Sunday, April 5, 2015

Excerpt from the tantalizing and delicious paranormal fantasy Desiring Death by C.P. Mandara


When his feet hit the soupy, syrupy sludge of the shallows, his toes had no time to wallow in the sand. He had a huntress on his back and she was coming at with considerably more speed than he’d bargained on. He upped his pace. It wouldn’t hurt to tire her out a little bit, he supposed. After all, she was after his blood.
He tossed his head over his shoulder and estimated that she was about five metres or so away from him. He figured he’d wind her up a touch and raised his voice so that it carried loud enough to be heard behind him. ‘Out of curiosity, why are you chasing me?’
‘Because I’m going to kill you,’ she roared and her hands were still in those interestingly-shaped claws she’d formed earlier. He observed that she had the most incredibly long, bright pink nails and thought they should be one of the first things he got rid of, when he had her safely stowed away. The woman could take an eye out with those things, and while he was a vamp and he did heal, certain injuries were more painful than others.
‘With what? Your bare hands? Good luck with that.’ He sent her a playful wink. Many had tried, all had failed. He couldn’t help but grin as she frantically slapped at her thighs. Ah ha, this is my vision, cherie, and I’ve had enough of stakes and knives for the time being. Her face suddenly lost all of its colour as she realised she was unarmed and unable to deal with the large threat that he presented.
‘Oh, God.’ Though his huntress was breathing hard, the words were clearly audible and the horror that surrounded them was unmistakeable. It seemed she was a lady who rarely went anywhere without her weapons of destruction. Oops.
Although they were running along at quite a pace, she managed to turn abruptly on her heel as the stupidity of what she was trying to do sank in. She then took off at a hasty trot in the opposite direction. This was a much better result all around in his opinion. He much preferred the chase from the vantage point of ‘chaser,’ not least because he got to admire her tremendous buttocks as they wobbled in glorious unison, from left to right. Her dress hid nothing. She’d almost be better taking the thing off because it was hampering her running and she needed all the advantages she could get.
He let her sprint for a few minutes. The exercise wouldn’t do her any harm. It was good for the heart, wouldn’t you know? ‘We’re on an island in the middle of nowhere, precious. You can run, but you can’t hide.’ He watched as she put a little more velocity into her long stride and exulted in her pounding pulse. Being an omnipotent predator was a whole lot of fun sometimes. He could pounce upon her whenever he chose, because whilst she might be out of breath, he didn’t require the substance and the speed they were currently travelling at was a slow walk in the park in vampire terms.
 ‘Would you prefer to add another ten minutes on your workout, sweetness, or should I just jump you now? You did agree to this, remember?’ He projected his words loud and clear, letting her know that he was not in the least bit tired and could keep up with her ad nauseum if necessary, although he was sure it wouldn’t be. Judging by her laboured breaths, his huntress was getting tired and that was exactly how he wanted her. It would make her just a little bit more pliable beneath him, when he tumbled her to the ground in a few seconds time.
‘If you call agreeing to have sex with a vampire while you’re at risk of drowning a fair bargain you’re out of your mind,’ she bit back, one word at a time, as she fought for breath.
‘Who said anything about fair? That kind of thing doesn’t trouble us nocturnal types, princess, and you should really keep to your word when dealing with the undead. They play nasty when crossed.’
Deciding he’d had quite enough of the chase, he pounced, his feet taking to the air in a burst of preternatural speed, and, grabbing his huntress by the shoulders he flipped her over so she faced him, before smacking her down in the powder-white sand below. Fine, silvery grains sprayed everywhere.
He used a little more force than absolutely necessary to bang her into the ground. It wouldn’t do her any harm if she was a little breathless and winded. The less aggravation he had to deal with the better, in his opinion. He was on top, she was beneath him, and that was pretty much how things were going to be from this moment forward. Unfortunately, being the gentleman that he was, he didn’t do the job properly. She was still very much living and breathing beneath him and the girl intended to let him know how much she disapproved of his manhandling.
She fought him tooth and nail, but mainly nail, because he was careful not to let her teeth get near anything important. Those damn nails of hers had a party, though. They gouged into his chest, raking impressively long lines down his naked torso and that stung a little. After a little bit of a struggle, which he couldn’t deny was most enjoyable, he managed to get a lock around both of her wrists. Squeezing them tightly, he slammed her fragile hands into the earth above her and scraped them along the sand until they were stretched out tight over her head. Her chest heaved with the exertion of trying to wriggle out from underneath him, but you didn’t escape a vampire once they set their sights upon you. She was locked-down, panting for breath and giving him some of the best evils he’d been fortunate enough to witness in his long and illustrious career as a member of the undead.
‘Keep squirming like that and I’ll be taking you with a bit more enthusiasm than I’d originally planned. Don’t feel the need to stop on my behalf, though, the feeling is most agreeable and my nether regions are applauding you most wholeheartedly.’ She stopped all movement instantly, as was to be expected, and he gave a silent sigh of relief. There was only so much territory he could control within a vision, and she was making things difficult for him. It was rather ungenerous of her, considering this was her fantasy.
‘Get off me.’ Violetta had to battle to get those words past her lips. His body weight on top of hers was crushing the air-space in her lungs.
‘Say please.’ His big blue eyes gave her a long, piercing look and they blinked slowly. He felt the rush of heat that shot straight between her legs, even if she hadn’t computed it yet.
‘Your weight is killing me,’ she managed to grate, through teeth that were clenched tightly in pain.
He gave her a lazy smile and bent down to kiss the top of her nose. ‘Don’t make me repeat myself, princess.’ To drive his point home, he twisted his head to rest against the curve of her throat and scraped his teeth against the soft flesh of her neck.
‘You promised!’ The screech was impressive, considering he had yet to remove his weight from her body.
‘Then play nicely and I might keep my end of the bargain.’ He nipped at her jugular for good measure to show he meant business.
‘You win,’ she squeaked, and her head scrabbled about frantically, trying to dislodge him. He kept his teeth exactly where they were. ‘Please,’ she added with a soft little whimper and a hiccup. Immediately raising his heavy frame from her body and supporting his weight on his knees, he was careful to keep a good hold of her hands. He wanted no further scrapes this evening, if at all possible.
‘You’re going to learn to obey me, princess,’ he purred in her ear. ‘You’re going to learn to be silent unless spoken to, you’re going to be trained to follow every command that leaves my lips as soon as it’s issued and you won’t even think of defying me. The consequences of failing will be far too high.’
‘You’ll have to kill me first,’ she snapped back at him.
‘It is a distinct possibility,’ he agreed and then he let her raise both wrists in the air a little, as he moved into a more comfortable position, before crushing them back down into the grit and covering her mouth with his. He was not gentle. His lips crushed themselves against hers and his tongue immediately caught hers in a whirlwind of motion. He didn’t want that pretty little head of hers to think, she just needed to feel him. Hormones would take care of the rest...


Violetta is an executioner… of vampires. Famed for her fiery beauty and mesmerising personality, she has never failed an assignment.
Monsieur Martinet is no ordinary vampire, though. He is a master at his craft and can control humans with the merest flick of his eyelids. The vampire huntress with the porcelain skin and flaming red hair has killed all of his brethren, without exception. He now seeks the ultimate revenge: her submission in HIS bed.
If he’s allowed to stay alive long enough, that is.

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About the Author:

Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.

She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. Think surfing or sailing. She's a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn't big enough) is her riding crop.

In her spare time she's usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she's one of few woman who wouldn't mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you'll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies. 

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Other Books by C.P. Mandara:

Dancing With Death: Ensnared and Enraptured (Prequel to Desiring Death)

AWARDS: 'A ROUGH RIDE' has been nominated by the BDSM Writers Convention NY as BDSM Book of the Year 2014.

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