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4. Beloved Vampire

Mason has lived in the Sahara desert for almost 300 years, grieving for a lost love and guarding her tomb. When the tomb is breached, his bloodlust is stirred to raging by the thought of someone disturbing her sanctuary.

What he finds is Jessica, a fugitive from his own world. Jessica was the forced second-mark servant of a cruel vampire master. Through an unexpected turn of events, she was able to kill him when he tried to give her the final mark, which would have made her his full servant, bound to him even in death. Because the third marking was not complete, it left her alive…barely.

Drawn by the historic legend of the tomb, not knowing how it intertwines with the vampire world she is seeking to avoid, Jessica’s only desire is to die there, with her hand on the sarcophagus of the woman who’d had an unyielding faith in love.

Instead, she finds her desire to live forcibly re-awakened by the vampire who refuses to let her give up. She clings to her hatred, but the more Mason struggles with her, the more determined he is to help her believe in love again. The only catch is he might have to do the same. But can he offer up his heart to another extraordinary woman if he already gave it away centuries ago?​

This is the first book where Hill switches the power dynamic and the guy is the vampire/dominant. Its another standalone book but the end it has both Lyssa and Jacob and Danni and Dev making cameo appearances after the events of the books so it could spoil someone who hasn't read their books.

This is the book most likely I'd base a thread off of If I decide to the dom in my attempt to revive this thing.

5.Vampire Mistress

Gideon Green is a hardcore vampire hunter. But in the past year, his only family, his little brother, became a vampire queen’s servant – and then a vampire himself, giving Gideon a different view of the vampire world. Since Gideon’s sole purpose for over a decade has been killing vampires, the violence that has scarred his soul now haunts his conscience.

Then he crosses paths with a sexy BDSM night club owner, Mistress Anwyn. Their connection is immediate and intense, but she has a silent partner--the vampire Daegan Rei. When Anwyn is viciously attacked and turned by a rogue vampire, Gideon and Daegan join to protect her through a dangerous transition. As the bonds between the three of them draw tighter, Gideon faces an unbelievable truth...that the path to meaning in his life may be found in surrendering to the desires and needs of two vampires.​

This book involves a menage a trois between vampire male, vampire female and human male servant. Also it does have a scene of guy on guy and makes it impractical for me to make this book into a thread here, or atleast one I'm involved in.

Interesting note: I based my thread with DarkEmpress Inside the inferno house off the first half of this book with gender's reversed before it took a left turn with the introduction of vampires and the menage element.

 

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6. Vampire Trinity

Vampire hunter Gideon Green sure as hell never intended to become a vampire’s servant. But when Anwyn Naime, a woman with whom he shared an unforgettable night, is turned by a vampire pack, they become bound by something far greater than either imagined. It also forces Gideon into an uneasy alliance with one of the most terrifying vampires he’s ever encountered: the mysterious Daegan Rei.


Daegan also has a vested interest in Anwyn. His history with the lovely nightclub owner is both intimate and intense. As Gideon and Daegan shepherd Anwyn through her dangerous validation with the Vampire Council, it’s clear the three of them must learn to trust each other. But as boundaries between them erode and vulnerabilities surface, Gideon realizes he is no longer the man he thought he was--changed by a strange and unexpected bond with the two new people in his life he can’t survive without…vampires.​

This is the direct sequel to Vampire Mistress and it focuses on the menage relationship between Gideon, Anwyn, and Deagan.

7. Vampire Instinct

As servant to vampire mistress Lady Daniela, Elisa’s devotion is unwavering—until Lady D makes it clear that the children entrusted to Elisa’s care may be destroyed, if they cannot be integrated into the vampire world. Elisa’s young charges are vampires of such potent desires as to belie their youth, given to a reckless bloodlust that makes their assimilation nearly impossible. But Elisa has one desperate option.

His name is Malachi, a Native American vampire who is a legend for his work with rehabilitating feline predators. With his primal understanding of the rules of survival, he is the fledglings’ last hope. But it is Elisa who is feeling the heat of his irresistible animal instincts. Now, as Malachi struggles to control the children’s impulses, he opens himself up to those of Elisa—and the passion they all share for the night could seal their fates forever.​

This is the second book where the guy is the vampire/dom and is somewhat of a sequel to A Vampire's Claim.

8. Bound to the Vampire Queen

Sworn to obedience, compelled by loyalty, and threatened with damnation for betrayal, Jacob entered Lady Lyssa’s servitude as a human servant. Now he is a vampire, but still bound to Lyssa, who has found herself struggling with the capricious powers that have come alive in her paternal Fae blood—and challenged by two enemies…

While the Vampire Council threatens to take away Lyssa and Jacob’s newborn son, the Fae Queen has ordered Lyssa to appear before the Otherworld court to face inescapable charges. The Fae have nothing but contempt for vampires, but to serve her, protect her, nourish her, and pleasure her, Jacob will follow his lady into hell itself. No one—neither Fae nor vampire—will compel him to break the oath he made to serve a vampire queen forever.​

This is a direct sequel to VQS and MoVQ and won't be out until December....I am anxiously awaiting it.

 

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Oh great! Thanks for giving me that!! I'm going to Amazon right now!! Well, Amazon.com not the real Amazon.... you know what I mean, hehe

 

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Yeah after reading all those descriptions I think I will have to get the books as soon as I can.

 

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A scene from a book that I'd like to adapt into a love triangle thread. The author bungles the potential of the storyline in the book but I hope myself and whatever co-writer(s) can explore the potential in the scene and further on.

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"How much are you getting paid?"

"P-paid?"

Rafe was quite impressed by Shayla Fairchild's expression. She appeared stunned, her brown eyes wide with confusion. She actually acted as if she did not know what to say to that.

She had the innocent look down pat. Eventhough she was undoubtedly yet another confidence artist attempting to seduce his gullible, naieve little brother for money or notoriety or both.

He had come to America and this esteemed university of higher learning to find out why Luca had not returned for thier father's funeral, nor for Rafe's coronation. He had come to meet this girl that the tabloids kept taking pictures of compromising situations with the youngest prince of tiny yet affluent Morenia, making them the laughingstock of all Europe. Rafe had come this morning to discover his younger brother fumbling through the attempt to operate the coffeemaker of his expensive dormsuite.

Shayla Fairchild had been in the shower then, and taking her sweet time in it too. Rafe had bid his brother to go for a long jog. The excercise and brisk autumn air would surely clear his head of this enchantress' spell on him. Lieutenant Desantos of his father's-correction-his gaurd would escort him since Luca could not keep himself out of trouble on his own.

He had sat and waited sipping on the coffee when Ms. Fairchild had finally exited the bathroom garbed in only a tight wet towel draped around her that clung to her feminine, beguiling curves leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

His question had come as a means to knock her off gaurd, but looking at her Rafe was rapidly feeling like he were the one knocked off kilter. Rafe had to give a nod of respect to his little brother irresponsible little Luca at least had the decency to be roped in by a stunningly attractive conwoman.

It was a con, wasn't it? It had to be, hadn't it?

As she looked back at him Rafe watched a drop of water roll down her neck to roll over her collarbone before spilling down her cleavage and dissapearing beneath the white towel. Desire rolled through him, and he curled his fingers around the mug of steaming coffee, refraining from being enthralled by this siren's allure.

Rafe had to give her credit. She was good. She looked vulnerable and defenseless. Young and unworldly. She changed her look like a chameleon, predicting what persona would work best for each man. Her wiles might work on little Luca, but they would not work on him.

She carefully scanned the room. "Where's Luca?"

"Luca, my little, brother went for a jog."

Her eyebrows went up. She knew there was much more to it than just that, but was choosing not to say anything. She was smart to be cautious, but Rafe needed to knock her back on her heels to gauge the calibre of this dripping wet sorceress.

"This will give us the chance to talk, Ms. Fairchild," He said taking another sip of the coffee. "Please, take a seat."

She watched him carefully and alarm bells must be going off in her head. "I have no problem with that." She pulled another of the barstools out and perched her shapely behind on it. Long legs stretching out to cross one over the other. The wet towel rode up high on her thighs. It had barely covered her up when she had been standing now...His hands itched as he imagined what it would be like to brush over them push them apart for him...Rafe shook himself trying to clear his mind so he could refocus on his duty as the older brother and newly-crowned monarch of Morenia.

He had expected her to atleast ask if she could dress first, but her brazenness had surprised him and Rafe had to give her points for that.

He decided the direct approach was his best option. "Once again, Ms. Fairchild," He said, "I ask you how much are they paying you?"

She looked at him with a puzzled look. "Paid for what?"

"You tell me," He said hoping she'd slip up and give him more information since he was pretty much flying by the seat of pants here. Only his instincts and bitter experience with women gave him the ability see through this charlatan's innocent act.

Her eyelashes fluttered, "I don't understand your question."

Rafe didn't know how she did it. She distracted him with the shy lowering of her eyes. He knew she was far from shy. She was toying with him, and was doing it surprisingly well. Shayla Fairchild's eyes hinted at all the sensual secrets that she posessed. Any man would want nothing more than to move closer to her and be seduced, not even kings were immune to her.

Except he had to keep from being drawn in by her web. He pulled his gaze away from her eyes to her full imminently kissable lips. No, he couldn't look at her mouth. He moved to her forehead, much safer and answered for her.

"You haven't cashed in on your relationship with Luca yet, Ms. Fairchild. Most women would go for the quick and easy money. You're holding out for more. Either you're already in agreement with a tabloid-which I would have heard about-or someone hired you to seduce my brother."

"You think that I'm some kind of hooker?" Shayla tossed her head back and laughed water flicking from her wet hair as amusement filled her eyes.

Why was she not offended? Rafe's eyes narrowed. Did she have something more nefarious in mind as her goal than money?

"Why would you think that," She asked leaning back on the kitchen's bartop. She acted as if she did not realize the action was making her towel slip down little by little.

"You're not his usual type," He answered truthfully.

"He has a type," She asked uncrossing and recrossing her legs.

How could such a proper action be so provocative?

"Or," She added archly, "Does he only date women from your preapproved list?"

To be continued​

 

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"Or," She added archly, "Does he only date women from your preapproved list?"

Rafe studied Shayla a little stung by the amount of truth in her question. Luca was a poor judge of character, and the wealth and celebrity of a good-looking prince would draw women to him like a picnic drew fireants. All of his dates had to be fully vetted before they got too close. All had been save for Ms. Fairchild whom had successfully breached Luca's security and now was leading him away from his responsibilities as a prince of the Dela De Cristo dynasty.

This one was brash and confident. Didn't she realize she was at a disadvantage here? He knew she was up to something, but here she was not crumbling before the mighty king of Morenia's scrutiny. She fought back. Wearing nothing but a sodden towel that outlined every delicious curve of her ultra-feminine body.

Rafe cleared his throat and tried to refocus back on his duty. "Luca knows what is expected of him and how he should conduct himself."

"He's in college," Shayla said, swaying her foot in the air to bouncing beat, "This is a time where you push your boundaries."

Rafe shook his head, "Not if you're a prince."

Shayla stretched her arms back on the counter's surface. The towel clung precariously to the tips of her breasts. He barely noticed how she leveled him with a smoldering look. "He can push all the boundaries he wants when he's with me."

Jealousy raw and burning coursed through him before Rafe could stop it. Luca was the youngest the least encumbered by the expectations of someday taking the duties of the crown. He had always had to be the sensible one.

But that was nothing but water under the bridge. Rafe was born the crown prince of Morenia and now he was king. What was don was done. There was no use in fighting his fate.

He tried to show that he was unaffected by this provacatuer by asking, "Because he's a wealthy and famous prince?"

Her eyes glittered with anger. She leaned forward arms resting on her legs. "Because I have no boundaries."

To be continued​

 

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Her eyes glittered with anger. She leaned forward arms resting on her legs. "Because I have no boundaries."

With her action a rosy areola of a breast peeked out from under the towel. Rafe's muscles locked, his instincts poised to pounce, the blood roaring through his body as he waited for more.

What was he doing? This was no way to act. Not for a king of Morenia. He shouldn't think about his brother's woman-a woman he did not trust or know anything about. Shayla Fairchild was an opponent, an adversary, an enemy to Luca's predestined future.

He got and walked over to the window looking out across the university's campus. He knew he was retreating, but he dearly needed the distance to regroup. And all because of a common girl who seemed to have an extraordinary hold on his senses.

"How did you meet Luca," He asked keeping his back to her hoping to prevent himself from fixating on her sexual magnetism again.

"I met him here at school." He looked over his shoulder to her skeptically. She was young, but not young enough to be one of Luca's fellow classmates. "I'm his tutor, and if you haven't cared to find out his grade's are up this semester because of my tutoring."

"What do you want from my brother?"

She darted her tongue out to lick her lips. The move made Rafe clench his teeth and he felt the muscles tense in his cheek as his eyes followed the arc of her tongue before she answered.

"What does any woman want from a man?"

"Don't play games with me, Ms. Fairchild." Especially since every move she made in this game she was currently playing was having an adverse affect to his breathing, "If you remove yourself from Luca's life, I am prepared to make it well worth your while."

He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out his checkbook. After filling it out he held it out for her. Peering at it without taking Shayla's eyes widened at the amount.

She whistled. "You'll give so much to little ol' me just for doing nothing."

"Do we have a deal?"

"You're richer than I thought."

"Excuse me?"

She coyly tilted her head and smiled sweetly up at him. Her smile packed a knockout punch he felt in the center of his chest. "What if I were to hold on longer...What would your offer be then?"

"This offer expires forever in one minute," He warned her, "I suggest you take it."

She got up from the bar stool and took the check folding it and tucking it back into his pocket. "Nah, I'm just teasing you." She laughed, "There's more to life than money and duties to the kingdom of wherever."

His eyes narrowed, "I don't believe you."

"Well, maybe I don't want you're money," She laughed again, "Maybe I want to marry him and become a princess."

"I won't allow that," Rafe shook his head, "I'll keep him away from you."

"Oh well, good luck on that," She said as she strutted to the door. The roll of her hips as she walked was mesmerizing to him. "Let's see who he wants. His big bully of a big brother or the woman who rocks his world."

When she put it like that, it didn't sound too good for him. "Where are you going? We're not finished here."

"Wanna bet, your majesty." She pulled the door open with a flourish.

His jaw dropped as he stared at her. "You're going out in nothing but a towel?"

"I've gone out in less, check the latest tabloids for the pictures," She bragged, "I told you I had no boundaries."

She strolled out the door the door handle catching the wet fabric of the towel and it slipped off making a puddle on the floor revealing her back and ass as she kept on walking without even a glance down for the fact that she was now completely naked.

"You'll get arrested if you go out in public like that."

She tossed him a look over her shoulder, "Be a great adventure though wouldn't it?"

The End​

 

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My Dream Group Thread

A group thread based off the Vampire Queen novel series.

Another seven years has passed and it is time for another gathering of the Vampire council. If I could find enough RPers who've read the books and were willing to do it I'd have a group thread with all the characters from the books.

Lady Elyssa (Lyssa) Amaterasu Yamato Wentworth a thousand year old Vampire. Queen and political force in the vampire world. Just now exploring her fey heritage.

Jacob Green Servant, husband, lover, champion to Lyssa. At first Lyssa's servant and then on the event of his mortal injury made into a vampire himself.

Lady Daniela an influential vampire in the vampire world. Master of a region in Australia. One of Lyssa's staunchest allies.

Devlin, Danni's servant and lover.

 

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Lady Ariadne, The new territory master of Australia since Lord Ruskin's death dueling against Lady Daniela. An enemy to both Danni and Lyssa and one of Sanguine's principal supporters.

Lord Mason, ally to Lyssa and Danni

Jessica Mason's servant.

Deagan, a minor Vampire but the Council secret enforcer/assasin/executioner.

 

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Anwyn, A fledgling vampire made against her will by a lunatic vampire, and due to the nature of her turning she could easily be ruled against to continue to be allowed to live by the council, its only Deagan's promise of stewardship of her that prevents that.

Gideon Green, Jacob's older brother, a former Vampire hunter before meeting Anwyn and Deagan and becoming thier joint-servant. During the gathering he will have to be on gaurd as several vampires would wish to teach the former vampire hunter a lesson.

Lord Orendan Sanguine, Leader of the new made Vampires since Carnal's death who wishes to overthrow the rule of the Vampire Council. Political opponent to Lyssa and Jacob.

 

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Malachai, A minor vampire from a wildlife preserve for cats. friend of Danni.

Elisa, servant to Malachai and former housemaid to Danni.

 

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Sensual bondage

An excerpt from VQS from one of my favorite scenes to give possible co-writers an idea as to the potential for an SRP on this.

He turned around to face her. Keeping his gaze on hers, he took a step back then another. The anticipation that rose in her expression resulted in a taut indefinable anxiety in his gut as he sat down on the bed. As tall as he was he would still have to flex his feet to keep his toes grazing the floor if he slid back to where the crook of his knees met the mattress as she wished. Lying back, he felt the soft quilting of the cool bed linens give beneath him.

She hadn't made the bed, so he smelled her, felt the rumpled waves of the quilted blanket beneath him. He'd undressed her for her comfort, trying not to take advantage of her unconscious state to ogle, but now her scent taunted back to life the vision of smooth, pale flesh and curves he'd briefly glimpsed, the bare folds of flesh between her legs, for vampires only had hair above the neck. He raised his arms over his head, his knuckles brushing the covers.

"See, if you can reach the opposite edge of the mattress."

He stretched out his arms as far as he could and came within a few inches of reaching the other side if he strained.

"Hold that position. I want you to pretend your arms are already bound. In a moment they actually will be."

When he heard the clank of metal he wanted to roll away, leap up. With a force of will that took more effort than he expected, he kept still. A beautiful woman wants to tie you up and have her way with you. You've played soft bondage before. But only as she described, where it would have been easy to get loose. Where the emotional stakes were nowhere near as high as they would be here.

Now her robe brushed his leg. There was the sound of metal touching metal again. Her hand slid around his calf, her fingers stroking the hair there before moving down to his ankle. She took her time about it, turning her hand over as if it were a page of a book to rub the knuckles along the same area. The electrical reaction ran up the inside of his thigh, prodded his cock up another notch.

Apprehension had affected his erection, but it was quickly being restored with the magic her fingers were creating. He didn't want to admit lying still at her command might also be contributing. He'd never considered it a sexual act, making himself helpless to a woman.

Thomas had told him there was no end to the things she could teach him. The crafty son of a bitch hadn't gone into these kinds of specifics, though. He wouldn't have bolted if he had known. Prbobably. But it would have been nice to be prepared, as much as a man could be for something like this.

Of course Thomas had been a monk. Which made Jacob add another question to his list. Had Thomas done this type of thing with her? Because he assumed the monk was under the vow of celibacy, he'd never even thought to ask.

Cold steel locked around his ankle. A loose fit, but not enough that he'd get it off without shearing off his heel. Trailing her hand down his foot, over his toes, she traced the lines between them. He wanted to see her, but by holding the position she'd ordered he could only feel her and strain his ears to hear her movements.

The contact of her mouth tickled, making him quiver. Her lips curved against him. A smile, maybe. He felt a prick, just the touch of a fang, and then her weight shifted. Putting her back against his bound leg, she sat, letting his leg and the bed support her as she took hold of the other foot and restrained it in the same manner. There were chains attached to the manacles and she made some adjustment to them which widened the spread of his legs with the pressure of her shoulder against one of his calves.

Air touched his balls as she made him that much more defenseless by somehow anchoring the chains to the corner posts. He swallowed, told himself he could lie here. That he'd done this willingly. He wasn't afraid of her hurting him, so why was a well of panic trying to cloud his brain, take over his body and make it tremble as if he were some type of untried virgin?

"Very nice." She caressed the inside of his leg, dragging her nails over his thigh. His cock was at full attention now as if it knew she'd straightened to look at it.

"Even better," She murmured. Her body rubbed against his leg as she rose. She appeared like the unexpected touch of a breeze up near his head, standing on her knees on the mattress to the right of his straining hands. The neckline of her robe was loose, showing him the crescents of her breasts. At his avid gaze, she spread the upper part of the robe open, revealing her bosom completely. She had curves like firm, juicy apples, the pink nipples capturing his attention and making saliva pool in his mouth.

She pulled another set of manacles on the bed. As she balanced herself, her hands closed on his wrists and the metal snapped onto them, a series of clicks and pressure that told him they were locked with a key like the ones on his ankles. Crossing his wrists she hooked the manacles together, avoiding contact with his fingers. A hard quiver ran through his muscles as she used the key to sweep a lock of hair off his forehead.

"You've stopped straining. Reach for the edge of the bed as far as you can."

"Come down here."

"Obey me and perhaps I will."

 

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A pic for my highlander thread idea.

 

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A new idea about a medieval fantasy action adventure where I'd play a wizard who hires an Amazon warrior banished from her people and making a living as a mercenary in the lands ruled by men. The wizard needs an item in a shrine hidden within a mountain valley claimed by the amazons.

 

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Star Wars: The Old Republic intro cinematic

I'd like to do another star wars thread based off this trailer where my cowriter would play the jedi woman in the trailer (Satiel) and I'd play the smuggler in it. Set either at the start of the trailer or immediately where it ends.

I know this is for the video game The Old Republic but I don't care about that. I'd like to stay as true to the trailer as we can but then proceed as if the MMORPG Star Wars The Old Republic doesn't exist, and just go off on our own from there.

 

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A thread based off of Captain America: The First Avenger

S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Sharon Carter has just completed an arduous deep undercover assignment infiltrating a cell of the modern day Hydra. Now that her mission is complete. Director Fury has given her a new assignment. Part R and R and part babysitting job.

They have uncovered the Captain America, frozen in the artic. And he's still alive and young somehow. But the people he knew, everyone he knew is either dead or geriatric, the world he knew is gone faded into the past. Director Fury wants her to watch over him, help him adjust to life in the 21st century.

 

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