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August 25 - September 1, 2025
Period clothing in a country pub is a vibe. And that vibe is sexy AF.
He’s just being nice, and I’m ready to climb him like the property ladder.
He likes to drive with the windows down because he is a masochist.
as long as the hero is broody, grumpy and possessive, with a schlong that has to be checked as oversized baggage on aeroplanes, I’m in.
This is a castle that has seen some shit.
like a junk store had a drunken hate fuck with a Jackson Pollock painting, it has a personality,
it’s a precious dragon hoard, and my job is to help them protect it from filthy hobbitses.
Actually, he did talk about paint drying for a bit. It was surprisingly hot.
devouring the page with a hunger that makes me wish I was made of paper and covered in diagrams of locomotive engines.
The castle network is named ‘LAN Helsing’, and the password is ‘cantstakeme’, all one word.”
“I believe I have the power to bestow them. Would you like to be ‘Empress Winifred, Lady of Light and Laughter and Terrible Music’, or perhaps ‘Her Royal Highness Winifred, Grand Poobah of the Clutter Castle’.”
I am dead to the world. (That’s my little joke, since I am always dead to the world.)
I can’t believe he’s allergic to sunlight.
Gideon: How are those blue balls going, Allie?
I also need to remain seated, so that I can hide my arousal in the folds of my shirt.
Only you can do that. You are enough.”
“Earth to Alaric – what do I do next?” I want you to stop wriggling your derrière against me unless you want me to bury myself in it.
“I spend my days creating chaos from order, but I did not know what brought me joy until I met you. I do not have words for the gift you’ve given me.”
“Worship me,” I manage to breathe.
“Why did you suddenly need to swing a sword around?” “I’m training,” he says seriously. “For the next time I meet Patrick.”
I glance up, alert for danger. Is the killer in our midst? Worse. Patrick and Claire are here.
I’d feel better with a sword in my hand. And Patrick’s head on a spike.
Damn him and his pretty words.
which is just as well because everything Gideon has ever said about Winnie makes me want to poke a straw through his back and sip out his spinal fluid.
“I am a centuries-old vampire prince from one of the most noble bloodlines of the Nightshade Court.” Alaric holds out the keys to me. “I have no clue how to work that infernal contraption. You will drive. I will work the map and choose the playlist.”
