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Eternal Ever After Ever
After Series Book 1
A.C. James
Genre: Steamy
Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Wandering
Impulse Press
Date of Publication:
11/23/13
E-Book:
978-0-9911485-0-9
Print:
978-0-9911485-1-6
ASIN: B00GTT0UK6
Number of pages: 307
Word Count: 88K
Cover Artist: Ramona
Lockwood
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Book Description:
His past holds a secret…
Arie Cush has a secret that he thought he’d left behind. When his past follows him to Chicago he must protect someone that reminds him of all the painful memories he’s tried so hard to forget. But when every touch from her sets his heart and body on fire—he finds it hard to maintain his aloof façade.
That becomes her nightmare.
Holly Ellis has secrets of her own. An encounter with the handsome stranger who frequents her coffee shop reveals a vampire with baggage. Even though it might be more than she bargained for, she can’t resist the one person who understands her. But her life is in danger and a supernatural threat could reveal the underground world of vampires to humankind in this Gothic Cinderella re-telling.
Inside Scoop: This story contains bondage, anal play, a M/F primary romance with mild F/F situations.
Warning: This book is fictitious. The bdsm portrayed in this story does not portray the lifestyle. Vampires will be vampires. They don’t exactly stop to discuss a scene, pain thresholds, and there is no aftercare involved. Trust is an intrinsic part of the lifestyle. Use due diligence and research before deciding to make fiction into reality.
Heat Level: This book is a steamy romance. It’s the development of a romantic relationship that contains more explicit language and sex. The sex is not an inherent part of the story, character growth, or relationship development, and if removed you still have an amazing plot.
Excerpt:
“If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink.”
–Holy Bible: King James Version
PREFACE
I never guessed that I could die with a sea of faces surrounding me, all cheering for my death. A woman wearing a jacket dress made of brocade only laughed louder when blood splattered the low square neckline. Where is Arie? I scanned the crowded club but all I could see were pale faces, some half covered by masks.
My time had come and I prayed she would finish me off quickly. The warm trickle of blood ran down my neck and chest, saturating the corset bustier of my gown. It seemed like a shame to ruin such a pretty dress. Strangely, I felt relieved the bodice was black and not a light color that would show a stain.
The fear of dying or more accurately, the fear of not existing, scared me stiff. Perhaps if I had satisfied this existential anxiety with faith I wouldn’t jump from panic to ambivalence. I should be angry at everyone who simply watched. They must think the gruesome display is part of the entertainment for tonight. After the bloody burlesque show I could hardly blame them.
Holly, I gave you the chance to leave. The telepathic transference hardly seemed relevant at this point. I knew if I’d never gone to the Hellfire Club, I wouldn’t be facing death now. Still, if my death meant the killings would stop it seemed justifiable.
“No!” I could barely hear Arie scream above the cheering voices clamoring for attention. The constant drone defies my effort to form coherent thoughts. I looked up and could see him on the balcony. When I blinked he had disappeared into the throng. I could feel the blood continue to trickle down my neck as she drained me. Dizziness threatened to pull me under. The audience applauded her brutality. I crumpled at her feet, looking up at her smile as thin as paper.
Blood.So much blood.My blood.
I didn’t want this to be the story of my death but this part is only a fragment of a narrative as old as time. Its voices fill the shadows with whispers of legend. We are told that the damned cease to exist and those absolved from sin are given eternal life. The damned can never be saved. They walk the earth in an eternal hell. I fear it will be my curse if death doesn’t claim me instead.
I never guessed that I could die with a sea of faces surrounding me, all cheering for my death. A woman wearing a jacket dress made of brocade only laughed louder when blood splattered the low square neckline. Where is Arie? I scanned the crowded club but all I could see were pale faces, some half covered by masks.
My time had come and I prayed she would finish me off quickly. The warm trickle of blood ran down my neck and chest, saturating the corset bustier of my gown. It seemed like a shame to ruin such a pretty dress. Strangely, I felt relieved the bodice was black and not a light color that would show a stain.
The fear of dying or more accurately, the fear of not existing, scared me stiff. Perhaps if I had satisfied this existential anxiety with faith I wouldn’t jump from panic to ambivalence. I should be angry at everyone who simply watched. They must think the gruesome display is part of the entertainment for tonight. After the bloody burlesque show I could hardly blame them.
Holly, I gave you the chance to leave. The telepathic transference hardly seemed relevant at this point. I knew if I’d never gone to the Hellfire Club, I wouldn’t be facing death now. Still, if my death meant the killings would stop it seemed justifiable.
“No!” I could barely hear Arie scream above the cheering voices clamoring for attention. The constant drone defies my effort to form coherent thoughts. I looked up and could see him on the balcony. When I blinked he had disappeared into the throng. I could feel the blood continue to trickle down my neck as she drained me. Dizziness threatened to pull me under. The audience applauded her brutality. I crumpled at her feet, looking up at her smile as thin as paper.
Blood.So much blood.My blood.
I didn’t want this to be the story of my death but this part is only a fragment of a narrative as old as time. Its voices fill the shadows with whispers of legend. We are told that the damned cease to exist and those absolved from sin are given eternal life. The damned can never be saved. They walk the earth in an eternal hell. I fear it will be my curse if death doesn’t claim me instead.
GUEST POST
First, I’d like to
thank Tawania for having me on Wicked Readings. It’s not often I find blogs
that have an adult warning before readers can go further. Soooo…I wanted to
take advantage of that and give you a snippet from Eternal Ever After
that you won’t find anywhere else. Eternal Ever After is a steamy
paranormal romance that retells the fairytale story of Cinderella. You won’t
find the same amount of sex you’d find in an erotic romance and this story is
heavy on both character and plot. And since it’s paranormal the bdsm doesn’t
reflect the lifestyle like many contemporary bdsm romances. Thus the warning.
But it’s still plenty hot…
Hope you enjoy! ;)
xoxo —A.C.
Exclusive Excerpt:
“I don’t want you working for Tessa.”
Hope you enjoy! ;)
xoxo —A.C.
Exclusive Excerpt:
“I don’t want you working for Tessa.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s
dangerous. Being a seer can be dangerous when you’re not one of us. You’re not
immortal, Holly, and seeing the wrong thing could get you killed.”
“From what you’ve
told me about my aura being so damn inviting, it’s going to be dangerous for me
anyway.”
He closed the
distance between us; an underlying current made my pussy clench despite my
anger and frustration. The sensation, wrapped in longing, conveyed that our
pent-up frustration would be washed away if we gave in to our desires. Images of
wrapping my legs around his waist as his cock pounded my pussy made every
muscle in my body tense. I licked my lips. I wanted to feel his tongue and his
teeth brush over my skin. I could smell his leather jacket and I wanted to take
it off.
“Please, I’m sorry
I didn’t stay—”
“Perhaps I should
punish you for disobeying me.”
Desire flashed in
his eyes and I knew he felt it too. Something about his words, a seductive
threat, held my curiosity and kept me from protesting. I knew that I would be
punished and I had an inkling that it might be like how Tessa had punished the
man at the club. Part of me wished he would, because I wanted to know if it
would do anything for me. No one and nothing had ever been able to make me
come, except for my own hands, which knew the art of self-pleasure almost too
well. I’d engaged in all manner of deviant vanilla sex but it had never crossed
this line before. While I wanted it, and relished that this had finally pushed
Arie over the edge, a tiny voice of reason argued that I should be a little
scared too. His hand came down into my eye line and I braced myself,
remembering how Tessa had slapped the man at the club. Instead, his fingers
cupped my chin, lifting my head so that I looked him in the eye.
“When I tell you to
do something I expect you to do it.”
I gulped.
“Say ‘yes, sir.’”
Of course he was
right. I had no business wandering off, considering the circumstances. “Yes,
sir.”
The worst part was
that I couldn’t argue with him. I wanted to look away, drop my eyes to the
floor, anything, but I couldn’t. He wanted me to look at him. I could see that
I’d broken his trust. Hurt and worry along with desire reflected in those
winter-gray pools.
“Bend over. Hands
on the wall.”
I wanted to laugh,
or to protest or argue, but the seriousness of his gaze dashed any hope for
negotiation. And his words were making me unexpectedly wet. Still, I couldn’t
help but question his demand.
“You’re serious?”
Of course he was, yet I wanted to hear it and delay what I knew was coming
next.
“Yes. Now I’m not
going to ask again. Spread your legs and bend over.”
I stepped toward
the wall on my right. Taking a deep breath, I bent at the waist and put my
hands on the wall for support. He placed his hand on my back, running it down
the length of my spine, until he reached the curve of my hip. It occurred to me
to feel grateful that he hadn’t asked me to drop my pants. Still, my body
tensed when his hand reached my ass. Yet I wanted it to continue its descent to
my pussy. His hand lingered on my ass longer than I expected. I bit my lower
lip in anticipation of the pain.
His hand left my
ass only to come down with a resounding smack that echoed through the empty
apartment. I gasped and pressed my palms against the wall to brace myself from
the blow. Blow after blow landed, burning hot and red. Arie’s hand landed lower
across the underside of my ass and I could feel the vibrations go straight to
my cunt. A low moan escaped my lips, surprising me. Moving with the pain, I
gyrated my hips as I tried to meet his hand faster than the stinging blows
which sent fiery desire straight to my pussy.
I whimpered.
GIVEAWAY!!
Link to Blog Tour Dates &
Other Appearances: http://www.acjames.com/events-4/
About the Author:
A.C.
James—author of erotic paranormal romance and erotica featuring bdsm. Author
of Cursed Ever After, an anthology of four erotic paranormal short
stories and prequel to the series. Its full length sequel, Eternal Ever
After, tones it down to steamy romance. Wife, mother, and storyteller
extraordinaire.She resides in northeast Pennsylvania drinking large vats of
coffee while taming two toddlers by day and writing by night. Recovering
video game beta tester and tech geek who grew-up going to cons and watching
SmackDown. There's probably some cosplay pictures around somewhere of her
dressed up as Bloodberry from Saber Marionette J. Just don't tell anyone.
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