A Vampire’s
Christmas
Christmas
Deirdre looked
around the decorated house with a twinkling Christmas tree, presents carefully
put underneath the branches, and the sweet scent of pine filling the room, but
it wasn’t Christmas.
around the decorated house with a twinkling Christmas tree, presents carefully
put underneath the branches, and the sweet scent of pine filling the room, but
it wasn’t Christmas.
Something was
missing.
missing.
Her pulse quickened
and her insides quaked. She smiled. She knew exactly want to do. Janus had done
so many wonderful things for her––most of those presents were for her––that she
wanted to do something for him that he’d never expect. Luckily, he was still in
the death sleep.
and her insides quaked. She smiled. She knew exactly want to do. Janus had done
so many wonderful things for her––most of those presents were for her––that she
wanted to do something for him that he’d never expect. Luckily, he was still in
the death sleep.
Giddiness swept
over her. She grabbed her purse and practically skipped to their SUV. Snow
swirled around the windshield, putting her in the mood for baking.
over her. She grabbed her purse and practically skipped to their SUV. Snow
swirled around the windshield, putting her in the mood for baking.
Within minutes,
she was at the grocery store. She grabbed flour, margarine, sugar, eggs, and
anise from the pharmacy.
she was at the grocery store. She grabbed flour, margarine, sugar, eggs, and
anise from the pharmacy.
She could hardly
wait to see Janus’s face. He was just now being able to eat certain things
beside blood and she hoped he could add her grandmother’s special recipe to his
repertoire.
wait to see Janus’s face. He was just now being able to eat certain things
beside blood and she hoped he could add her grandmother’s special recipe to his
repertoire.
After she parked
the SUV in the garage, she unloaded her precious ingredients, then she pulled
out her grandmother’s old pizzelle iron. Janus had offered to buy her a new
one, but her grandmother’s was seasoned not just with traditions, but memories.
the SUV in the garage, she unloaded her precious ingredients, then she pulled
out her grandmother’s old pizzelle iron. Janus had offered to buy her a new
one, but her grandmother’s was seasoned not just with traditions, but memories.
Deirdre melted a
pound of margarine in the microwave. She broke fifteen eggs into a large mixing
bowl.
pound of margarine in the microwave. She broke fifteen eggs into a large mixing
bowl.
“What are you
doing?”
doing?”
She squeaked,
nearly jumping out of her skin. “Janus.”
nearly jumping out of her skin. “Janus.”
He grinned
leaning against the wall and yawned.
leaning against the wall and yawned.
Her mouth
watered at his naked chest and she bit back the desire to run her fingers over
those sleek packed abs. “I thought you were asleep.”
watered at his naked chest and she bit back the desire to run her fingers over
those sleek packed abs. “I thought you were asleep.”
He cupped her
chin. “You left and I woke. I can always feel when you’re gone.” He brushed his
lips over hers and she shivered.
chin. “You left and I woke. I can always feel when you’re gone.” He brushed his
lips over hers and she shivered.
“I wanted to
make you a surprise.”
make you a surprise.”
He lifted an
eyebrow. “Cookies? Unless there’s blood in them, I doubt I can eat it.”
eyebrow. “Cookies? Unless there’s blood in them, I doubt I can eat it.”
She frowned.
“But you’ve been eating other things.”
“But you’ve been eating other things.”
“Rare meat and
red wine.”
red wine.”
She kissed his
hand. “Will you at least try? It just isn’t Christmas without pizzelles.”
hand. “Will you at least try? It just isn’t Christmas without pizzelles.”
“You know I can
deny you nothing.”
deny you nothing.”
She bit his lip.
“If it doesn’t work, I’ll add blood to it.”
“If it doesn’t work, I’ll add blood to it.”
“If you don’t
stop tempting me, those cookies will never be made.” He lightly scraped his
fangs over her neck.
stop tempting me, those cookies will never be made.” He lightly scraped his
fangs over her neck.
Chills ran down
her back, and her heart skipped a beat. She put her hands on his wide chest.
“Janus, not know.”
her back, and her heart skipped a beat. She put her hands on his wide chest.
“Janus, not know.”
She laughed at
the disappointment in his eyes. She
clasped his hand. “Here, you can help.”
the disappointment in his eyes. She
clasped his hand. “Here, you can help.”
He did a double
take. “I can?”
take. “I can?”
“Yes. Put two
and half cups of sugar in the bowl while I get the margarine out of the
microwave.”
and half cups of sugar in the bowl while I get the margarine out of the
microwave.”
Janus did as he
was told. He was such a magnificent man not only with his perfect abs, but his
long dark hair that flared over his wide shoulders. She could never get enough
of him or thank him for saving her from a nightmare. She trembled and her knees
weakened.
was told. He was such a magnificent man not only with his perfect abs, but his
long dark hair that flared over his wide shoulders. She could never get enough
of him or thank him for saving her from a nightmare. She trembled and her knees
weakened.
“Are you cold?”
He wrapped his arms around her and snuggled his head in the crock of her neck.
“I could make you warm.”
He wrapped his arms around her and snuggled his head in the crock of her neck.
“I could make you warm.”
She took a deep
breath. “I know you could, but I really want to do this for you.”
breath. “I know you could, but I really want to do this for you.”
He slowly
released her and she already missed his warmth. “As you wish.”
released her and she already missed his warmth. “As you wish.”
She smiled. Her
favorite line from The Princess Bride.
favorite line from The Princess Bride.
“What do you
want me to do next?”
want me to do next?”
She gestured.
“Sit at the counter and relax.”
“Sit at the counter and relax.”
“Would you like
some wine?”
some wine?”
“Sure.”
Janus poured
them both a glass of wine from his favorite vintage sent all the way from Italy
while she added the margarine to the eggs and sugar. She flicked on the
Kitchen-Aide mixer.
them both a glass of wine from his favorite vintage sent all the way from Italy
while she added the margarine to the eggs and sugar. She flicked on the
Kitchen-Aide mixer.
He set a glass
on the counter. “Here, you go.”
on the counter. “Here, you go.”
“Thank you.” She
leaned over and brushed her lips over his.
leaned over and brushed her lips over his.
“So tempting,”
he murmured. “How about if I take you on the floor like we did the other
night?”
he murmured. “How about if I take you on the floor like we did the other
night?”
Her heart jumped
at the memory and blood immediately pooled between her legs. “You promise.”
at the memory and blood immediately pooled between her legs. “You promise.”
He sighed and
settled on to barstool. “I know I did.”
settled on to barstool. “I know I did.”
She could hardly
wait to see if he could eat these. She’d be so disappointed if he couldn’t. But
he was Janus Morano––Master Vampire.
wait to see if he could eat these. She’d be so disappointed if he couldn’t. But
he was Janus Morano––Master Vampire.
She added six
cups of flour to the egg, sugar, and butter mixture. “Now, for my favorite
part.”
cups of flour to the egg, sugar, and butter mixture. “Now, for my favorite
part.”
He frowned.
“What’s that?”
“What’s that?”
“You’ll see.”
She opened the small bottle of Anise oil and added it to the dough. The smell
of Christmas spread through the kitchen like the blowing snow outside.
She opened the small bottle of Anise oil and added it to the dough. The smell
of Christmas spread through the kitchen like the blowing snow outside.
The creases of
Janus’s frown disappeared and he flashed her a smile that always turned her
into a hot mess.
Janus’s frown disappeared and he flashed her a smile that always turned her
into a hot mess.
“What is that?”
“Anise oil.”
Once again, the mixer churned the dough, releasing more of Christmas.
Once again, the mixer churned the dough, releasing more of Christmas.
“Now what?”
“We have to let
it rest for a half hour.”
it rest for a half hour.”
“Good. I’ve
waited long enough.” He grabbed her and kissed her like a starving man.
waited long enough.” He grabbed her and kissed her like a starving man.
Her body turned
alive. She indulged in running her hands over his thick muscles, marveling at
his strength. He was so powerful that vampire killers quaked when they heard
his name.
alive. She indulged in running her hands over his thick muscles, marveling at
his strength. He was so powerful that vampire killers quaked when they heard
his name.
And he was his.
All hers.
All hers.
He slipped his
hand underneath her T-Shirt and she gasped. “Janus. Not yet. The cookies.”
hand underneath her T-Shirt and she gasped. “Janus. Not yet. The cookies.”
“Seriously?” His
husky breath almost made her want to forget the pizzelles.
husky breath almost made her want to forget the pizzelles.
Almost.
“I promise you
won’t be sorry.”
won’t be sorry.”
“They better be
damn good.”
damn good.”
“They are.” She
left him before she allowed him to make good on his promise.
left him before she allowed him to make good on his promise.
She brought the
bowl over to the pizzelle iron that was nice and hot. Janus’s passionate gaze
made it hard for her to concentrate. She dipped a teaspoon into the mixture
with her shaking hand and dabbed a spoonful onto the snowflake-shaped iron.
bowl over to the pizzelle iron that was nice and hot. Janus’s passionate gaze
made it hard for her to concentrate. She dipped a teaspoon into the mixture
with her shaking hand and dabbed a spoonful onto the snowflake-shaped iron.
“Am I making you
nervous?”
nervous?”
She glared.
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
This time, he
laughed. She liked the sound of his laugh. It was deep from his diaphragm and
always erased her slightest frown.
laughed. She liked the sound of his laugh. It was deep from his diaphragm and
always erased her slightest frown.
She squeezed the
iron tight, flattening the dough. The scent of anise grew stronger.
iron tight, flattening the dough. The scent of anise grew stronger.
She carefully
took out the cookie with a fork and placed them on the counter to cool. They
were a perfect golden color.
took out the cookie with a fork and placed them on the counter to cool. They
were a perfect golden color.
“They look
delicious,” he said, but she could hear the wariness in his voice. Certain
foods could make him deathly sick.
delicious,” he said, but she could hear the wariness in his voice. Certain
foods could make him deathly sick.
“Try one.”
He gingerly
picked up a pizzelle.
picked up a pizzelle.
She held her
breath. Her chest tightened. She shifted nervously from foot-to-foot as he
nibbled.
breath. Her chest tightened. She shifted nervously from foot-to-foot as he
nibbled.
His eyes widened
and a smile spread across his handsome face. “These are delicious.”
and a smile spread across his handsome face. “These are delicious.”
“Are you feeling
okay? Are you sick?”
okay? Are you sick?”
“I’m fine. I
can’t tell you the last time I ate a cookie.”
can’t tell you the last time I ate a cookie.”
“Hundreds of
years ago.”
years ago.”
He gobbled up
the cookie, then drew her into his arms. “Thank you.”
the cookie, then drew her into his arms. “Thank you.”
She searched his
face. “Are you sure you’re not ill?”
face. “Are you sure you’re not ill?”
“Only sick from
not loving you.”
not loving you.”
“I wanted to
share something special from my past with you. Making pizzelles with my family
has been one of my favorite traditions. And now, you’re part of my family.”
share something special from my past with you. Making pizzelles with my family
has been one of my favorite traditions. And now, you’re part of my family.”
He grinned
mischievously. “Let’s add another tradition to making pizzelles.”
mischievously. “Let’s add another tradition to making pizzelles.”
She laughed and
indulged in a sweet pleasure that brought making pizzelles into a hot, sinful
delight.
indulged in a sweet pleasure that brought making pizzelles into a hot, sinful
delight.
A Vampire’s Wish
Vampires on HolidayML Guida
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Buffalo Mountain Press
Date of Publication: December 19, 2018
ASIN: B07M95BCYL
Number of pages: 139
Word Count: 33452
Cover Artist: Megan J Parker-Squires
Tagline: He lost her once in another time. Will she give their love another chance?
Book Description:
Janus : I lost her once in another life. I’ve found her again, but she’s with another man. A man who beats her.
I won’t let him hurt her again. But if I move too fast, she’ll disappear again. Will I ever win her heart or am I destined to live alone for eternity?
Deirdre: A vampire’s claims he knew me over two hundred years ago, and I was his wife. He wants to pick up where we left off.
I can’t deal with his fantasies. I have enough troubles with escaping from my boss who is my fiancé.
Unfortunately, my only chance to escape from him is to trust Janus who stirs up feelings that I’ve never felt for any other man. They scare me. What if he’s right? What if in a former life I was in love with him? Could I possibly be feeling desire for a vampire?
A Vampire's Wish is the first book in ML Guida's new sexy, vampire series. If you like page-turning action, dark heroes, kick-ass heroines, then you'll fall in love with new series from an award winning author.
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Excerpt:
“Yes, spoiled me
actually. Fancy dinners. Expensive clothes. But it wasn’t the money I loved. It
was his humor and his tenderness.” She lowered her gaze. “He’s my boss. I’m his
secretary.”
actually. Fancy dinners. Expensive clothes. But it wasn’t the money I loved. It
was his humor and his tenderness.” She lowered her gaze. “He’s my boss. I’m his
secretary.”
“Your boss?”
“He’s an
attorney. A powerful one.”
attorney. A powerful one.”
“And?”
She strolled
over to his small Christmas tree. “You’ve got a beautiful tree.” She glanced at
the box of ornaments on the coffee table. “How come you haven’t decorated your
tree?”
over to his small Christmas tree. “You’ve got a beautiful tree.” She glanced at
the box of ornaments on the coffee table. “How come you haven’t decorated your
tree?”
“My family’s
tradition was to decorate the tree on Christmas Eve.” He left out that that it
had been their tradition, one he had kept up after all these years.
tradition was to decorate the tree on Christmas Eve.” He left out that that it
had been their tradition, one he had kept up after all these years.
She reached into
the box of ornaments and pulled out a white porcelain horse ornament with roses
on the saddle. “Brandon helped me out during some dark times.”
the box of ornaments and pulled out a white porcelain horse ornament with roses
on the saddle. “Brandon helped me out during some dark times.”
Janus held his
breath. Interesting she focused on that one. She had cherished the little horse
when she’d been alive. He’d given it to her their first Christmas.
breath. Interesting she focused on that one. She had cherished the little horse
when she’d been alive. He’d given it to her their first Christmas.
She stroked the
horse, just like she had when she was alive as Delores. Wishing, hoping, he
tried to remain calm, but his hands shook. The slip of a woman was about to
bring a master vampire to his knees.
horse, just like she had when she was alive as Delores. Wishing, hoping, he
tried to remain calm, but his hands shook. The slip of a woman was about to
bring a master vampire to his knees.
He nodded.
“There’s a story that goes with that horse.” His voice trembled, and she lifted
her slender eyebrow.
“There’s a story that goes with that horse.” His voice trembled, and she lifted
her slender eyebrow.
“Oh?”
“The story goes
that a little girl came to Jesus’s manager. Heartbroken, she had no gifts to
bring to the poor infant, so she cried. Her tears turned to roses when they
splashed onto the ground. She quickly gathered the blossoms and offered him a
bouquet of red blooms. The roses on the horse’s saddle are a tribute to the
little girl.”
that a little girl came to Jesus’s manager. Heartbroken, she had no gifts to
bring to the poor infant, so she cried. Her tears turned to roses when they
splashed onto the ground. She quickly gathered the blossoms and offered him a
bouquet of red blooms. The roses on the horse’s saddle are a tribute to the
little girl.”
“What a lovely
story. I love roses.” She sat on his leather couch and crossed her legs.
“They’re my favorite flower.”
story. I love roses.” She sat on his leather couch and crossed her legs.
“They’re my favorite flower.”
Janus forced
himself not to move. Delores had a magic touch with gardens. Her flowers were
grand and brilliant, and at each of their homes, their rose gardens shadowed
their neighbors. At midnight, she used to stroll in the garden and inhale their
fragrant scent, but he liked to spread her naked body on a bed of rose petals,
the moon shining on her skin, her brown hair fanning over the petals. He ached
to take her again, to kiss her, to spark her memory.
himself not to move. Delores had a magic touch with gardens. Her flowers were
grand and brilliant, and at each of their homes, their rose gardens shadowed
their neighbors. At midnight, she used to stroll in the garden and inhale their
fragrant scent, but he liked to spread her naked body on a bed of rose petals,
the moon shining on her skin, her brown hair fanning over the petals. He ached
to take her again, to kiss her, to spark her memory.
“Brandon is
allergic to roses.”
allergic to roses.”
He gripped the
arm chair. “Allergic?”
arm chair. “Allergic?”
“Yes. However,
he’s a great gardener. Has a green thumb and grows zucchini, squash, tomatoes,
and cucumbers. Before we started living together, he’d bring his produce into
the office.”
he’s a great gardener. Has a green thumb and grows zucchini, squash, tomatoes,
and cucumbers. Before we started living together, he’d bring his produce into
the office.”
“You were
telling me why you’re with him.”
telling me why you’re with him.”
“A drunk driver
killed my parents on New Year’s Eve.” She brushed more tears off her face.
“Sorry.”
killed my parents on New Year’s Eve.” She brushed more tears off her face.
“Sorry.”
He handed her a
box of tissues.
box of tissues.
“Thank you.” She
wiped her cheeks and blew her nose. “This is the first holiday without my
parents.” She broke down and sobbed.
wiped her cheeks and blew her nose. “This is the first holiday without my
parents.” She broke down and sobbed.
About the Author:
Award Winning Author M.L. Guida loves science fiction and the paranormal. From Star Trek to Dark Shadows to Supernatural, she fell in love with things that go bump in the night. But it was the heroes, she loved the best. No matter what happened, those characters never gave up. Now, her heroes are following their footsteps. Whether it's a shape shifter from outer space or a vampire from the past, her wounded heroes always find a way to conquer battles and win the heart of the feisty heroine. Because even in a world of darkness, true love survive.
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