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      'The Submission of Giuliana'
                      

"As I lay there being taken by two men, my orgasm swept through me, yet it was for another who had pleasured me only in the realm of my mind."

Giuliana never dreamed life would lead her to where she is now-- serving as a courtesan in the swanky vampire theatre Sanguelascivia in Venice, Italy. Some days, she hates to admit, she loves her job— what woman wouldn't enjoy being sexually pleasured in a variety of new ways every day? She has been serviced by some of the most mouthwatering men she has ever laid eyes on.

And still other days, she cannot believe she has lowered herself to this. Then there are the Vampire patrons to whom she is expected to submit and service privately after the shows. Her life at Sanguelascivia is in severe contrast to the simple life she once knew with her husband and child. But she no longer allows herself to think of them. It is too painful to face the loss.

Giuliana vowed she would never love again. That is, until she sees Vincenzo her first night at the theatre and something stirs deep within her. Night after night she aches as she watches him with other women, wondering when she will finally have her turn to be pleasured by him. The only way she is able to endure her performances with the other men— and oft times women— is to fantasize about him pleasuring her.

Will she ever feel him against her skin, feel his lips hot upon hers, feel him moving inside of her? 

              'L'amore di Vincenzo' 

“The first time I laid eyes upon her, 
I was instantly mesmerized by her 
softness, her beauty. 

I knew at once that I was done for... 

Never would I want another woman.”

   
Vincenzo was reasonably happy with his life.  He had a stylish place to live and a job most other men would die for— having sex with multiple partners every night and servicing wealthy clients in the VIP, male and female alike.  For years now, he had been one of the star performers at Sanguelascivia, a swanky erotic nightclub in Venice for the Vampire elite.

But then Giuliana wandered in to the club, a destitute young widow who had nowhere else to turn.  She was nothing like the other women there at Sanguelascivia.  Sure, many of them were gorgeous and naturally, he enjoyed fucking them, but none of them ever interested him in the least.      Perhaps it was merely because Giuliana was not yet hardened by this lifestyle.  She was beautiful in a soft and compassionate kind of way that he had not known in a long time. 

Never had Vincenzo seen anyone quite like her.

And now, he could not seem to get her out of his mind. 

Nor did he want to.

Vincenzo begins fantasizing about Giuliana during his every performance with the other women.  Then he must agonizingly witness her initiation performance with two men.  Will he be able to stand it, or will his emotion get the better of him? 

Will they ever be scheduled to perform together so that he may know the pleasure of being with her?  It is as if someone is determined to keep them apart…

But then something happens which forces Vincenzo to act quick, altering the course of both of their fates forever.  He has to make the most difficult choice of his life— fleeing Sanguelascivia, and the woman he loves.

Will he ever see Giuliana again or will he go through eternity longing for the one woman who has ever touched his heart?

'The Seduction of Gretchen'

“I know that I should not allow myself to be vulnerable to a Vampire like this, but he has me so hot, how can I possibly deny him? 

 Besides he is far more than just a Vampire to me.  

He is my Vampire.  And I am his.”

  Gretchen has worked at Sanguelascivia as an erotic performer and blood courtesan for several years, done it all, seen it all.  She thought she had grown numb to the Vampires whom she was required to service.  It was just a job.  They were just the clientele.

That is, until the night Lucius shows up. 

While on stage in the midst of her performance, Gretchen first locks eyes with him, his gleaming blue eyes never departing from her.  With every move she makes, she feels him watching her, making her hotter by the second.  She fully expects him to be there after the performance to request her services, but to her surprise, he is nowhere to be seen.  Perplexed, Gretchen tries to brush him from her mind, yet hard as she may try, she cannot. 

What is it about him?  No man— human or Vampire— has ever had her feeling quite like this, has ever penetrated her soul as he had.  And she isn’t sure whether she likes it.  But one thing is sure, there is no denying it.  What is happening to her?

Then soon again Lucius is there, boring into her with those cryptic eyes.  And once more, he disappears before the end of the night.  She finds herself fantasizing over this Vampire— something which she never thought she would do.  Gretchen resolves the next time she sees him, she’ll be damned if he’s going to slip away again without speaking to her.  She will take matters into her own hands if she must.  She will request him!

When at last she realises her long-awaited private session with him, Gretchen discovers Lucius has a delicious secret which she never thought possible.  And just as furtively as he appears, so does he vanish once more.  Left with so many questions, she can scarcely wait to see him again.  And Lucius only feeds her preoccupation with him, sending her expensive gifts in between his random visits.

Inferring a sense of urgency, this enigmatic Vampire suddenly asks to come away with him to Paris to be his bonded blood servant— and lover.  Relishing her sexual freedom, Gretchen has never been one to desire this arrangement so many others hoped for.  However, she fears that if she lets him go, she will never see him again, feel him again.  But, what will be in store for her once she leaves the familiar comfort of Sanguelascivia?

The novellas from the Sanguelascivia Novellas Trio focus on individual character from the Anam Céile Chronicles, a series which centers around true love, soul mates, self-discovery, loss, vampires, lust, and the faith in reincarnation set in the lush backdrops of rugged Ireland, beautiful, culturally rich Venice and Florence, Italy, and Morocco, amongst others. They can be read alone or in conjunction with the series.

WARNING:  Contains steamy Sensuality & Explicit Sexuality.  Not intended for Readers below the age of Eighteen!

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Announcing the Official Release of 'The Seduction of Gretchen'!

For this Valentine's Day, I have created another tantalizing Paranormal Erotic Romance Novella for your reading pleasure: 

'The Seduction of Gretchen'!

“I know that I should not allow myself to be vulnerable to a Vampire like this, but he has me so hot, how can I possibly deny him?  Besides he is far more than just a Vampire to me.  

He is my Vampire. And I am his.”

Gretchen has worked at Sanguelascivia as an erotic performer and blood courtesan for several years, done it all, seen it all.  She thought she had grown numb to the Vampires whom she was required to service.  It was just a job.  They were just the clientele.

That is, until the night Lucius shows up. 

While on stage in the midst of her performance, Gretchen first locks eyes with him, his gleaming blue eyes never departing from her.  With every move she makes, she feels him watching her, making her hotter by the second.  She fully expects him to be there after the performance to request her services, but to her surprise, he is nowhere to be seen.  Perplexed, Gretchen tries to brush him from her mind, yet hard as she may try, she cannot. 

What is it about him?  No man— human or Vampire— has ever had her feeling quite like this, has ever penetrated her soul as he had.  And she isn’t sure whether she likes it.  But one thing is sure, there is no denying it.  What is happening to her?

Then soon again Lucius is there, boring into her with those cryptic eyes.  And once more, he disappears before the end of the night.  She finds herself fantasizing over this Vampire— something which she never thought she would do.  Gretchen resolves the next time she sees him, she’ll be damned if he’s going to slip away again without speaking to her.  She will take matters into her own hands if she must.  She will request him!

When at last she realises her long-awaited private session with him, Gretchen discovers Lucius has a delicious secret which she never thought possible.  And just as furtively as he appears, so does he vanish once more.  Left with so many questions, she can scarcely wait to see him again.  And Lucius only feeds her preoccupation with him, sending her expensive gifts in between his random visits.

Inferring a sense of urgency, this enigmatic Vampire suddenly asks to come away with him to Paris to be his bonded blood servant— and lover.  Relishing her sexual freedom, Gretchen has never been one to desire this arrangement so many others hoped for.  However, she fears that if she lets him go, she will never see him again, feel him again.  But, what will be in store for her once she leaves the familiar comfort of Sanguelascivia?

Story Excerpt for 'The Seduction of Gretchen'

 Just before I was to step up to the platform for my mandatory parade before my potential customers, Lucia pulled me aside.

“No need for that, Signorina Gretchen,” she told me pragmatically.  I looked to her questioningly. 

 “Your services have already been reserved by a Monsieur Lucius La Croix.  He is already waiting for you in room five-hundred twenty-two.”

My heart nearly stopped.

Strange.  Never have I heard of someone circumventing the compulsory selection process.  Could that be him?  Monsieur Lucius La Croix… A French name… yes, I could certainly see him being French.

Part of me hoped it would be, while the other part feared the same.  

If he has managed to have so profound an effect on me from a distance, than being in his presence has the potential to literally ruin me!  What if I never desire another man again, even become physically repulsed by them and am left unable to perform forcing me to take to the streets?

Worse yet, what if he is not satisfied with me, becoming disenchanted with me, never to return!  I will be shattered!

Considering all of the possibilities had my stomach working its way into knots.

I could hardly believe I was finally going to be able to service him!  Then for a moment, I decided I must be dreaming, which would have been a rather disappointing realisation, indeed.

Well, I suppose I shall know soon enough if it is a dream or not.

My nerves were really beginning to become agitated as I made my way up the several flights of stairs to the fifth floor. 

It is a good thing I am in shape!

All too soon— or not soon enough, I am not sure which— I was standing before the room in which she had told me he was waiting for me.   As my hand moved to the lever on the door, I drew in a deep breath.  A moment of fear shot through me.

What if it is not him, after all?  I don’t know if I can stand to be disappointed again.  No, but it has to be him, I just know it is!

Turning down the lever, I pushed the door open.  “Hello?  Bonjour?”

At first, I did not see anyone.  Thinking perhaps I had the wrong room, I stepped back to glance at the number beside the door. 

Five-hundred, twenty-two.

“Please, come in,” came the voice, low and commanding yet smooth.  Something about the sound of it told me it was him.  It was the most perfect voice I had ever heard.

I stepped all the way inside the small room, shutting the door behind me.  There to the far left side of the red velvet settee, sat the man whom had occupied every waking— as well as non-waking— moment of my existence in the past month. 

My heart stopped within my chest. 

He was dressed rather elegantly in a suit of ivory satin which seemed to blend seamlessly with his smooth as alabaster skin.  The suit was trimmed in baby blue velvet, accentuating his eyes which were penetrating me in the same mesmerizing manner as they had the other times I had seen him.  His soft waves of pale blonde hair grazed his shoulders and shone like silk, framing his perfectly structured face. 

For all of my relentless fantasizing, I now saw that I had failed severely in doing him proper justice.  He was absolutely beautiful, if one could call a man that, in which case he would definitely be the prime definition. 

He is a God!

I realised that never had I been this close to him before.  It was humbling.  The nervousness which had been dancing about my stomach now flared up fully.  I feared I would choke and not be able to speak, ruining my chance to make a positive impression upon him. 

Somehow, surprising myself, I managed.

“Monsieur La Croix?” I confirmed almost inaudibly in an attempt to smooth over my shaky voice, which I consequently failed miserably.  Never had any man had this effect upon me.  I felt so silly!

The corners of his mouth curled up to form a confident smile.  Having not the opportunity to see his smile before, I became further enthralled.  It was indeed something to behold!

“Oui, I am Monsieur La Croix,” he answered.  “But please, call me Lucius.”

“Lucius,” I repeated, savouring the sound of his name upon my tongue.  Out of fear at appearing daft, I quickly checked myself.  If he knew the powerful effect he had upon me, how I had fantasized of him every day, every night… 

Then realising I was indeed behaving precisely as a foolish girl, I had yet to even properly introduce myself.  No wonder he stared at me so strangely.  “Forgive me my pause.  I am Gretchen.”

“Gretchen,” he repeated sensually, as though caressing my name with his tongue.  “A beautiful name.  What a pleasure it is to finally meet you.”

“I agree, Monsieur… Lucius,” I promptly corrected myself.

He merely continued smiling at me, turning my knees to jelly.  Though his demeanour was one of refinement, I could also immediately sense something else lurking just below the surface, though exactly what it was, I did not know.

“Won’t you please have a seat?” he suggested, placing his hand upon the cushion beside him.

I swallowed, the thought of being even closer to him nearly too much to handle.  Regardless, I knew that if I wanted even more from him, I had better gain control of myself.  Taking another deep breath, my hands went to the sash at my waist which held my robe closed and began to loosen it.

Much too courteously, Lucius held up his hand to stop me.  “That will not be necessary, Gretchen,” he stated rather abruptly.  Then smoothing over his tone once more, he continued, “Let us become better acquainted, shall we?”

I was puzzled.  After all the lust filled gazes we had exchanged, he did not want me nude?  Brushing it aside for the moment, I walked towards him and sat upon the settee beside him. 

Oh God, how can I possibly be this close to him and not want more from him?

 “So then, you are French?” I enquired for want of something, anything to begin the requisite conversation, my voice shakier than I had hoped it would be.

“Oui.  I live just outside Paris,” he replied proudly.  “Have you been there?”

“No, I have not.  But I hope to one day.”

“And perhaps one day you shall,” he remarked rather cryptically. 

What does he mean by that?

My heart began racing as I considered the possible scenarios.  In attempt to disguise my nervousness, I grinned at him, which I realised came out far more profound than I had intended.

“There is no need for anxiousness, Gretchen,” he stated calmly, placing his hand over mine.  I shivered at his touch, but not because of the coolness of it.

Is he able to read my mind, as well?

I chuckled.  “Oh, I am not anxious,” I fibbed.

Raising his brow, Lucius just tilted his head and stared at me as a father who had just caught a child in a lie.

“Well, maybe just a little,” I corrected, a coy smile touching my lips.  “To be quite honest, I have waited a long time to finally meet you, Lucius.”

He remained silent for a long moment, leaving me to wonder what he must be thinking.

At last, Lucius spoke.  “Yes, and I, as well.  Although I promised myself I would not.”

His words caused the knots in my stomach to tighten.

“Would not what?” I enquired, a bit confused.

  Sighing, he replied, “Succumb to my desire to be closer to you.”

Oh!

 Well, that was certainly something to take in!

“But you are here now…” I validated.

“Oui,” Lucius confirmed in defeat.  “I never said I was a strong man.  Clearly, I was unable to resist my desire to know you any longer.”

What in the world am I supposed to say to a declaration like that?

“Well then, I must confess, I am glad you are not a strong man.” I smiled at him mischievously.

“I just had to give myself a chance to spend some time with you, Gretchen,” Lucius expanded.  “My curiosity got the better of me.”

“And?” I prodded, my hand caressing his leg.  I was not about to let him leave me hanging like that! 

Lucius looked back at me curiously for a moment before placing his hand over mine firmly, hindering my ascent up his thigh.  “You are most certainly a tempting woman, Gretchen,” he said.  And then so quietly that I was not sure if he had actually meant for me to hear it, he added, “Tempting, indeed…”

 That is all he has to say?  What am I supposed to make of that?!

“However, I believe it is time for me to go now,” he declared suddenly, rising to his feet.

I did not understand.  It just did not fit everything I had imagined our first encounter to be.  I wanted to give him everything of myself, wanted him to taste every part of me and here he had taken nothing from me.

 “Already?” I questioned him, intensely disappointed.  “But you have not even tasted me.” I sputtered hastily.  Then, realising how that must have sounded, I quickly added, my face flushing, “I mean my blood…”

“That is not why I came here, why I requested you, Gretchen.  I do not typically make a habit of feeding from random humans.”

So, he regards me as no more than a random human?

“Oh, I see,” I replied, the disappointment stinging me deeper. 

My soaring heart plummeted.

It seems he wants nothing from me when all I wanted was to give him everything. 

Noticing my injured reaction, a sympathetic smile touched upon his lips.  “On second thought, what kind of gentleman would refuse such an enticing offer?”  His smile transformed into one slightly more lascivious as he moved closer.  “Close your eyes, Gretchen,” he whispered into my ear.

I did, my pulse already quickening for him.  My heart leapt with joy as I felt him move in closer to me, wrapping his arms about my body.  I felt the prominence of his hand upon my face, gently tilting my head back.  His hands were cool, but for once I did not care, for his mere presence had ignited my insides!  I leaned my head back further to allow him unencumbered access to me. 

Scarcely a second after I perceived the smoothness of his face against my neck, I felt his teeth pierce into me, causing me to sigh into his ear.  Never before had being bitten by a Vampire instigated so much desire in me.  All at once it seemed to flood my body, even as my blood simultaneously flowed out of it.

In that moment, I was elated to be serving him, that he was taking my blood into him, that I was the one to nourish his need for subsistence. 

Somewhere during this— without my sanctioning of it— my lust for him metamorphosed into something else.  It was as I presumed it must be with a mother nursing her newborn babe.  I wanted to be the one to fulfill all of his needs, wanted him to seek it out from me… only me. 

In response to the feel of his strong arms around me, his soft hair brushing my cheek, his full lips upon my neck, his teeth nursing from my vein, my resulting pleasure swiftly began gathering within my core. 

I did not even realise I had begun moaning so heavily.

“Oh yes, my Lucius,” I crooned involuntarily as the heat of my pleasure ascended in me.

And then rather abruptly, he released me, pulling his mouth from my neck.  So caught up in the experience was I, my head so light, that I stumbled.

“I must go,” he declared almost severely.

At first, I could not decipher the meaning of his words.  My head was in a fog, whether from the pleasure of what I had been experiencing or from the lack of blood. 

“No…” I whimpered, distressed at the thought of being without him.  “Will I see you again?” I requested with a pout, immediately hoping I had not come off as desperate.

“Perhaps…” he said as he reached the door, roving his eyes over me hungrily one last time as he opened it. 

And with that Lucius turned away and went through the door, shutting it behind him before I had the chance to say another word.

Stunned, I dropped down upon the settee. 

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