The Muse · an Erotic Vampire Story

Madeline is a skilled artist, creating glorious nudes of beautiful women, looking as if they’re being captured in their lover’s longing gaze. And they are: Madeline’s gaze. Strange though, there are dozens of portraits, but never of the same woman. Does Madeline have that many lovers? Or…does she run out of models? And there’s a reason she only paints at night; she’s not just eccentric, she’s a vampire. Oh, and that vivid red she uses for her signature on each painting? It’s her secret formula.

This ebook contains very explicit sexual content about Paranormal sex with Vampires. Adults only should read this book, and only those adults who will not be offended by mature content.

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“I paint for enjoyment, not for income.” Madeline watched Jane, her eyes sliding over Jane’s body. She hadn’t been able to see much of Jane in the dark, smoky bar other than the black hair and blue eyes, the long legs. Here in the light, she could clearly see Jane’s pale skin and lush red lips. Jane was wearing a pretty typical hooker look: tight leather vest, short leather skirt, long leather boots with high heels. It was pretty trashy but showed off all of Jane’s assets. The vest pushed her breasts up and together, the round tops pale and smooth. Madeline ran her tongue over her lips and then over her fangs, which were suddenly aching to bite. She usually wanted to paint first, have sex later, but now, with this delicious morsel, she found she was getting aroused just looking at her. Maybe it was time to change her routine.

“So, what did you have in mind? We need to discuss money first though.” Jane the hooker was back, all business. Madeline went to her desk, took out a thick stack of bills and handed them to Jane.

“This, plus whatever you want to eat, plus use of my loft and a bed for the night. You need to be gone by daybreak. In exchange, you are mine—your body is mine, for my pleasure. And that includes both painting and sex, but not necessarily in that order, as many times as I need. How does that sound?”

Jane counted the money, her professional façade slipping briefly in the face of the large amount of cash. “Um, yeah. Okay.” She walked over to where she’d left her purse. Madeline watched her move across the room, the long legs slender but shapely, the laced-up sides of the skirt revealing the smooth skin of her hips. Madeline felt a jolt low down in her stomach, a flood of anticipation rush through her body at the thought of those long legs lying naked on her satin sheets, spread open for her, how soft the skin of those thighs would be beneath her fingers and her tongue—and her fangs—holding those hips and ass in her hands as she took her pleasure, her face buried in Jane.

Jane stuffed the money inside her purse and turned to face Madeline. “I’m all yours. Just remember I’m a virgin lesbian. Not sure what you expect from me in that area. But I’ll give it a try.” Madeline shook herself away from her daydream and smiled.