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The Crimson Fantasies
If you enjoy reading the urban paranormal genre, brace yourself before you slake your thirst for the unpredictable. Part blood bath and part bubble bath, my Crimson fantasies are filled with humour and horror, suspense and steamy bits. An attic of secrets and a forbidden house, a kidnapping and a pub crawl, not one but two prison escapes, all have one thing in common — a 927-year-old biter with a taste for the nubile.

The past, present and future now await you...



Sneak Peeks at Random
The following is an excerpt from page 132 of The Crimson Woman:
The quiet breathing, the subtle looks, the continuance of body, the fluidity of lithe limbs and the propulsion of unrequited love; all were physiological qualities playing out in him, for he thrived as the ultimate for centuries without equal challenge, until he encountered a free-thinking woman. And every woman wanted him, in the very old past before women were permitted a voice, long after women won emancipation, and well before women knew better of him. All women wanted to be devoured and made whole by him.

But not her.

He was unprepared for her ambivalence, for the unbreakable love she held for her husband that fortified her iron will. He truly believed she would die before betraying their love and because of it, he wanted her all the more. To bed her for one night, before hurling himself into the deep well of eternity, before transferring the burden of knowledge and responsibility, he wanted her to want him, to become a possession of his reality of time and future.

Sir William removed two nectarines from the bottom crisper in the refrigerator and cut the fruit into halves, coring the centre pit and placing the fleshy treats onto a small plate. He then poured a glass of fresh water into a better pint glass. He smelled the sift, fragrant aroma as he handed the food and drink to Magdalene.

"Kindly follow me into the dining room," my dear. The crispness of the day's light, exploding through the kitchen window, cast long shadows of Sir William's profile against the beige walls.
The following is an excerpt from page 116 of The Crimson Dream:
The sincerity of his words had been received by Miss Birmingham as they had been intended by Sir William. He meant every word he spoke. That inner part of him that remained connected to his human self still had a human brain, and believed every lie he told to achieve what he had set out to do. But his vampire ruthlessness and seduction was truly the devil inside that ruled his nature.

Once Catherine stepped back into her room and moved aside in order that he could come in, he had already entered her in his mind; his hands had already unbuttoned her petticoat; his kisses were already traveling from the small of her back up to the nape of her neck. And her luxurious hair, that most wondrous place where the smells of each woman were held like flowers kept in a sealed box, would cover his face and caress his skin. Indeed, she would writhe on top of him, throwing her hands above his head to support her body. Her pert breasts would fall before him, offering themselves to his mouth like raw, uncut rubies to a skilled jeweller. She would then be helpless. She would take him deep into her, as much as her body would allow, and then disappear into him.

"I do believe chocolate is the work of Satan, would you not agree" asked Sir William mischievously. His cock throbbed. Stepping into her room, he shut the door behind himself. His clothes emanated the vampire aroma and Catherine almost swooned. When he opened the box to reveal the prized sweets of wrapped truffles, he watched her eyes flicker.

"I only wish for you to indulge in this extravagance. The shop owner assured me that he imports only the finest cocoa from abroad. I have already indulged in his offerings and they are nothing short of exquisite."

He saw the small hairs on her neck stand up. The bonnet he had seen earlier in the day was gone. Neither was her hair tightly coiled but rather, her ringlets had fallen out, splaying across her shoulders. Even the cleavage of her dress revealed her breasts like fresh rosebuds blooming and turning toward the kiss of the sun. He consumed her even before he had laid one finger on her body or before his lips had touched the moist texture of hers. To be able to watch her unwrap the chocolate and bring the delicacy to her lips was pure pleasure.

The following is an excerpt from page 17 of Vulgar Verse:
I like your tenderness and peculiarity

the way you touch me

with a sprinkle of patience

you explore me.

Between the lines of my emotion

and flesh, I bubble over with lust.

For your taste is the first morsel

to pass these lips.

And the water of your mouth

is the wine in the glass of my want.

And I regress to a time when I worried far less.

In your tenderness, I feel irresistible.
The following is an excerpt from page 3 of The Crimson Time:
Magdalene Crimson melted in sweet ecstasy. The pain hardened her nipples into rubies. Her legs were an eager, open mouth, spread far apart on the fine oak stretching table. She gripped the clamps intensely. The worse the crack of the cane stung, the stronger grew her desire.

Samuel possessed her, changing the pitch and rhythm of her quivering flesh with rapid cracks. When he struck fiercely, the electric impulse of contact made Magdalene feel alive. Each crack felt like a hot wasp sting, reverberating and pulsating for seconds afterward.

Samuel instructed Magdalene in the arts and magic of hard play, exploring new dimensions of pain in their sanctuary, a place where boundaries were pushed in privacy.

The attic's slanted walls of brick and wood exhaled the sweat and flesh of her scent.

Her subtle and unusual aroma of fresh cut grass, her reddened flesh and writhing limbs seduced Samuel wholly. He marveled at the awesome strength of her body. Sir William Simon Hennessy, Magdalene's predecessor, had transformed her into an extraordinary female, the one and true vampire on Earth.

The following is an excerpt from page 102 of The Crimson Boy:
"Of course," said Sir William with confidence. His nostrils flared and her fragrant scent curled in his nose. He inhaled quietly, filling his nasal passages deeply, while simultaneously bringing to mind an image of her on the rack as Samuel was above, turning the crank.

Sir William, on rare occasions, however extreme, would respond to the female species with arousal. He was surprised; sitting across the table from Magdalene incited in him a desire for wanting a woman the old-fashioned way, through intercourse.

He smelled again, breathing in far longer, allowing the scent to remain inside his nostrils, holding it with his mind, recognizing her scent, attaching it to her as though it were a silk cover clinging to her limbs. He couldn't stop looking at her. The lingering aroma of marijuana was picked up; caught in the material of her clothes.

"Are you a real...I mean...are you a...," she dared not say the word.

"You are a cultivator of organic plants, are you not?" he asked.

"Yeah," she answered. "Organic is ideal. Food tastes better, especially meat like chicken if they're raised free range without antibiotics and fed on grains instead of animal parts," Magdalene looked around, horrified she was about to say that word in public, to use the very word which had been resting on the tip of her tongue from the moment Sir William's face became known to her.

"Are you a..." she tried once more to ask. Again, the word would not come out.

"A super-charged, reanimated human," he said, finishing her sentence.

Magdalene looked around to ensure no one was within proximity.

The following is an excerpt from page 113 of The Crimson Crimes:
He skated toward her swiftly, his feet and legs well acquainted with the rhythm of skating even though he had not worn a pair of skates in almost a year.

Magdalene's warm smile was a beacon of bright whiteness under the dark bridge and he had only to imagine how divine her lips would taste in the cold.

Samuel abruptly tilted his body to an angle and with both blades cut a sharp edge on the ice. He stopped inches from his wife. "Like stealing candy from a baby."

"My gorgeous boy," beamed Magdalene. "I heard the sirens and I saw the helicopter lights. I think you pulled the entire police force away from their posts to chase after you. You are such a devil."

"I'm the devil you know. And love," said Samuel, pushing his pelvis into his wife's body. He planted an enthusiastic kiss on her lips. Desire raged like a fire inside Samuel's loins...
The following is an excerpt from page 109 of The Crimson Man:
Magdalene felt him between her legs, crossing them, trying to take her mind off the fact that her panties were soaking wet. This man seated beside her was almost too much, too much for her fantastic imagination. If only he knew what dirty deeds she had conjured up while he spoke.

He wore relaxed fitting pants and a black, crew neck shirt, with white buttons; the first two undone, opening up to his chest; black hairs speckled lightly across. His sandals were well worn and his toenails groomed.

She thought how funny it is that women notice the most unusual aspects of a man.

"I realize it's impolite to ask personal questions about someone I've only just met but they really are the best questions to ask after all," he remarked.

"OK now you've piqued my interested," she replied.

"You're not involved with anyone?"

"Alas I'm an unclaimed treasure," she answered.

He liked her light-hearted humour.
The following is an excerpt from page 30 of Friction:
This man's ardour

softly nudging behind swaying wild fire

internally bleeding and burning.

This bird of prey,

pulling at my meat

thorny and red.

My lips coming apart.

Both flesh and wet,

land eroding into rain,

into my age of breeding

coming quickly to me.

This man's prick is the sin I taste,

an epic fissure

this day we make.
The following is an excerpt from page 6 of Mounting the Bedpost:
He lays exuberantly

in my arms.

He nudges and nips

my edges.

He breaks my skin

and confesses,

he cannot keep his hands

off me.

With hardly a telltale sign

he fell,

where I laid

his body next to mine.

His nipples hardened

and I unraveled,

while in his heart he held me

with a kiss.