One Bite Away - Vampire Chronicles: 1 - eBook

One Bite Away - Vampire Chronicles: 1 - eBook
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Martin Novak insisted that he’d never change another person’s life for love and his pleasure. For centuries he lived by that self-imposed code. Now, he is contemplating a change of heart for not only his own pleasure, but to save the life of the woman he loves. Carleena loved life and lived it to the fullest. Love and happiness fills her now that she’s found her perfect man. But when she learns she is sick, and it could keep them apart, her life is further complicated by the secret Marty has been keeping. Will he truly be the perfect man for her? Will he love her to the end? Is her hope for everlasting happiness only…One Bite Away?


Carleena took in the wondrous sight of Marty’s backside. Taut butt cheeks filled out his black jeans to perfection. Broad shoulders spanned above a strong back. I wonder if his arms are as strong as they look. Marty turned around and came up short.  Carleena felt the burning in her cheeks. Did he just catch me looking him over?

“Hello?” His eyes brightened.

“Hello,” Carleena said, and then put on her best smile. Please look like you are in charge of your destiny. 

“Are you having a good night?” He placed one hand on his right hip.

“Yes, thank you.”

“What can I do for you this evening?”

“You can answer a nagging question. If you have time to…”

“Sure, what’s your question?”

“I’ve been told you’re a good dancer. Is that true?” Is that a good opening line or what?

He grinned. “Depends on who you ask? But I’ve been told I’m…adequate.” Marty said in return.

She smiled. He’s being coy. “Are you willing to prove it?”


By the smug smile on his face, Carleena realized  Marty liked being chased. He played the elusive target well. Probably from years of practice. “I was wondering if you’d care to dance…with me?” She asked in a voice soft and low, failing to add to the confident person she tried to claim herself to be at that moment.

He cocked an eyebrow, “What makes you such a good judge of my performance?”

“I’m a dance instructor at the Community Center.”

“Ah,” he looked to the floor. “It’s a slow one. I guess we can take a quick spin and let you…evaluate…my dance steps.He led Carleena to the center of the dance floor. A strum of a violin drifted until it led into a crashing boom. The tempo picked up, and Marty wrapped his right hand under her arm, cupping her shoulder blade, applying just the right amount of pressure. His strong left hand held her right arm upright, at her eye level. The strong brace of his hand against her back sent a wave of thrills through her veins. Butterflies bounced in and out of her stomach. He took a step forward, she followed.

“Good lead,” she commented

He gave a gentlemanly nod, “Thank you.”

This was her element. Here she could be the winner of any battle of the sexes. He crossed his left leg over his right and extended his arms as Carleena gracefully executed a develope’ with her right leg, eliciting gasps from the onlookers and made her swoon at the sheer romance of it all. “Lovely,” she gasped.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

The lyrics of the song touched her soul. His gaze stayed on hers while he gently lifted her to stand.

“I know who you are,” he whispered in her ear, and watched her smile at the comment. “I feel like I have awakened from a dull dream.”

 “Pretty words from someone who doesn’t even know my name.”

He spun her around, her back against his rock hard chest. She wanted him to touch her. The heat of his body sent lustful shivers down her spine. “Carleena!” he whispered. The warmth of his breath in her ear warmed her womanly core. Her pussy’s dew moistened her nether lips. “But I don’t know your last name.”

She looked over her shoulder, her gaze captured his. “Freeman. And what is yours?” 

“Novak, Martin Novak, Marty to my friends,” He lifted his left hand, not too high, just enough, to lead her into an underarm turn to face him again. “But you already knew that didn’t you?”

She shrugged it off. “Never hurts to be formally introduced. Oh, good turn by the way.”

“Thanks.” He scooted her across the dance floor. “I’ve waited a lifetime for you.”

Her smile deepened automatically. The sentiment was nice and nothing she’d expected from Marty. “That’s new. I’ll give you that.” She looked around the dance floor. “I think the song ended.”

“And a little too soon to my liking.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, not catching his meaning until the words left her mouth.

He smiled down at her, held her close for a few lingering seconds. “I don’t want to stop dancing quite yet.”

She chuckled, regaining her control. “But there is no music, Mr. Novak.”

“Shh,” he placed his finger over her lips. “Call me Marty.”

Carleena felt the pit of her stomach suddenly drop out; his deep gaze and soft spoken words sent out a vibe of want to match her silent call for the same. She turned to walk away. He grasped her arm firmly.

 “Don’t walk away. I can’t let you.”

“Oh really, Marty? And why shouldn’t I just walk away?”

“I’m afraid if you do, there will be no more tomorrows for me.” A new song began. He took her in his arms again and swayed gently with the music.

“I did answer my original question. You can dance. But now I’m afraid I’m plagued with another one.”

“I can’t have you plagued with anything. What can I help you with now?”

“How did I bring about you having no more tomorrows?”

“You are a breath of life in my lonely existence.”

Carleena looked deeply into his gaze to find a slight indication of teasing at her expense. She found he may have to be taken seriously. This guy is way too smooth. His gaze remained on her. She felt uncomfortable in his scrutiny.  “What are you staring at?”

“The blush on your cheeks and the stain of red on your lips.”

“What about them?” she tried to be the alpha female but it came out a little rough.

“They entice me to do things I really shouldn’t think about.”

“Like what?” she dared.

 His head eased down to hers. “To taste just one of the areas I’ve wanted to savor for the past hour.”

Her tongue nervously stroked over her bottom lip while a small shutter of expectancy and angst blasted her body. Suddenly, she burst out laughing before he could place the kiss on her lips. “You’re creative; I’ll give you that one too.” She placed her hand on his shoulder.  “Thanks for…”

The music picked up. “Let’s see what you can really do, teacher.” He led her in a frantic Hustle danced to a Euro-techno beat, and for one moment, time stood still for them while the dance continued.

“I know I’m bad and cocky, but I do like to have fun,” he confessed as her dress twirled when he led her through a double overhead wrap. His eyes took in every inch of her long and toned dancer’s legs.


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