So, I'm Not a Vampire? First Book in the Peaches series (excerpt)

Bane smirked and planted his hands on either side of my head. “I could have found another way to get you out of there, Peaches,” he began, never taking his eyes off my face, “but I chose to make you my wife.”
I didn’t know exactly what that meant, but I got the gist of it. Bane had chosen me, and from what I’d gathered at the party, Bane didn’t choose people. He didn’t seek people out or try to make alliances. He was a lone wolf, and I was special to him.
God, was that sexy.
I reached up and kissed him, just attacked him with my lips and tongue. I tasted blood and felt his fangs rub against my lips and teeth. Instead of fear, I felt exhilaration. I felt happy and sexy and horny. I wasn’t thinking about my weight when I kissed Bane, or my failed relationships. I wasn’t thinking about how I probably smelled like fear-sweat and vomit because of the party. I wasn’t thinking about a single negative thing because I was enjoying kissing a man who wanted me.
I’d never really been wanted in my life except for Jimmy Patucci in seventh grade, and that was only because he’d been dorky, unattractive, and weird and had heard I screwed anything with a penis. Yeah, no.
It was a novel concept to kiss a guy and have him kiss you like he was trying to suck out your soul. It was the sort of kiss I’d seen in movies so many times: the hard, fast, claiming kiss before they went off and did something dangerous. Bane kissed me like we were about to jump off a bridge onto a moving train, or fight ninja warriors.
“You think too much.” He pulled back, ripped off his shirt, and made short work of my outfit. Sweet baby Jesus, vampire speed was a sight to see. One second fully clothed, next second completely naked. He didn’t even get to see the bra and panty set I picked out.


Bane groaned low and lowered himself back down to me. “Oh, I saw them, habibi.”