#1 My first one-night stand
This book is not finishedon hold right now! I will finish it eventually, but not anytime soon. I had a baby not that long ago, and still slowly getting used to life as a mom. For now, I can only focus on one book at a time, and that's gonna be the newest book in the "Sweet Caroline" series, not this book. Figured I should tell you guys upfront. Sorry!
Welcome to my first fantasy book on Inkitt! It’s fantasy, romance, and a hint of erotica.
I’ve been writing contemporary romance only up until now, so I’m excited to try my hand at a new genre. When I was a teenager, I only write fantasy fan fiction and badly executed original fiction works (that looking back feel like rip-offs of Vampire Diaries or Vampire Academy hahaha). This new fantasy novel is my first attempt in YEARS to write in this genre. I hope you guys will like it.
Love, your favorite Goddess
Witches and vampires – a match made in hell. Yet somehow Summer seems to keep ending up attracting men with fangs, when those are the last types she should be messing with.
Summer Heart is twenty-two, smart and athletic. Only a handful of people know that she’s a witch – and a very powerful one at that. Her coven is one of the most influential ones in the USA. But even a witch like Summer has difficulty accepting that her gorgeous vampire boyfriend Jeremy left her for a younger, hotter girl.
Enter Hunter: a new, struggling vampire who she can’t seem to shake after an awkward hook-up one faithful night. While Hunter and Summer struggle to understand powers bigger than the two of them, it turns out Jeremy may not be gone from her life after all. Will Summer uncover the secrets of her coven and find out Jeremy’s true motives, or will she stay in the dark?
Sometimes, the dark is more comfortable than the harsh light of the truth…
#1 My first one-night stand
“What did you say your name was?”
“Summer. Summer Heart.”
“Summer, huh?” He takes me in from head to toe and frowns. “You don’t look like a Summer. More like…”
“Winter?” I offer, rolling my eyes. When will I finally meet someone who has something more original to say about my name?
“Kind of.” He lets his eyes wander over my face again. “You have skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony.”
Is this guy seriously quoting Snow White to me? In an Irish Pub no less, with loud music causing us to shout in one another’s ear.
“That’s right.” he laughs at my expression. “I know my Disney.”
I bite my tongue – it probably isn’t a good idea to start lecturing him on the fact that Snow White didn’t an original Disney tale, even though they made a great screen adaptation of the story. It was an original German fairy tale. The story was published in the first edition of Grimms’ Fairy Tales in 1812. It’s rare enough to find a guy that watches Disney movies and who can even quote from them, so I shouldn’t expect miracles.
Someone bumps into me from behind, causing me to fall against the guy. He puts his arms around me to steady me. A small spark crackles between us, something I haven’t felt in ages. Not since Jeremy. His smile catches me off guard as well. It’s a damn nice one, if a little crooked.
When he pulls me even closer, my first reaction is to jerk back. I’d gotten used to keeping my distance from other guys, since there was obviously no flirting with others while I was with Jeremy. It takes a heartbeat for the harsh truth to hit me: I’m single. I can do whatever I want.
The new guy looks cute enough to decide to go with it. This is why I came out tonight. To finally feel better about myself. Sitting in my room feeling sorry for myself hasn’t done me any good. Maybe kissing this guy can be my palate cleanser. I’m so ready to stop obsessing over my ex.
With a sudden intensity, I grab his shirt and pull him down so I can kiss him. His lips are softer than I thought they would be. He responds eagerly, his hands grabbing my ass while he deepens the kiss. It’s a shock to my entire system to kiss someone new. A good kind of shock, but scary as well.
“It’s because I watch Disney, right?” he says when we break apart, breathing hard. He shows me that crooked smile again, and I like it even more than before. He’s a fairly good kisser, which makes me look at him in a different light. Soft lips and eager participation are definite bonus points.
“Do you want to get out of here?” I’m already snatching my coat from the stool behind me.
With a grin, he follows me through the crowd and out into the cold, foggy November night. The cold washes over us right away, and I huddle in my coat, looking up at him.
“What do you want to do?” he asks, suddenly looking a little nervous.
I shrug, realizing I haven’t thought this through at all. Does he expect me to have sex with him now? I mean, that’s what girls do when they ask a guy to ‘get out of here’, right? I have absolutely no clue what the protocol for this type of situation is. Last time I met someone, it was Jeremy. He took charge of the situation, like he always took charge of everything. I guess I was kind of hoping this guy would do the same.
Good God. I’m only 22 and I’m already rusty when it comes to dating. Not that this is a date, of course. It’s a… I don’t know. A potential hookup? Do I want it to be?
“We could get something to eat?” the guy offers, sensing my discomfort. “There’s a snack bar right around the corner.”
“I know.” I can’t help laughing. “I live right above it.”
“Oh,” he replies dully. He’s starting to look like he regrets stepping out of the bar with me. “Do you want to go home?”
He was expecting us to hook up. Definitely. I can’t even blame him. Why else would I kiss him and then ask him to step outside with me? Nerves bubble up in me the second I allow myself to truly imagine sleeping with someone new. I want to, but I also don’t. I’m such a mess these days.
Awkwardly, I clear my throat. “I don’t invite guys I don’t know into my home.”
“I wasn’t implying…” He shakes his head and smiles ruefully. “I’m sorry.”
This wasn’t how I imagined this would go down in the slightest. He was supposed to be the one in charge, not me. He came up to me. He made the first move, and the second, and the third. He was flirting with me all night – buying a drink, giving me compliments, touching my arm… All I did was kiss him. What is it about the cold night that turns him into a wimp all of a sudden? Maybe it’s not fair to judge him when I’m being awkward as fuck as well, but I only made this bold move because I thought he’d take it from there.
“What’s your name?” I ask after a long moment of awkward silence.
He’s got to be kidding me. “Snow White and the Hunter,” I mutter. “Figures. So, Hunter, would you like to go home with me?”
Time to stop beating around the bush. I made my decision, and I might as well get on with it before I lose my nerve.
“Erm…” He blinks rapidly, his cheeks reddening. “I thought you didn’t take home guys you don’t know.”
I fight the impulse to roll my eyes at him. Is this the same guy that was eyeing me suggestively just a few minutes ago? “Yeah, but I know you now, right? Your name is Hunter, you like Disney movies, you blush when you’re flustered and you’re a pretty decent kisser.”
He lets out a startled laugh. “Pretty decent? I’m amazing at the very least.”
“Not sure yet.” I’m feeling bolder now that he’s back to flirting. “I’d have to try it again.”
Finally, his expression turns seductive and smug again, just like it did when he came up to me in the pub. He takes a step toward me and cups my face in his big hands. I tilt my head and close my eyes, enjoying the fact that he’s kissing me now instead of the other way around. He’s a great kisser indeed: not too much tongue or drool and I love the way his right hand knots in my hair.
“Come on,” I whisper when he pulls back slightly. “Let’s go – we can be in my bedroom in five minutes or less.”
“Or less?” Hunter repeats, his eyes wide. “I like the sound of that.”
He obviously didn’t expect to score this easily tonight – neither did I, for the record. I turn around and started to run. Laughing, I yell over my shoulder: “Or less!” I’m not truly in this much of a hurry to get naked with this Hunter guy, but I know that with every second that passes, the chances of me chickening out are getting bigger and bigger. I’ve never had a one-night stand before and I’m sure I’m going to like it.
There is no reason not to try it, though. Jeremy doesn’t want me anymore, I’m on the pill, and I have a box full of condoms underneath my bed from back when Jer and I still used those. I’ve never been more ready for a one-night stand in my life. I’ve never needed one this badly either. Anything to stop thinking about Jeremy.
I hear Hunter running after me, but he doesn’t overtake me. I’m in pretty great shape thanks to being on NYU’s swim team. It’s how I got my scholarship.
“So… this is it?” he asks when we stop in front of the battered door right next to the snack bar. The smell of fries and mayo drifts through the open window. The smell of coming home.
“Yeah, this is it.” I open the door and start up the stairs. “Come on in.” For a second, I’m scared he won’t follow me, but after a moment his footsteps follow me and he slams shut the door.
“Kitchen,” I say without looking back, “shared living room and bathroom.”
He laughs, but I wasn’t sure why. It makes me nervous.
“My bedroom’s way up in the attic,” I explain while we walked up another flight of stairs.
“How many roommates?”
“Two – but they’re not home on the weekends.” Why am I telling him that? It sounds like I’m telling him not to worry about keeping quiet. Ugh, I’m bad at this.
“Nice,” is all he says in response. We’re now standing on the threshold of my room on the third floor, taking in the mess in front of us. “It looks great.”
“Don’t say that.” I grimace. “I know it’s a messy dump, but at least it’s my dump.”
“I love it,” he assures me, stepping inside and walking around – as much as that’s possible in the small, crowded space. There’s a desk, a bed, two chairs, a comfy couch and two closets: one for books, one for clothes. All those pieces of furniture hardly leave any room to stand, let alone walk, with all the socks, books, papers and CDs sprawled across the room.
Stunned, I watch as Hunter sits down on the edge of my bed. He pats the space next to him and flashes me a very sultry smile that takes me off guard. His shyness seems all gone, which is a very good thing. He looks hot when he gets all cocky. When I don’t rush to his side immediately, he even motions for me to join him again, licking his lips suggestively.
“What the hell,” I mutter to myself, throwing myself onto his lap. If we’re really going to do this, we might as well get on with it.
“Whoa,” he breathes, running his hands down my back. “You move fast, Snow White.”
“You’re the one motioning me over to the bed, Hunter,” I argue.
“Shut up.” His voice is hoarse as he pushes me down on the bed. He turns out to be quite strong – way stronger than I expected from a relatively slender guy.
I pull his shirt over his head while he pushes the jacket I was still wearing over my shoulders. My sweater and bra follow suit, leaving me a little cold and very exposed.
“Beautiful,” Hunter whispers, taking off his pants and pressing up against me in nothing but his boxer shorts – no, not just his shorts, he’s still wearing his socks. I’m pretty sure that’s the last thing I should be noticing when a guy is undoing the button on my jeans, but there it is. He’s still wearing his gray socks and they don’t even look very new or clean.
“You’re gorgeous,” he compliments while his hands roam my body.
I breathe a laugh and pull him on top of me – I’m ready for him to take off my pants just yet and this way he won’t complain. It’s a trick I used on Jeremy all the time. Before he chose that dumb slut over me, barely out of high school! What the hell was he thinking?
Hunter pulls my thoughts away from my ex and back to him when he starts kissing my neck. It’s always been my weakness: it’s impossible to resist someone when they find that special spot just below my ear. His lips travel down, trailing kisses on my left shoulder. I move my hands to his ass, making him gasp.
Just when my instincts are starting to take over and I pull at his shorts, Hunter does something I had not seen coming. Just above my right shoulder, at the very base of my throat, I feel two very pointy teeth entering my flesh. Immediately, I cry out in pain and try to fend him off, but he holds me back firmly.
Fuck. Not again. Why do I always end up with supernaturals?
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