Enfer's Mate
Foreward
Foreword
Come with me, now. Travel to a time you may well know. The 21st century, a modern era. Your era…only this time around, see through those rose-colored glasses you lost long ago in the throes of childhood…
Here we meet Marina. As changing as the tides and as wild as the waves, she is thrust into the vampiric Court…and comes face-to-face, with Enfer The Vampire King…
“ Who is this one? She is not human…”…..
”No, my King. She is of Fey blood…The very sweetest blood there is….”
“Indeed.”
Melancholy eyes of murky green, like emeralds and tar. Ash-black hair, loose and waving to a perfect shoulder-length. A body raped with scars; telling tales of bloody battles long past, and a warrior spirit yet to be defeated…. To forget those sharp, pearly vampiric fangs would be a sin…
“Do not be frightened, Ma Biche…I will not bite…unless you ask me too.”
“I am not your ‘pet’.”
“Oh how wrong you are, Marina…how wrong you are…”
He is sexier than sin itself. But the death-toll of depression lurks from the shadows of his heart. Humanity lost…this is the vampire’s most infamous curse…and greatest treasure…
“Fine! Deny what you are, but I will not. You’re beautiful, scars, insecurities, selfishness and all. You are beautiful, but you are not human…and never will be…Céadsearc…”
But someone is already here…there is already a man in her life. A human, mortally gorgeous, with charming dimples. Golden tanned skin, Adonis’ body… A soft swash of chestnut curls, long lashes fringing expressive stone grey eyes; resting in a ruggedly handsome face…
“Hey there Fairy girl…is there something wrong?”
“Us. We are wrong. I am wrong. He is wrong. The whole damn world is wrong! And there is nothing I can do to stop it…”
“I love you, you know… And always have…”
Their journey awaits. The knights are mounted and the pawns barricade the front lines. The game is set. A war is brewing. The King makes his move…the evil black Queen…makes hers…
“They’re coming! WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE OR WE ARE GOING TO DIE!!!”
“Too Late! She has awaken…we must stand and fight…or die trying…”
Tragedy strikes us when we turn our face towards the stinging blow. Indecision. Lust. Torment. Pain. Sorrow… A tempest of passion besieges our players…
“Let me go. Now.”
“I want something first…a moan. A moan of pleasure. And I do not care the cost. I will rip it from your mouth with every lick of my tongue, every stroke of my hand, and every thrust of my hips…You will scream my name…and before the night is done…you will beg me to bite you…”
Entertain wild fantasies and indulge in lusty fantasies, bloody battles, personalities unforgettable, oceanic adventures and creatures, a deadly chess game of blood, fangs, mortality, magic, sex, hearts, souls…and maybe even love…
The sea awaits you traveler. Go to her….