Tiny Bitey Vampire - The Top Vampire Novel Series from Stacey Carroll
🌌 Vampire. Love. Space. Trouble.
When her home planet’s food runs out, tiny vampire Shadow blasts off on a desperate quest for survival—
and maybe love. Sci-fi adventure meets steamy vampire drama.
AVIA - Crime Fiction with a Strong Female Lead
A drug-running drug-addled pilot and her family try to avoid the law while running their organized crime business. This is a romantic suspense series that I started when I was 10 years old. Of course, it's gone through many changes over the years. One of the biggest was actually adding technology. When I started writing this series, cell phones and computers did not exist in the home or for the general person.
The Blooddoll Factory - Vampire Fiction with a Strong Male Lead
A man gets a job at a fertility clinic after being unemployed for a year. Unbeknownst to him, it's run by vampires. This is a romantic suspense with a vampire twist. It's one of my best suspense novels to date.
Short Stories - Adult Romance
Tiny erotic books for your enjoyment. Topic and themes vary. Books may be a single title or a series, and they are not in any particular order. What they all have in common is that they are .99 and between 8,000 and 10,000 words.
Full-Length Adult Romance Novels
Erotica books that are actual novels, meaning they have more than 40,000 words...
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The Tiny Vampire From Outer Space That’s Bitey XII: Purple Sky
Marcus' plans are moving right along. His blooddoll stock is growing, and his family is expanding. Now he just needs to stop the space agency from destroying everything with space dust, which means changing Earth's atmosphere—creating gases, getting into space, and releasing them—all while keeping his food supply safe.
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Chapter 1
Confrontation
Marcus looked down at Shadow while he buttoned his shirt. He’d gotten out of bed and dressed while leaving her in bed. Now, he was debating on whether or not he wanted to wake her before or after he made food.
Shadow inhaled and flopped over. She landed on the mattress.
“I’m right here,” Marcus said.
Shadow opened her eyes. “Why?”
“I was getting dressed and debating if I should wake you. Are you getting up or waiting until I have breakfast ready?”
Shadow tried to sit up. “I’m stuck.”
Marcus leaned over and started unwrapping her from the blankets. He removed two and stared at the rest of them. “How did you do this?” She was completely twisted in the bedding.
“I don't know,” Shadow said.
“I can’t find the edge.” Marcus picked her up with tendrils. “You were laying on it.” He finished unwrapping her and laid her back on the bed. “The first vampire caterpillar.”
Shadow laughed as she slid out of the bed.
Marcus walked into her closet. “You’re clean. Do you want a dress?”
“Is it cold out?”
“I don’t think so, but I can get you some leggings and a sweater too,” Marcus said.
“Okay,” Shadow said.
Marcus grabbed a dress off of a hanger and stepped out of the closet. He slid the dress over Shadow’s head then zipped it before searching for a pair of thick stockings and some straps. “Come here.” Marcus slid them on her legs then put the straps over the tops. “You’re dressed. You just need to pick a sweater if you want one.”
Shadow grabbed her sandals from under the bed and strapped them to her feet. “Are we going back to Area 51?” She walked into her closet and grabbed a long sweater. Shadow put it on and walked into the bedroom.
“We are,” Marcus said. “Did you want to ride the Marcus on the way to the kitchen?”
“Yes.” Shadow hopped.
Marcus grabbed her mid-air and carried her down to the kitchen while she squealed.
Oliver stepped through the front door and walked down the hall to see Marcus swinging Shadow around in the kitchen. He laughed. “What are you doing?”
“Getting Umbra Ones,” Marcus said. He sat Shadow on her feet. “And entertaining my Bonded.” He walked over to the replicator and programmed three Umbra Ones.
“Giving her some of that Sire attention she didn’t get,” Oliver said.
Marcus chuckled. “It can’t all be work and sacs.” He passed out the Umbra Ones. “I guess Alera doesn’t like being entertained.”
“Not like that,” Oliver said. “I’d say it’s the age difference, but I don’t think so. She’s never wanted to be picked or tickled or anything like that. She does like playing Go Fish.” He drained his Umbra One and threw away the container.
Shadow drained her Umbra One. “I think she’s missing out.”
Oliver grinned. “She might be. But I think we need to get serious, and I need to get the van.”
“Did you want something?” Marcus asked as he threw away his empty Umbra One container.
“I was just making sure you two were up. You’ve been sleeping late,” Oliver said.
“We’re up. We’ll meet you out front,” Marcus said. He watched Oliver walk out the front door before turning his attention to Shadow. “Do you want an elixir?”
“I think I’m okay,” Shadow said.
“Half an elixir it is.” Marcus programmed the replicator.
Shadow shook her head. “You worry too much.”
“Probably.” Marcus handed her the container. “I think you’re about over it, but I want you to drink that anyway.”
Shadow drained it. “Why are you excessively worried tonight? There’s no moon.”
“If I could determine that...” Marcus said.
“You have too many thoughts,” Shadow said.
“That’s most of the problem,” Marcus said. “I’m contemplating many things. I can quiet that for you.”
Shadow shook her head. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay. I’m going to end up confusing you.” Marcus lessened the input going through their bond. “That’s only temporary.”
Shadow huffed.
“If I can’t make sense of my thoughts, you’re not going to either,” Marcus said.
“Do you want more childer?”
“Yes.” Marcus took a step back and shook his head as if trying to erase that answer. “I want what’s best for you.” He found it interesting that out of everything he was contemplating, she picked that topic.
“I think your first answer was the real one,” Shadow said.
“I think this is a topic best left alone for the time being,” Marcus said.
“Why?” Shadow asked.
“Because you’re still overly sensitive, and to make any decisions of that nature, we need to be objective,” Marcus said.
“Objective about family?”
“What I said about them being cannon fodder and servants was the truth,” Marcus said. “Not counting the first eight or ten.”
“I don’t know how to fix that,” Shadow said.
“I don’t either,” Marcus said. “But I bet Oliver has the van out front.” He wrapped an arm around her and ushered her through the front door of the house. Her topic of conversation wasn’t one he wanted to continue. He didn’t have any additional thoughts other than what he’d already told her and just now repeated.
Oliver was just stepping out of the van as they stepped off the porch.
“Intense conversation?” he asked.
“Little bit,” Marcus said. “We were discussing the expansion plans for our family.”
“More childer,” Oliver said.
“We’re at a crossroads, I think,” Marcus said.
“No one said you couldn’t have more,” Oliver said. “We’re just asking that you slow down.”
Marcus nodded. “It’s a tougher decision than it sounds.”
“Well, I think you’ve got some things in your collective past that you need to clear up before you can make any further decisions on that,” Oliver said.
“Like what?” Marcus asked.
“I think you need to confront the vampire that turned Shadow,” Oliver said. “That seems to be both of your primary problems. I know you’ve resired and bonded her, but it doesn’t seem to be enough for either of you.”
“I don’t know about that,” Marcus said.
“Well, think about how much you improved after getting your closure with Gala.”
“I told Gala to leave me the hell alone. Although, she did apologize. More or less,” Marcus said. “But we don’t exactly know where Shadow’s former sire is so that we can have any type of discussion, much less get a half-assed apology.”
“We know he’s here,” Oliver said. “I’d suggest sitting at the shelter and seeing if he shows up. It’s the only place in town with good food.”
“We’re due at Area 51 tonight,” Marcus said.
“Let Alera and I go. Take the car and wait for that idiot,” Oliver said. “If I have a question or need your input, I can call.”
“We don’t know that he’ll show tonight,” Marcus said.
“But you don’t know that he won’t,” Oliver said.
“I guess we could stop by there. I’ll have my wrist device,” Marcus said.
“We’ll call if we need you,” Oliver said.
“Are we ready?” Alera asked as she walked toward the van.
“We are. Marcus and Shadow have business at the shelter,” Oliver said.
“Are they coming later?” Alera asked.
“Maybe,” Marcus said. “Depends on how long this takes.”
“All right. We’ll see you later.” Alera stepped into the van and closed the door.
“I’ll get the car,” Marcus said to Shadow.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Shadow asked.
“Might as well get it over with,” Marcus said as he walked toward the car. “It’ll happen at some point regardless, and I’d rather have the element of surprise.”
Shadow followed him and stepped in on the passenger’s side.
“I was going to bring the car to you,” Marcus said as he started the engine.
“I know, but I can get myself in,” Shadow said.
“I don’t have any doubts about that. You can do a lot, and you’re not competing with the childer over opening your own car door.” Marcus drove down the driveway.
“I know. I just...”
“It’s not an inconvenience,” Marcus said. “None of it is. I like washing you and dressing you. I like opening the car door for you.”
“But wouldn’t you like it if I could do more of that myself?” Shadow asked.
“I feel like we’ve had this conversation,” Marcus said. “I like it. It lets me take care of you on a more intimate level than other bondeds get to experience.” He contemplated, searching for better words. “I consider it a privilege.”
“Oh,” Shadow said.
“But speaking of childer, did they say if they fed them?”
“I think Alera did it. That’s why she was running late,” Shadow said.
Marcus nodded as he drove.
Shadow settled into the passenger’s seat. “I don’t want to do this.”
Marcus glanced at her as he drove. “I know you’re uncomfortable with it, but it needs to be done. You need to know why he left you. To spite having a new stable life and family, you’re still affected, and so am I. Oliver was correct on both of those points.”
“He’s older than you,” Shadow said.
“He’s also my great great grandsire,” Marcus said. “If I’m right about your lineage anyway.”
“Jacques Dark.”
Marcus grumbled.
“I haven’t thought of that name in over a hundred years,” Shadow said.
“I know,” Marcus said.
“What do you know?” Shadow asked.
“Not much,” Marcus said.
“More than I do,” Shadow said.
“I only know more than you do because I’m older. I put a few things together,” Marcus said. He turned into the underground garage of the apartment complex and parked. “Did you want to see the childer?”
“Not yet,” Shadow said.
Marcus turned off the engine. “We’ll just head over then.” He walked around the car and opened Shadow’s door.
“You never do that,” Shadow said.
“Open your door so you can get out? I guess not. Oliver usually drives, so I’m opening my door then getting you.” He picked Shadow up and carried her across the street to the shelter. Marcus set her on her feet as soon as they entered the door.
“Marcus, I didn’t expect you tonight,” Sadie said.
“I didn’t expect to be here tonight,” Marcus said. “But I’m looking for a tall man. About my height. Long black hair. He sometimes frequents here.”
“Kinda large. Always wears a cape with a hood?” Sadie asked.
“That would be him,” Marcus said.
“If he’s here, he would be downstairs in the other line,” Sadie said.
“Thank you.” Marcus led Shadow to the back of the building and down the stairs to the basement. There was a line of vampires nearly out the door.
“Wow,” Shadow said.
“We are busy tonight.” Marcus walked down the line to the front. “William.”
“They have me down here tonight,” William said.
“That’s fine,” Marcus said. “Have you seen a large vampire with long black hair wearing a cape? Well, I guess it’s a cloak. It has a hood.”
“He’s about twentieth in this line,” William said as he took the next vampire’s money and handed her four bloodbags. “Saw him when I went to use the bathroom. He’s hard to miss.”
“I see him.” Marcus stepped back so that William could serve everyone. He decided not to pull Jaq out of the line. It was bad enough that he was going to interrupt his meal. There were times for confrontation and times not for confrontation, and food time was definitely not a confrontation time. Not an ideal one, anyway.
It took slightly more than twenty minutes for Jacques to get to the front.
“How many?” William asked.
“Is there a limit?” Jaq asked.
“Not tonight.”
“Ten,” Jaq said then thought better of it. “Better make it sixteen.”
William loaded a bag and zipped it. That’s a hundred and sixty Empyrean dollars.
Jacques handed the man the cash and took his bag. He took a few steps out of the line and looked up. “It can’t be.”
“It can be,” Marcus said.
Shadow and...” Jacques paused and frowned. “Marcus?”
“You are correct,” Marcus said.
Jacques walked over to them. “Well, this isn’t a reunion I ever expected.”
“I suppose not since you left the entire planet,” Marcus said.
“I suppose you’re angry,” Jaq said.
“Extremely,” Marcus said. “What in Hades possessed you to leave a two-year-old vampire alone without calling anyone to pick her up!?”
“I left for Chivitas that night. I was unable to get her,” Jacques said.
“And unable to call my Sire to get her,” Marcus said. “Or myself.”
“I should have made more of an effort, but she was very advanced for her age,” Jaq said.
“She was devastated, under-trained and ill-equipped to be left by herself!” Marcus said.
Jaq looked around. The line of vampires was now staring at them. “Can we talk someplace more private?”
Marcus snarled and motioned toward the stairs.
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The Tiny Vampire From Outer Space That’s Bitey IX
Marcus may have thought his biggest problem was ensuring that they didn't alert the humans to their food-creation and family expansion activities, while they worked on taking over Earth, but a new threat is on the horizon. The Space Agency wants to recreate Marcus' spaceship engine fuel, which requires massive amounts of space dust. The problem with that is that Earth's atmosphere doesn't kill a nervous system destroying bacteria that's present in the space dust. Can Marcus delay them until he can take over the planet or will he have to change Earth's atmosphere and hope he doesn't kill every living thing on Earth?
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Chapter 1 – Sacs at the Stone House
Marcus rolled over and wrapped his arms around Shadow. He was probably going to get bit. She was usually hungry first thing in the evening, but he still wanted to hold her.
Shadow yawned and stretched.
Marcus kissed the side of her face.
“You’re still in bed,” Shadow said.
“I am,” Marcus said. “How do you feel?”
“Bloated. These are definitely coming tonight,” Shadow said.
“Right now or later?” Marcus asked.
“Later,” Shadow said. “They’re not moving yet.”
Marcus kissed her then stopped.
“What?” Shadow asked. She knew he wanted to stick his mutto into her.
“Have we expelled in this house?” Marcus asked.
“I don’t think so. I don’t remember,” Shadow said.
“But I haven’t built that expellation room, have I?” Marcus asked.
“No,” Shadow said.
“We have that extra room up here. I’ll do it now,” Marcus said.
“I thought you wanted to...”
“I do,” Marcus said. “But I want you to be comfortable, and those sacs are coming soon. I can bury my mutto inside you at any time, providing your not expelling.”
Shadow laughed. “But maybe I wanted to.”
“I know you do. I can feel it,” Marcus said as he slid out of the bed. He helped Shadow out of it and looked at her abdomen. “You’re right. They’re coming tonight.”
Shadow looked down at her abdomen. “Unholy Hades. You’d think I was holding three.”
“I think you’ve got two males,” Marcus said.
“Is this eighteen?” Shadow asked.
“I think so,” Marcus said.
Shadow grinned. “You lost count!”
“It’s either eighteen or twenty,” Marcus said. “I’ve got a lot of sons and daughters down there.” He motioned to the basement, even though all their sacs were in the cabin cellar.
“All yours,” Shadow said.
“All mated childer, and I couldn’t be prouder,” Marcus said. “Let me get this room done. Can you feed yourself?”
“Yeah, I’ll just have a couple Umbra Ones,” Shadow said.
“What kind of chair do you want?” Marcus asked. “Did you like the one on the ship?”
“I did, but it needed more padding,” Shadow said.
“And I’d prefer it had a little basket or something to catch them if I’m not around,” Marcus said. “I’ll make one. The Erector has about two-thousand chair designs.”
Shadow inhaled. “You better hurry.”
“Did one just start moving?” Marcus asked.
“It did,” Shadow said.
“Go eat. It’ll probably be a couple hours yet. I’ll finish the room.” Marcus grabbed a pair of sweatpants and slid them on. “You can stay naked. We’ll shower after.”
Shadow hopped downstairs while Marcus grabbed the Erector so he could finish the expellation room. She ordered two Umbra Ones. She was starving.
By the time they appeared, she could feel herself starting to stretch.
“You better wait for breakfast,” Shadow told her sacs. She did not want to expell on an empty stomach. She picked up the first Umbra One and drained it. Shadow set the container on the counter. The sacs were starting to feel good. [Are you almost done?]
[Almost. Are they coming?] Marcus asked.
[They’re starting to feel good,] Shadow said.
[Almost done. You can come up here,] Marcus said.
Shadow drained her second Umbra One. She left the kitchen and started to walk up the stairs. She gasped. [Can you help me?]
[On my way.] Marcus wasn’t finished, but he set the Erector down and left the new room. He found Shadow at the bottom of the stairs, clutching the railing. He bounded down the stairs and lifted her into his arms. “I guess they’re not waiting.”
“They are really ready,” Shadow said then moaned. She squirmed. “Marcus, hurry.”
Marcus carried her up the stairs and into the new room. He set her on her feet. “Well, they can come. I just need to put a few finishing touches in here, like the chair.” He could hear Shadow panting and moaning as he built the chair. Those sacs were definitely coming. So much for a two hour window. It’d been forty-five minutes at most. “Done.”
“Marcus, it’s coming now!” Shadow screamed and shook.
Marcus turned and dove for the sac as it fell. He caught it inches before it hit the floor. He stood. “I got it.”
“I told you it was coming!”
“You’re right. It didn’t want to wait.” Marcus showed her the sac. “It’s a male. Almost four pounds.”
Shadow let out a sigh of relief. “It still smells like the underside of a crypt.”
“Yeah, it stinks, but it’s perfect. Beautiful purple lines. Nice black sac.” Marcus walked over to a rack he had built to hold the sacs and placed it in one of the slots.
“What is that?” Shadow asked.
“A sac rack. In case I can’t get to a rookery in time,” Marcus said.
Shadow laughed.
“This room doesn’t have any windows,” Marcus said. “So, I was able to create a rack just for this type of situation.”
“When the sacs won’t wait,” Shadow said.
“Right. How’s your second sac?”
“He’s not ready yet,” Shadow said.
“Well, I have the chair built.” He lifted Shadow off the floor and placed her in the chair. “How’s that?”
“Comfortable,” Shadow said.
Marcus walked over to a sink and washed and dried his hands. Then, he walked back to Shadow and felt her abdomen. “He’s still in there.”
“I don’t feel him moving,” Shadow said.
Marcus slid his hands down her abdomen. “He’s pulsing.”
“I don’t think he’s ready,” Shadow said.
“Is the pressure gone?” Marcus asked.
“Mostly,” Shadow said.
This was an interesting predicament. Usually, when Shadow started expelling, she kept expelling until all the sacs were out. Marcus waited. That sac didn’t look like it was moving. He looked between Shadow's legs. She was still stretched. Her body knew there was more in there. “You’re still ready.”
“It’s not moving,” Shadow said.
Marcus felt her abdomen again. He’s still pulsing. “Let me see if I can move him.”Marcus applied slight pressure to her abdomen.
Shadow inhaled.
“Pain?” Marcus asked.
“No. I think it moved,” Shadow said.
Marcus applied more pressure to her abdomen. “Try to relax.”
Shadow purred. “That feels good.” She relaxed then made a surprised sound. “He’s coming.”
Marcus let out a sound of relief and continued to massage Shadow’s abdomen.
Shadow moaned and writhed.
Marcus looked between her legs. “He’s coming.” He could see the edges of the sac.
Shadow gripped the arms of the chair. “Marcus!” She screamed and shook.
“He’s out.” Marcus caught the sac and put it on the rack. He walked over and washed his hands.
“How big was the second?” Shadow asked.
“Little smaller than the first. I think that’s why he stalled,” Marcus said. “Do you feel like you have any more?”
“No. I think they’re all out,” Shadow said.
“Just rest for a minute. I’m going to get a rookery,” Marcus said. He handed Shadow his wrist device. “Call Alera and brag. I’ll be right back.”
Shadow laughed. She dialed Alera as Marcus walked out of the room.
“Marcus?” Alera said.
“Shadow.”
“Oh, how are you?” Alera asked. “We’re just about ready to head over. Sorry, we’re running late.”
“It’s okay. I just expelled,” Shadow said.
“You had your sacs?” Alera asked.
“Two more. Marcus is going to get the rookery,” Shadow said.
“I’m not quite ready, but we think tomorrow night or the next,” Alera said. “How did it go?”
“Not as smooth,” Shadow said. “One failed to move.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” Shadow said.
“Oliver just finished what he’s doing, and I’m no where near expelling. We’ll be right over to help,” Alera said.
Shadow ended the call just as Marcus walked into the room. “They’re on their way.”
“Alera is worried,” Marcus said.
“She is,” Shadow said.
“Well, she can help you take a bath,” Marcus said.
“I don’t need a bath. I can take a shower with you,” Shadow said.
“I want you to take a bath and relax,” Marcus said. “You got stressed.” He put the new sacs in the rookery.
“I was not stressed,” Shadow said.
“Yes, you were,” Marcus said just as he heard the front door open. “They ran.”
“Marcus, we’re here,” Oliver said.
“Upstairs. Last room,” Marcus said.
Oliver and Alera ran up the stairs. Oliver opened the door to see Marcus with a rookery and Shadow in an elaborate chair. “How can we help?”
“Shadow needs a bath,” Marcus said.
“I’ll get a bath started and be right back,” Alera said.
“So, two more sons, Marcus?” Oliver asked.
“I think so.” He motioned to the rookery.
Oliver peered inside. “Very nice. Those look great.” He waved his hand in front of his face. “Extra ripe though.”
Marcus closed the rookery. “Yeah, those are extra-stinky, but they look the best so far.”
“I agree with that. Those are some amazing sacs,” Oliver said. “Do you guys need food?”
“There’s food downstairs,” Marcus said.
“You look like you skipped breakfast,” Oliver said. “I’ll be right back.”
Shadow looked at Marcus. “Did you skip dinner too?”
“I might have,” Marcus said.
Shadow huffed. “You know we can eat as much as we want. We have a replicator.”
“I know. I was preoccupied,” Marcus said. He leaned down and kissed her. “But I need considerably less food than you.”
“You still need to eat,” Shadow said.
“I have food.” Oliver walked into the room and handed Marcus two Umbra Ones. Then, he handed Shadow two Umbra Ones.
Marcus drained both of his. He licked his fangs. “Thank Hades for friends.”
“Didn’t realize how hungry you were, did you?” Oliver asked.
“I did not,” Marcus said.
Shadow drained one of her Umbra Ones. “Full.” She handed the other one to Marcus.
Marcus drained it. “Apparently, I was starving.”
“I thought you looked a little pale,” Oliver said.
“I’m fine now,” Marcus said.
“Bath is ready.” Alera walked over to Shadow and helped her out of the chair. She looked at Marcus. “You’re not smelling very clean either.”
“I’m going to take a shower,” Marcus said. “But I want Shadow in a bath so she’ll calm down.”
“I'll get started on some distillations in the barn,” Oliver said.
“I’ll join you as soon as I don’t smell like sac,” Marcus said.
“Are we staying home tonight?” Shadow asked.
“We are,” Marcus said.
Alera led Shadow out of the expellary room and down to the master bathroom.
“Is he mad?” Shadow asked.
“No,” Alera said as she helped Shadow into the bath.
“Alera.”
“He’s not mad at you,” Alera said as she grabbed a washcloth and lathered it. “He doesn’t want to run into his ex.”
“Oh,” Shadow said. “I couldn’t tell.”
Alera started gently scrubbing Shadow. “He’s probably keeping it out of the bond. It’s in his surface thoughts.” She scrubbed Shadow’s front. “Lean forward.”
Shadow leaned forward.
Alera scrubbed her back. “He just wants to do things here tonight. Make sure you’re comfortable. Start a new distillation.”
Marcus knocked on the doorframe. “Can I take a shower?”
“You can. She’s in the bath,” Alera said.
Marcus walked in and started the shower. He turned around and stepped to Shadow's head before leaning down and kissing her.
“You want to tell Shadow why you’re mad?” Alera asked.
Marcus sighed. “Did she ask?”
“She did,” Alera said. “You’re keeping it from her. Not that I want to pry.”
“It’s okay,” Marcus said. “It’s hard to keep secrets when you’re Bonded, and your best friends are telepathic.”
“I know you’re mad,” Shadow said. “I just can’t tell why.”
“It’s not you or the sacs,” Marcus said. “I’m still angry with my previous Bonded. I will eventually deal with her, but not tonight.” He stepped into the shower.
Alera handed Shadow the washcloth. “Clean between your legs. Gently.”
“Shit. I need to feed her so she’ll heal,” Marcus said as he washed.
“She’s okay. She can still wash that area,” Alera said.
Shadow washed and handed the cloth back.
“Stand and let me see,” Alera said.
Shadow huffed and stood out of the water. “It’s cold.”
“I know.” Alera examined her. “You are so bad at washing. Hold still.” Alera went over the area then looked again. “Okay, you can sit back down.”
“I usually wash her,” Marcus said as he stepped under the shower to rinse.
“She managed to miss all the gunk,” Alera said as she grabbed the shampoo and washed Shadow’s hair.
“I’m pretty sure her house on Umbra had an automated shower,” Marcus said.
“What’s an automated shower?” Alera asked.
“It has specific spray jets for everything. You step inside, and it sprays you clean,” Marcus said. “From her memories, she had a fairly advanced house. This low-level technology confuses her.”
“Oh my goodness. I don’t even know if that was available on Chivitas. We didn’t have one. We had one closer to this,” Alera said as she finished washing Shadow’s hair. She turned on the faucet. “Rinse.”
Shadow stuck her head under the faucet.
Alera made sure her hair was thoroughly rinsed of soap. “I think you’re done.” She helped Shadow out of the bath, then grabbed two towels. She wrapped one around Shadow and another around her hair. “She’s all clean.”
Marcus stepped out of the shower after turning off the water. He wrapped a towel around his waist.
“Marcus, can I talk to you about something? In private?” Alera asked.
“I already know what you’re going to ask. The answer is no,” Marcus said.
“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask,” Alera said.
“Yes, I do. You haven’t had your sacs. You’re concerned about their growth, and you know that four-thousand year old seed would help,” Marcus said. “I’m not doing it.”
Alera sighed. “How do you know all that?”
“It’s all over your face. I may not have telepathy, but I know expressions,” Marcus said.
“I am concerned. I don’t think Oliver’s seed is strong enough.”
Marcus looked at Shadow. She looked like she was going to cry. “Go put on one of your little dresses and go help Oliver.”
“But...”
“Go help Oliver. You’re still sensitive after expelling your sacs,” Marcus said. He waited until she left the bathroom. “That’s a really mean thing to ask me in front of Shadow.”
“I didn’t want to hide anything,” Alera said.
“I can appreciate that thought,” Marcus said. “And I understand your dilemma.”
“I want these sacs healthy, Marcus,” Alera said.
“And I want my clan, but I promised her I wouldn’t stick my mutto in you,” Marcus said.
“Well, can I just have the seed?” Alera asked.
“How?” Marcus asked.
“In a cup?”
Marcus ran his hands down his face. “You’re putting me in a terrible position.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll drop it,” Alera said.
Marcus contemplated. “I’ll help you but not in that way.” He held out his wrist. “Take a bite.”
“How will that help?” Alera asked.
“It’s seeding and feeding,” Marcus said. “It’ll help.”
Alera walked over and sank her fangs into Marcus’ wrist.
“Take a couple good swallows,” Marcus said.
Alera took three swallows and released his wrist. She licked her fangs. “You’re incredible.”
“It’s four-thousand year old blood,” Marcus said. “How do you feel now?”
“Better,” Alera said.
“Don’t ask me again,” Marcus said. “I consider my seed and my blood for Shadow.”
“I understand. Thank you,” Alera said. She walked out of the bathroom.
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Naughty Reads 10 - Mountain Men and the Nymphomaniac
Botanist Daisy thought this was just another work trip — hike in, collect seeds, go home, and help the Department of Forests grow bigger, stronger trees. But when she stumbles into the territory of a few rugged mountain men, “big wood” takes on a whole new meaning. Out here, the trees aren’t the only thing that’s tall, thick, and begging to be climbed.
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Tree Experiments
Daisy Adroit walked down the rows of foot tall trees in the experimental greenhouse. They were all too small. They’d been growing for a month, and none of the trees had more than one leaf. This was not the result Big Log Research Center wanted when they spliced apple and cherry trees with a mix of Crabapple, Hawthorne and Ironwood. What they wanted was a tree that would grow from a seed to fruit-bearing in less than a year. This latest batch wasn’t going to do it. Daisy’s boss was going to be pissed and for good reason.
Big Log Research Center was a subsidiary of Fruits Forever, and they were busily buying up all the available farmland in the state to create vast groves of food trees. They wanted apples, cherries, oranges, lemons, avocados and maple trees, and they weren’t willing to wait for trees to mature to fill those fields. Once they got the fruit trees, they wanted to go into nuts. Walnuts and pecans, specifically. Eventually, they wanted to be the number one producer of everything tree.
“How do they look?”
Daisy turned her head. It was her boss, Floyd. “Not good. These have been growing a month, and it’s normal growth.
“Shit,” Floyd said. “So the latest batch of gene splicing and super fertilizer didn’t work.”
“Not even a little bit,” Daisy said. “I can show you the data.”
“It’s okay. I can see it,” Floyd said as he stepped beside her and looked across the vast tables of trees. “This is not the big wood they want.”
“I think we need to try a different tree,” Daisy said.
“We have the most robust trees on the planet to splice with,” Floyd said.
“Well, we need something else,” Daisy said. “And I’ve been researching.”
“What’d you find?” Floyd asked.
“There’s a rare tree that may work. It’s a Kumuppakace Erectica,” Daisy said.
Floyd laughed. “A cum tree.”
“That’s what the natives call it,” Daisy said. “It can grow to over four hundred feet tall. It’s got a wide base, long branches, thick leaves...”
“Does it drip sap?”
“It does,” Daisy said. “So it may be great for maple tree splicing.”
“Who do we order it from?” Floyd asked.
“You don’t,” Daisy said. “It’s only located in the mountains on one ridge. It’s extremely rare.”
“Is it hard to grow?” Floyd asked.
“Supposedly not, but no one has cultivated it. It’s more of a curiosity, and due to it’s size and location, no one has harvested it.”
“Due to the expense,” Floyd said.
“Right,” Daisy said.
“Well, a sapling wouldn’t be hard to pack,” Floyd said.
“No, it wouldn’t, but it’s going to take a week of hiking just to get there, and that’s once you get to the base of the mountain,” Daisy said. “The only people that have been there are other researchers and extreme sportsmen.”
“But they didn’t have a helicopter,” Floyd said.
“I bet some of them did,” Daisy said.
“Well, they didn’t have our pilot,” Floyd said. “Look, I can’t send this in. The CEO of Fruits Forever will eat me alive.”
“When’s the next report due?” Daisy asked.
“Four weeks,” Floyd said.
“Shit.”
“Yeah, so I need to get you up there. You have a week to ten days to get the saplings and samples. Once you get back, we need those saplings in soil and spliced. If we’re lucky, that’ll give us two weeks of growing time, and they damned well better look better than this, or it’s our asses.”
“Who’s the team?” Daisy asked.
“You. I can’t get anyone else. They’re on other projects.”
“Researching the nut trees,” Daisy said.
“Right. You know that’s coming up, and they will eventually fall in our laps, but we’re behind,” Floyd said.
“Shit,” Daisy said.
“Did that setup we give you last year for the jungle work well?”
“It did. It was an entire popup house,” Daisy said. “It even had air conditioning and heat. Not that I needed the heat.”
“All right. I’m going to send you with the popup house and lab, two weeks of food. Is there anything else you need?”
“No. I’ll pack whatever else I need. All those things come with all the equipment,” Daisy said.
“Don’t they pop with a button push?” Floyd asked.
“They do,” Daisy said.
“I can’t send weapons. You have your own?” Floyd asked.
“I’ll bring my guns and knives,” Daisy said.
“And we’ll give you a satellite phone like we did last time so you can call with progress updates and if you need anything. We can just drop it in,” Floyd said.
“I guess I better pack,” Daisy said. “When am I leaving?”
“As soon as I can get everything here. Tomorrow morning,” Floyd said. “I’ll call you in a couple hours with an exact time. The helicopter will leave from here.”
“I’ll be ready,” Daisy said.
“Stop by my office before you leave for the day,” Floyd said.
Daisy watched him leave the greenhouse. She knew this was serious because he hadn’t touched her. Normally, he had his hands all over her from the moment he walked into any room she was in. It was irritating, but she understood. They were in deep shit if they couldn’t get these trees to grow.
Daisy walked into her office and packed her notes and a durable laptop into a briefcase along with a power adapter and a portable solar power supply.
Once she had everything she needed, she took the elevator up to Floyd’s office on the fourth floor. Daisy knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Floyd said.
Daisy walked in to see him on the phone. She sat down on the couch and waited. It was just before noon. She figured she could be completely packed by three if she left fairly soon. Her house was forty minutes away from the research center.
“Is five too early for you?” Floyd asked as he covered the mic with his hand.
“I have a forty-minute drive,” Daisy said. “I’d prefer seven.”
Floyd uncovered the mic. “Be here at seven.” He ended the call a minute later. “The helicopter will be here at seven.”
“I’ll be here,” Daisy said. She stood from the couch. “I’ll see you when I get back.”
“Give me a progress update on anything major,” Floyd said.
“I will,” she said as she walked out of his office. Daisy figured she’d be going to the bar tonight. Seven was early, but not so early that she couldn’t spend a few hours relaxing before she was dropped into the middle of a mountain forest.
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With the appearance of his old boss and ex-Bonded, Marcus is more than a little leery. These vampires are either going to be allies or competition. The race is on for Marcus to expand his businesses and take over Beach City before Caesar and Galla beat him to it or severely hinder his progress in turning Earth into a Vampire haven for his family.
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Chapter 1 – Sacs at the Stone House
Marcus rolled over and wrapped his arms around Shadow. He was probably going to get bit. She was usually hungry first thing in the evening, but he still wanted to hold her.
Shadow yawned and stretched.
Marcus kissed the side of her face.
“You’re still in bed,” Shadow said.
“I am,” Marcus said. “How do you feel?”
“Bloated. These are definitely coming tonight,” Shadow said.
“Right now or later?” Marcus asked.
“Later,” Shadow said. “They’re not moving yet.”
Marcus kissed her then stopped.
“What?” Shadow asked. She knew he wanted to stick his mutto into her.
“Have we expelled in this house?” Marcus asked.
“I don’t think so. I don’t remember,” Shadow said.
“But I haven’t built that expellation room, have I?” Marcus asked.
“No,” Shadow said.
“We have that extra room up here. I’ll do it now,” Marcus said.
“I thought you wanted to...”
“I do,” Marcus said. “But I want you to be comfortable, and those sacs are coming soon. I can bury my mutto inside you at any time, providing your not expelling.”
Shadow laughed. “But maybe I wanted to.”
“I know you do. I can feel it,” Marcus said as he slid out of the bed. He helped Shadow out of it and looked at her abdomen. “You’re right. They’re coming tonight.”
Shadow looked down at her abdomen. “Unholy Hades. You’d think I was holding three.”
“I think you’ve got two males,” Marcus said.
“Is this eighteen?” Shadow asked.
“I think so,” Marcus said.
Shadow grinned. “You lost count!”
“It’s either eighteen or twenty,” Marcus said. “I’ve got a lot of sons and daughters down there.” He motioned to the basement, even though all their sacs were in the cabin cellar.
“All yours,” Shadow said.
“All mated childer, and I couldn’t be prouder,” Marcus said. “Let me get this room done. Can you feed yourself?”
“Yeah, I’ll just have a couple Umbra Ones,” Shadow said.
“What kind of chair do you want?” Marcus asked. “Did you like the one on the ship?”
“I did, but it needed more padding,” Shadow said.
“And I’d prefer it had a little basket or something to catch them if I’m not around,” Marcus said. “I’ll make one. The Erector has about two-thousand chair designs.”
Shadow inhaled. “You better hurry.”
“Did one just start moving?” Marcus asked.
“It did,” Shadow said.
“Go eat. It’ll probably be a couple hours yet. I’ll finish the room.” Marcus grabbed a pair of sweatpants and slid them on. “You can stay naked. We’ll shower after.”
Shadow hopped downstairs while Marcus grabbed the Erector so he could finish the expellation room. She ordered two Umbra Ones. She was starving.
By the time they appeared, she could feel herself starting to stretch.
“You better wait for breakfast,” Shadow told her sacs. She did not want to expell on an empty stomach. She picked up the first Umbra One and drained it. Shadow set the container on the counter. The sacs were starting to feel good. [Are you almost done?]
[Almost. Are they coming?] Marcus asked.
[They’re starting to feel good,] Shadow said.
[Almost done. You can come up here,] Marcus said.
Shadow drained her second Umbra One. She left the kitchen and started to walk up the stairs. She gasped. [Can you help me?]
[On my way.] Marcus wasn’t finished, but he set the Erector down and left the new room. He found Shadow at the bottom of the stairs, clutching the railing. He bounded down the stairs and lifted her into his arms. “I guess they’re not waiting.”
“They are really ready,” Shadow said then moaned. She squirmed. “Marcus, hurry.”
Marcus carried her up the stairs and into the new room. He set her on her feet. “Well, they can come. I just need to put a few finishing touches in here, like the chair.” He could hear Shadow panting and moaning as he built the chair. Those sacs were definitely coming. So much for a two hour window. It’d been forty-five minutes at most. “Done.”
“Marcus, it’s coming now!” Shadow screamed and shook.
Marcus turned and dove for the sac as it fell. He caught it inches before it hit the floor. He stood. “I got it.”
“I told you it was coming!”
“You’re right. It didn’t want to wait.” Marcus showed her the sac. “It’s a male. Almost four pounds.”
Shadow let out a sigh of relief. “It still smells like the underside of a crypt.”
“Yeah, it stinks, but it’s perfect. Beautiful purple lines. Nice black sac.” Marcus walked over to a rack he had built to hold the sacs and placed it in one of the slots.
“What is that?” Shadow asked.
“A sac rack. In case I can’t get to a rookery in time,” Marcus said.
Shadow laughed.
“This room doesn’t have any windows,” Marcus said. “So, I was able to create a rack just for this type of situation.”
“When the sacs won’t wait,” Shadow said.
“Right. How’s your second sac?”
“He’s not ready yet,” Shadow said.
“Well, I have the chair built.” He lifted Shadow off the floor and placed her in the chair. “How’s that?”
“Comfortable,” Shadow said.
Marcus walked over to a sink and washed and dried his hands. Then, he walked back to Shadow and felt her abdomen. “He’s still in there.”
“I don’t feel him moving,” Shadow said.
Marcus slid his hands down her abdomen. “He’s pulsing.”
“I don’t think he’s ready,” Shadow said.
“Is the pressure gone?” Marcus asked.
“Mostly,” Shadow said.
This was an interesting predicament. Usually, when Shadow started expelling, she kept expelling until all the sacs were out. Marcus waited. That sac didn’t look like it was moving. He looked between Shadow's legs. She was still stretched. Her body knew there was more in there. “You’re still ready.”
“It’s not moving,” Shadow said.
Marcus felt her abdomen again. He’s still pulsing. “Let me see if I can move him.”Marcus applied slight pressure to her abdomen.
Shadow inhaled.
“Pain?” Marcus asked.
“No. I think it moved,” Shadow said.
Marcus applied more pressure to her abdomen. “Try to relax.”
Shadow purred. “That feels good.” She relaxed then made a surprised sound. “He’s coming.”
Marcus let out a sound of relief and continued to massage Shadow’s abdomen.
Shadow moaned and writhed.
Marcus looked between her legs. “He’s coming.” He could see the edges of the sac.
Shadow gripped the arms of the chair. “Marcus!” She screamed and shook.
“He’s out.” Marcus caught the sac and put it on the rack. He walked over and washed his hands.
“How big was the second?” Shadow asked.
“Little smaller than the first. I think that’s why he stalled,” Marcus said. “Do you feel like you have any more?”
“No. I think they’re all out,” Shadow said.
“Just rest for a minute. I’m going to get a rookery,” Marcus said. He handed Shadow his wrist device. “Call Alera and brag. I’ll be right back.”
Shadow laughed. She dialed Alera as Marcus walked out of the room.
“Marcus?” Alera said.
“Shadow.”
“Oh, how are you?” Alera asked. “We’re just about ready to head over. Sorry, we’re running late.”
“It’s okay. I just expelled,” Shadow said.
“You had your sacs?” Alera asked.
“Two more. Marcus is going to get the rookery,” Shadow said.
“I’m not quite ready, but we think tomorrow night or the next,” Alera said. “How did it go?”
“Not as smooth,” Shadow said. “One failed to move.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” Shadow said.
“Oliver just finished what he’s doing, and I’m no where near expelling. We’ll be right over to help,” Alera said.
Shadow ended the call just as Marcus walked into the room. “They’re on their way.”
“Alera is worried,” Marcus said.
“She is,” Shadow said.
“Well, she can help you take a bath,” Marcus said.
“I don’t need a bath. I can take a shower with you,” Shadow said.
“I want you to take a bath and relax,” Marcus said. “You got stressed.” He put the new sacs in the rookery.
“I was not stressed,” Shadow said.
“Yes, you were,” Marcus said just as he heard the front door open. “They ran.”
“Marcus, we’re here,” Oliver said.
“Upstairs. Last room,” Marcus said.
Oliver and Alera ran up the stairs. Oliver opened the door to see Marcus with a rookery and Shadow in an elaborate chair. “How can we help?”
“Shadow needs a bath,” Marcus said.
“I’ll get a bath started and be right back,” Alera said.
“So, two more sons, Marcus?” Oliver asked.
“I think so.” He motioned to the rookery.
Oliver peered inside. “Very nice. Those look great.” He waved his hand in front of his face. “Extra ripe though.”
Marcus closed the rookery. “Yeah, those are extra-stinky, but they look the best so far.”
“I agree with that. Those are some amazing sacs,” Oliver said. “Do you guys need food?”
“There’s food downstairs,” Marcus said.
“You look like you skipped breakfast,” Oliver said. “I’ll be right back.”
Shadow looked at Marcus. “Did you skip dinner too?”
“I might have,” Marcus said.
Shadow huffed. “You know we can eat as much as we want. We have a replicator.”
“I know. I was preoccupied,” Marcus said. He leaned down and kissed her. “But I need considerably less food than you.”
“You still need to eat,” Shadow said.
“I have food.” Oliver walked into the room and handed Marcus two Umbra Ones. Then, he handed Shadow two Umbra Ones.
Marcus drained both of his. He licked his fangs. “Thank Hades for friends.”
“Didn’t realize how hungry you were, did you?” Oliver asked.
“I did not,” Marcus said.
Shadow drained one of her Umbra Ones. “Full.” She handed the other one to Marcus.
Marcus drained it. “Apparently, I was starving.”
“I thought you looked a little pale,” Oliver said.
“I’m fine now,” Marcus said.
“Bath is ready.” Alera walked over to Shadow and helped her out of the chair. She looked at Marcus. “You’re not smelling very clean either.”
“I’m going to take a shower,” Marcus said. “But I want Shadow in a bath so she’ll calm down.”
“I'll get started on some distillations in the barn,” Oliver said.
“I’ll join you as soon as I don’t smell like sac,” Marcus said.
“Are we staying home tonight?” Shadow asked.
“We are,” Marcus said.
Alera led Shadow out of the expellary room and down to the master bathroom.
“Is he mad?” Shadow asked.
“No,” Alera said as she helped Shadow into the bath.
“Alera.”
“He’s not mad at you,” Alera said as she grabbed a washcloth and lathered it. “He doesn’t want to run into his ex.”
“Oh,” Shadow said. “I couldn’t tell.”
Alera started gently scrubbing Shadow. “He’s probably keeping it out of the bond. It’s in his surface thoughts.” She scrubbed Shadow’s front. “Lean forward.”
Shadow leaned forward.
Alera scrubbed her back. “He just wants to do things here tonight. Make sure you’re comfortable. Start a new distillation.”
Marcus knocked on the doorframe. “Can I take a shower?”
“You can. She’s in the bath,” Alera said.
Marcus walked in and started the shower. He turned around and stepped to Shadow's head before leaning down and kissing her.
“You want to tell Shadow why you’re mad?” Alera asked.
Marcus sighed. “Did she ask?”
“She did,” Alera said. “You’re keeping it from her. Not that I want to pry.”
“It’s okay,” Marcus said. “It’s hard to keep secrets when you’re Bonded, and your best friends are telepathic.”
“I know you’re mad,” Shadow said. “I just can’t tell why.”
“It’s not you or the sacs,” Marcus said. “I’m still angry with my previous Bonded. I will eventually deal with her, but not tonight.” He stepped into the shower.
Alera handed Shadow the washcloth. “Clean between your legs. Gently.”
“Shit. I need to feed her so she’ll heal,” Marcus said as he washed.
“She’s okay. She can still wash that area,” Alera said.
Shadow washed and handed the cloth back.
“Stand and let me see,” Alera said.
Shadow huffed and stood out of the water. “It’s cold.”
“I know.” Alera examined her. “You are so bad at washing. Hold still.” Alera went over the area then looked again. “Okay, you can sit back down.”
“I usually wash her,” Marcus said as he stepped under the shower to rinse.
“She managed to miss all the gunk,” Alera said as she grabbed the shampoo and washed Shadow’s hair.
“I’m pretty sure her house on Umbra had an automated shower,” Marcus said.
“What’s an automated shower?” Alera asked.
“It has specific spray jets for everything. You step inside, and it sprays you clean,” Marcus said. “From her memories, she had a fairly advanced house. This low-level technology confuses her.”
“Oh my goodness. I don’t even know if that was available on Chivitas. We didn’t have one. We had one closer to this,” Alera said as she finished washing Shadow’s hair. She turned on the faucet. “Rinse.”
Shadow stuck her head under the faucet.
Alera made sure her hair was thoroughly rinsed of soap. “I think you’re done.” She helped Shadow out of the bath, then grabbed two towels. She wrapped one around Shadow and another around her hair. “She’s all clean.”
Marcus stepped out of the shower after turning off the water. He wrapped a towel around his waist.
“Marcus, can I talk to you about something? In private?” Alera asked.
“I already know what you’re going to ask. The answer is no,” Marcus said.
“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask,” Alera said.
“Yes, I do. You haven’t had your sacs. You’re concerned about their growth, and you know that four-thousand year old seed would help,” Marcus said. “I’m not doing it.”
Alera sighed. “How do you know all that?”
“It’s all over your face. I may not have telepathy, but I know expressions,” Marcus said.
“I am concerned. I don’t think Oliver’s seed is strong enough.”
Marcus looked at Shadow. She looked like she was going to cry. “Go put on one of your little dresses and go help Oliver.”
“But...”
“Go help Oliver. You’re still sensitive after expelling your sacs,” Marcus said. He waited until she left the bathroom. “That’s a really mean thing to ask me in front of Shadow.”
“I didn’t want to hide anything,” Alera said.
“I can appreciate that thought,” Marcus said. “And I understand your dilemma.”
“I want these sacs healthy, Marcus,” Alera said.
“And I want my clan, but I promised her I wouldn’t stick my mutto in you,” Marcus said.
“Well, can I just have the seed?” Alera asked.
“How?” Marcus asked.
“In a cup?”
Marcus ran his hands down his face. “You’re putting me in a terrible position.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll drop it,” Alera said.
Marcus contemplated. “I’ll help you but not in that way.” He held out his wrist. “Take a bite.”
“How will that help?” Alera asked.
“It’s seeding and feeding,” Marcus said. “It’ll help.”
Alera walked over and sank her fangs into Marcus’ wrist.
“Take a couple good swallows,” Marcus said.
Alera took three swallows and released his wrist. She licked her fangs. “You’re incredible.”
“It’s four-thousand year old blood,” Marcus said. “How do you feel now?”
“Better,” Alera said.
“Don’t ask me again,” Marcus said. “I consider my seed and my blood for Shadow.”
“I understand. Thank you,” Alera said. She walked out of the bathroom.
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