Today, I have pleasure in introducing G.E. Stills with his new book, Succubus Vengeance. Please make him feel welcome!
Author Bio:
G.E. Stills lives in the southwest with a loving wife. He has grown children with children of their own. In his younger years at school his teachers told him he had a vivid imagination if they could just read his writing. His long hand was/is terrible. Tongue in cheek, he blames it on being left handed and is very thankful for modern day word processors. While raising and providing for his family he didn't write for many years. Now that his children are grown he spends much of his time in front of his computer monitor. In his spare time he likes camping and sailing on a nearby lake in his pleasure boat.
G.E. Stills heeds the call of the many characters that pop into his mind and demand to have their stories put in print. Their tales are both serious and humorous. A multi-published author, his stories cover many genres including contemporary romance, paranormal romance and science fiction. His stories are both erotic and non-erotic in nature. G.E. is the leader of a local writers group and in addition hosts a meeting of his own locally on fiction writing bi-monthly.
G.E. Stills loves to hear from his readers and can be contacted at any of these sites.
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Blurb:
For hundreds of years Carina has killed those she is intimate with
by draining their life force. That is her purpose, she is a succubus. When she
meets Garron her life changes. She discovers she can allow those she is
intimate with to live by only draining part of their life force. Being with him
awakens something inside her that has been dormant for many years–– emotions.
Her life is changed, but not everyone is happy about the new Carina.
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Jessica Alba as Mira
Kate Beckinsale as Carina
Excerpt
1
The woman returned and took a seat. Carina spilled her drink
intentionally and scooted her chair back. "Crap," she said loud
enough to be heard over the background music. The legs of her chair scrapped
over the floor. Carina stood abruptly before the spilled drink could reach her.
Both the man and the blonde looked her way. Just for a second the woman's
blue-eyed gaze fixed to hers. That was all it took.
Make excuses and leave, Carina mentally ordered her. And
don't touch that drink. A cocktail server appeared with a towel in hand and
started mopping up the spilled drink. Carina stood beside her table and
dismissed the waitress, listening instead to the couple's words.
"I'm sorry Ken. While in the bathroom I remembered I have an
important meeting at work tomorrow morning, I can't afford to miss it. Maybe a
rain check?" she asked.
Carina could see the visible disappointment wash across Ken's face. His
words belied his feelings. "I understand Marcie. You have that rain
check."
Marcie glanced at her watch. She scooted her chair back and stood.
"It's time for me to go. Bye Ken. I had a great time." Marcia strode
toward the exit while Ken watched.
Now to focus his attention
on me. "Sorry I made such a mess." She
said to the cocktail server. "I feel like such a fuckin klutz."
"No problem Miss. All cleaned up," the server said.
"Can I get you another drink?"
"Please," Carina said. Their loud conversation had the
desired effect. Ken's eyes shifted to her.
"The same?" the waitress asked.
Carina hesitated for a moment deciding. Never taking her eyes from
Ken she told the waitress, "No, I think this time I'll have a Screaming
Orgasm. Maybe more than one." Her chuckle was deep and filled with lust.
That certainly grabbed his
attention. Carina smiled at him and he returned it
with a huge grin. From the corner of her eye she saw the server follow her
gaze. "I'm sure you will," she whispered then louder she said.
"I'll be right back with your order." She walked away.
Carina sat. Using the pretext of turning in her seat, she spread her
legs wide. Her skirt rose higher exposing the soft inner skin of her creamy
thighs and the tiny white patch of material that barely covered her core. Her
smile widened at Ken's hard swallow.
Shows over. Mission
Ken rose and glided over to her table like a vulture closing on its
prey. But this prey consumes vultures. She
grinned up into his face.
"Mind if I sit?" She noticed him already sliding the chair
back confidently as he asked. He placed his half full drink on the table.
"Please do."
"My name is Ken, and yours?"
"Carina. Nice to meet you Ken." She leaned forward resting
her arms on the table giving him her full attention. Her top dipped open
providing him an even better view of her breasts and making him aware the she
did not wear a bra. She was certain he could see at least the tops of her dusky
red areolas.
She broke into his thoughts. "I couldn't help overhearing.
Sorry Marcie had to leave Ken." Carina's words drew his attention to her
face.
His gaze moved upward. "God you're beautiful. I don't know what
else to say. Your fantastic green eyes nearly steal my breath."
Smooth talker. Reel him in
Carina reel him in. "Thank you. You're very
handsome yourself. I could easily get lost in your deep brown ones. Makes me
think of chocolate and I love chocolate." She licked her lips. "Yum
Yum."
The waitress returned with her order. Turning to Ken she asked.
"Did she leave?"
"Yes," Ken answered.
"Okay." On her way leaving the waitress picked up the
doctored drink from the empty table.
Carina took a sip of her drink. They spent an hour in casual
conversation. The musky scent of her arousal wafted up from between her legs.
She could almost see it undulate across the table, curl around Ken and envelope
him completely. He licked his lips as if he could taste her aroma. The entire
time she watched him undress her with his eyes over and over. At last she said
what she was certain he was thinking.
"Shall we dispense with the small talk and say what's really on
our minds?" she asked.
"What's on our minds?" He grinned.
Excerpt
2
Carina sat at a back booth sipping her coffee and stirring her plate
of hash browns, eggs and bacon around. She observed the steady stream of
drivers pass through the truck stop café. I'll
know the one when I see him. Then he came through the door. A large man
well over six feet and with a build that made her loins twitch with need. His
blonde hair came to his shoulders. He had a rugged face but handsome at the
same time.
That's the one. She waited patiently while he ate studying him the entire time. When
he got up to leave she picked up her overnight bag and strolled up to the
register beside him. While they stood waiting to check she reached out with her
mental suggestions. Ask me where I'm from
and where I'm headed. Compliment me. They walked out the front door.
"Excuse me. Miss, Mrs."
She turned to face him seeing his bright smile. "Miss. I'm not
married. Not anymore."
His smile widened. "I don't want you to think I'm harassing you
but you're without a doubt the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"Thank you."
"Those milk chocolate eyes of yours are to die for."
"Thank you again. You're just a wealth of compliments."
She tossed her head and brushed back her long black hair. Carina stuck out her
hand. "My name is Monica," Carina said. "And yours?"
His smile faded. "Thor."
Bingo. He's of Scandinavian
decent and so yummy looking I can barely wait. "As
in the thunder God Thor?"
"Yeah yeah. Go ahead tease me I'm used to it."
Even with her red platform heels on the top of her head only reached
his chest. She openly let her gaze drift slowly from his head to his feet and
back again before saying. "I think you're the best looking Thor I've ever
seen. Including the one in the movie."
His smile returned and he examined her. His gaze dropped from her
face to her chest. The red tank top she wore accented her large ebony breasts
and left her midriff bare. Her jeans hugged snug and low on her waist and the
stretch material fit tight around her legs. She could see in his eyes that he
liked what he saw.
"I guess I should be going. I need to call a cab to take me to
the bus station," she said.
"Bus station? Where's your car?"
"That piece of shit my ex gave me broke down a few miles north
of here. I had it towed to that garage across the street. The damn things not
even worth fixing according to the mechanic."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
Offer me a ride, she sent out mentally.
"Where are you headed?" he asked.
"I'm on my way to Houston Dallas
"I'm going to Houston
"Seriously?"
"Let's get your luggage and put it in my truck."
She held up her overnight bag. "This is all I have. The rest of
my stuff is in storage. I'm headed down to ask my sister if I can stay with her
for a while."
She followed Thor to his truck. He helped her up into the passenger
seat and then went around climbing behind the wheel. For a couple hours they
engaged in small talk, hers all made up lies. All the while he kept stealing
glances at her when he thought she wasn't watching. His eyes were filled with
lust and he undressed her so many times with his gaze she considered shifting
her clothes off to satisfy his curiosity as to what she looked like.
By mid-afternoon they had just passed a rest stop a couple miles
earlier when she decided it was time. "Thor I want to pay you for the
ride."
"You don't need to pay me any money Monica."
She reached across took his hand and slid it under her top.
"There are other ways to pay," she said and winked when he turned to
gawk at her.
"Uh…"
"You have a sleeper back there. I can see it in your eyes
you're just about to die wanting to sample me. I'm offering you a chance to do
just that."
"Are you really saying this or are my ears playing tricks on
me?"
"I'm really saying it but if you drive into the next town the
offer is withdrawn."
He pinched her nipple and pulled to the side of the road. They
crawled into the sleeper. He pulled off her top and gazed at her a moment
before he started working on the fly to her jeans. His hands were shaking.
Excerpt 3
Carina, tired of waiting, climbed in her car and headed for Dallas
"This is Mira. Look Abby I'm sorry I asked you to call."
Well at least she isn't
whispering this time. "Mira something is going
on."
"I don't want you to get involved. There's nothing you can
do."
"Well I am involved. As for the nothing…you let me decide that.
Now what's going on?"
"It's Tom."
"Tom's your boyfriend?"
"No."
"Did you have a lover's spat?" Carina asked.
"I wish it was something simple like that. I already told you,
Tom's not my boyfriend."
"Tell me Mira. Don't just make me guess."
Mira started sobbing. "Tom's not a nice person."
"So leave the bastard."
"He won't let me."
"What to you mean he won't let you? He physically won't let you
leave?"
"Yes."
"Have you called anyone?"
"Who would I call? He doesn't let me have any friends."
"Duh… what about the police."
"Tom is the police. He's on the force."
"Then I'll get you out of there. Give me your address."
Mira's voice cracked with fear. "I can't. I'm afraid for me and
you, but more for you. He'll kill you."
You have no idea what I am
Mira and what I'm capable of. "He won't hurt
me. Mira you reached out to me but I can't help you unless you help me a
little. What is your address?"
Mira mumbled the information.
"I'll be there in twenty. Be ready to leave. Just take what you
can carry easily." Carina slammed the car into drive and raced for the
address. When she arrived at the house she rang the bell. No answer. She rang
again and faintly she heard.
"Abby?"
"Yes."
"I can't come to the door. The chain won't let me go that
far."
Chain, what the fuck? "Then we'll do this the hard way. Is there a back door? One
that isn't build like Fort
Knox
"Yes," Mira replied faintly.
Racing around back, Carina spotted the door and grabbed the handle.
Her muscles flexed and she called on a little of the Kysa in her. The lock
screeched and gave way allowing the door to open.
"Mira," she called out.
"In here."
Carina dashed in the direction of Mira's voice. When she entered the
bedroom she pulled up short. Mira stood there facing her wearing bra and
panties. The room contained little other than a large mattress on the floor.
Carina felt her eyes narrow when she spotted the collar around Mira's neck and
the chain leading from it to a hook in the wall.
"What the hell?" She moved closer and saw that Mira was
covered in bruises and her eyes were black. "Who did this? Tom?"
Carina demanded.
Mira looked down at the floor. "He and his buddies."
"We're leaving…now!"
"I don't have the key." Mira indicated the small padlock on
her collar. "Tom wears it around his neck."
"No problem." Carina crossed the room, hooked her fingers
under the collar and pulled. It parted and dropped to the floor. She raced to
the closet and saw there wasn't a stitch of women's clothing. "Where are your
clothes?"
"There are a few things in the hall closet but other than that
I don't have anything except more of these." Mira pointed to her shelf bra
and thong panties.
Carina ripped one of Tom's long shirts from its hanger and tossed it
to Mira. "Put this on."
Mira was still buttoning the shirt when Carina took her hand and
jerked her toward the front door. Placing her hand on top of Mira's head she
almost shoved her in the car. Carina raced around the car, scrambled behind the
wheel and sped away. Carina drove a few miles and pulled over.
"Mira how did you get mixed up with that asshole?"
"Long story. The short version is we met in a bar and started
dating. He didn't treat me bad back then. Mom and dad didn't like him though. I
should have listened to them."
"I need to find a place to take you. Somewhere where you'll be
safe. How about your parents."
"Dead. They were killed in a car accident. I can't prove it but
I suspect Tom had something to do with it."
"He killed your parents?"
"I don't know for certain but I think so."
"Brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles," she rattled of the
possibilities.
"No brothers. I only have a couple aunts and one uncle. I'm not
close to any of them. I do have a sister but I can't go there."
"Why not?"
"Because Tom knows where she lives. He told me if I ever ran
away… If I ever got away he'd kill her."
"What if I give you some money and you can go anywhere you
chose. Change your name whatever."
"He'll find me. I know he will. Don't forget who he is. He has
loads of connections."
"Fuck." Carina hit the steering wheel with her fists. We're not getting anywhere here.
"Mira tell me about Tom. I can see the evidence. He beats you. What
else?"
Mira broke down in tears. Between sobs she said, "I can't. If
you try to cause trouble for him he'll go after my sister. I should go back.
Maybe he won't be too angry if I go back."
"Are you fucking insane?"
"I won't tell you any more. This was a bad idea. I never should
have said anything to you." Mira started to open her door.
Stop. Tell me everything, Carina sent out a mental command.
Mira sat back in her seat. Her eyes dulled and she started telling
Carina about Tom, how her beat her, how he did revolting sexual things to her.
"He has friends. He likes watching them have sex with me. Rough sex.
There's always at least two raping me but sometimes there's as many as
five."
The more she listened to Mira the more her anger rose until her
blood boiled. This fucker's an animal. A
rabid animal. Carina reached a conclusion. And what do they do with rabid animals. They put them down. Which is
what I'm going to do.
Carina slammed the car in gear. Squealed the tires in a u-turn and
headed back to Tom's house.
"What are you doing?" Mira asked her eyes wide and filled
with fear.
"Mr. Shithead Tom and I are going to have a talk."
"Talk?" Mira trembled. "Talk? He won't listen. He’ll
kill you."
Carina braked to a stop in front of the house.
They looked at the car in the drive.
"He's here," Mira moaned.
Mira stay here, Carina commanded.
Carina wasn't certain how long her mental command would last given
Mira's emotional state. Long enough I
hope.
Leaving the car, Carina dashed up the sidewalk. She shifted just
before she hit the front door into a brawny woman that would make the build of
a female wrestler pale in comparison. The wooden door crashed away in
splinters.
"What the hell," she heard Tom shout from the bedroom. A
moment later he raced back into the room. Certainly in response to the crash of
the door. "Who the fuck are you?" Tom was already digging in his
shoulder holster.
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