Christmas Blog Hop Contest

Ho! Ho! Ho! Santa comes down the chimney to deliver presents and place them under the tree. And where Santa gets a gift of milk and cookies so do you.

This contest is quick and easy.  Just leave a comment on the below snippet and let me know what you think. Please leave your name and email address. Prizes are the first two books in pdf format of my Hell's Gate Series.

There was a knock on the door echoing through my apartment. My eyes glanced at the DVD player and I sighed debating if I wanted to press play or answer the door. Guess which one I chose? Yes, I opened the door and there was Dante in tight black jeans and a red T-shit. He took my breath away as his dark hair was swept up in a ponytail and his dark eyes sparkled.  He looked up at me and held my gaze and produced a single purple rose. It was the most thoughtful thing. I took it and nicked my thumb so that a bubble of blood came up and before I could clean it Dante snatched it up and sucked on it. The look on his face was pure ecstasy. He looked up at me, smiled, and ran his tongue over the flesh and yeah it was weird, but it was also the sexiest thing I ever had done to me.

            Without another word, he pulled me to him and locked me in a deep throat kiss. Finally he pulled away leaving me breathless. “Wow. What prompted that?”

            He came in, locked the door behind him, and led me to the couch. His hands slid over my shirt searching for a way to get under it. I nearly fell into his embrace, but decided that the evil flying monkeys were gnawing at my conscious. Something about this was all wrong. “Dante. This is great and all, but what the hell did you want to tell me. I get the feeling that your mother is not dying. So fess up.”

            He laughed richly reminded me of dark chocolate rubbing over silk, sweet and soft, but it would still go to my thighs. “You’re very perceptive or I’m losing my touch.”

            “Let’s go with I’m perceptive. Now what gives? You run off on me, break my heart and then come crawling back lying about a dying mother. So what’s up?”

            “Okay, so you got me. I lied about my mother, but there’s something that I wanted to tell you. Show you.”

            I leaned in close and kissed him lightly and he kissed me harder. I fell over onto him and ran my tongue across his lips. As I did, I felt something sharp. I pulled away quickly and came back tasting blood. Dante just looked at me and smiled seductively.

            “That was what I wanted to talk to you about. You see. I’m a vampire. I fell for you hard and I wanted to be sure about you. And I think I am.”

            I stared at him and laughter bubbled up. We were certainly not in Kansas anymore. “So you’re a vampire.”

            Anger crossed Dante’s face. “Madison I’m serious. More than you know. I hoped that it wouldn’t come down to this, but—” He pulled back his lips into a snarl and I saw his fangs growing and he struck, biting into my neck. The pain was so abrupt that it hit me quickly and took me a moment to react and then the pleasure of his mouth on my neck. Okay, this guy was for real. No normal human being could make teeth grow like that and then move so quickly. Hmmm..the twister had picked up my house and landed me on top of the wicked witch herself. Finally, I came to my senses and started beating him on the chest to get him off of me. Not that I wanted him to stop, but a girl has to talk.

            Dante moved back and I saw the smear on his lips and on his teeth as he preened the vestiges with his tongue. “Okay, I believe you. So what? You going to make me into a vampire or what?”

            He just looked at me as if I had shot him. “You know, Madison. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here. I thought. I don’t know what I thought.” He looked as if he had come to some horrid realization. He bleached out like stone and I was a statue that he didn’t see. He moved toward the door and I looked at him puzzled and moved in front of him before he could get to the door.

            “Whoa, you come over here, tell me you’re a vampire, and now you’re just leaving. What the hell?”

            He signed and stared me straight in the eyes. “Honestly, you’re just not my type.”

            He pushed me out of the way and in an instant he was gone evaporating into mist. I was left open mouthed, gaping at where he had gone. I turned on my heel and went back to the freezer, still in disbelief. I pulled out my last pint of ice cream and took out a spoon. I was more in shock as I opened up the pint and picked up the phone. But I hung it back up and knew that Chris would never believe me. Damn, it was just my luck.

            Boyfriends sucked. Literally, it seemed.

            I flicked the DVD on and even before the Technicolor cornfields came on, I decided to switch out the disc and put in a vampire movie that I had bought on a whim. Yeah, it was definitely time to find a new movie. No more trips over the rainbow for me.

             From now on, I was sticking with my girlfriends.

Hope you have enjoyed this. It's a short I'm thinking about expanding. 

Happy Holidays