“How maaaayyy I…” the machine whirred, slumping to his knees.

Part ways down the hallway, Sanjay and the officials spun around.

The droid tried get back onto his feet. “Offic-officer Winsort…”

I pounced on him, wielding the weighty metal bat. Screaming out with every swung, I landed blow after blow until sparks were flying, and scarlet motor oil was spouting all over the place. After many more hits, the android was an unrecognizable heap.

With their faces stuck in a state of shock, Sanjay and the others gaped at me.

Breathing heavily, I swiped my dreads back from my face. “How’s that for unstable mental condition?” As I took in their stunned expressions, I harped out in laughter. “You may want to tell the council to send another droid. This one seems to be broken.” Dragging the bat on the ground, I sashayed back into my quarters.

Before the door slid shut, I heard Sanjay gruffly announce to the high raking company, “Gentleman, my apologies… I will meet you back at headquarters. Apparently, I need to have another word with Officer Winsort addressing her conduct.”

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