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Here be Sexist Vampires

Title: Here be Sexist Vampires

Author: Suzanne Wright

Series: Deep in your veins #1

Status: Completed

Link: http://www.kissofvampires.net/vampires/Deep_In_Your_Veins_1/

Quote from Here be Sexist Vampires:

"wouldn't have cared if she was like the others; not interested in me, just wanting to be 'the Heir's' consort. If it was the power and authority that got the women rolling up their skirts then fine, whatever. Just as long as they rolled those skirts up whenever I told them to, all was good." -Jared

Warning that Here be Sexist Vampires is filled with erotic explicit vampy sex and a romance story with real bite. Honestly this is the kind of book that has you just staring at the screen, like wow. Sam is best described as "very crazy, borderline-homicidal - on second thought, scrap the borderline - woman." How could you be attracted to someone who made you so pissed off that you considered burning their balls with a lighter?

Sam Parker is a vampire with a gift so strong and substantial that she is invited to partake in a test for a place in the Grand High Master Vampire's private army. She finds that not only has the army never included a woman, but it has never included a Sventé vampire; a breed that is regarded by the super strong Pagori breed and the hypnotically beautiful Keja breed to be too tame and human-like. Most refuse to take her seriously, especially a Pagori commander named Jared who she craves in spite of herself. The Grand High Master, however, sees her potential and offers her the position of Jared's co-commander to help train the newest squad in time for the impending attack on his home. Sam has to demonstrate to Jared and the squad of chauvinists why it is incredibly foolish to underestimate a wilful, temperamental, borderline-homicidal Sventé female.

Excerpt

(Sam)

I knew before I even reached the doorstep of the building that someone was in my flat. I knew that they were unfamiliar. I knew that their mood was calm, cool. And I knew that they were a vampire. Like me.

When I reached the top level of the building I found my Sire's two dull looking vampire guards stood outside my door as usual, seemingly unaware of the vampire inside. I thought about alerting them, but then curiosity came to call. The strange vampire had to be powerful in order to remain off the radar of the guards and yet he, or she, apparently had no interest in concealing their presence from me. Okay, they had me intrigued.

Just as calm and collected as the intruder, I unlocked the door and headed straight for the tiny, outdated kitchen. While rooting through my plastic shopping bag for the carton of milk, I called out, "I don't have all night so I'd appreciate it if you told me what you want."

At this point I had established by their scent that they were male, seeing as females tended to smell sweeter. I was also able to tell, going by the fizzing feeling in the flat, that this particular vampire was extremely powerful: a master vampire for sure.

The footsteps behind me were soft, slow, non-threatening. Whatever this vampire wanted, it wasn't a brawl. "Evening Miss Parker," he said politely, "I've been waiting for you." It was rare that I heard such a well-spoken voice around this area of London. My neighbours - most of whom were drug addicts, poverty stricken, or criminals - would be more than tempted to try to mug the bloke. Well they would be in for one hell of a surprise if they did.

Milk carton in hand, I finally turned to look him. "So I see."

As with all vampires, he had incredible sexual appeal, but his allure was even more intense because he was a Keja vampire - something I knew just by the slight tint of amber in his irises. That amber would glow whenever he was angry, thirsty or horny. Luckily enough, they weren't glowing now. All Keja vampires had hypnotic beauty and females were often called Enchantresses. Why couldn't I have been a Keja? Instead, I was a Sventé vampire; the dullest of all three breeds.