Madisyn Ashmore - Viper

D ear Friends and Readers ,

Welcome to the Vampires of Hollywood series! Viper is the first book in the series, and its also a great standalone paranormal romance with a HEA. This story is steamy, spicy, sexy, and hot. Youve been warned

This book, Viper, exists in the same world as my Hot Hollywood New Adult Romance series. Youll find some of the same characters in Vampires of Hollywood as Hot Hollywood, but its not necessary to read Hot Hollywood first. This series takes place three years after the end of the Hot Hollywood series. If you want to know more about some of the characters (like Natalie and Ansel) youll want to read that series in addition to this one.

Xoxo,

Madisyn

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I m sorry . I didnt mean to make you wet. His voice was husky, dark, and dangerous.

My toes were inches from the edge of the swimming pool when I felt a cold, wet splash against my legs. A mans slick, muscled body pushed up from the illuminated turquoise pool and stood naked in front of me on the slate tiled patio. His tall, athletic physique sent an immediate tingle through my core. But it wasnt until I glanced down and saw his generously sized cock that my heart caught in my throat. He shook his head of glorious, inky dark hair, and stretched his dripping wet body.

He was completely nude, and his skin glistened in the moonlight. I tried to keep my gaze on his eyes, but instinctively, I kept glancing down at his enormous rod, perched between his two muscular thighs. Even though hed just been in the cool water, he was large and semi-erect.

Let me help you.

I raised my gaze from his enormous loin back up to his chiseled jawline. Stunning was a word I wouldnt use often, but in this caseit fit. He was breathtaking, the mark of pure perfection, as if hed been carved masterfully from stone. His deeply lidded eyes matched the bright turquoise of the water in the large swimming pool behind him.

I uh My mouth went dry.

Id run into the neighbors fenced backyard in search of my roommates cat, Thisbe. That cat had a death wish, and with coyotes running free in the Hollywood Hills, she was their perfect snack-sized morsel.

The moon hung full in the sky, lighting the backyard of his palatial home. The mans eyes pulsed with an almost ethereal glow. His bone structure was angular, his mouth well-etched across his porcelain skin. His fine features, his nose and his generous lips, were in perfect proportion to his striking face.

I caught the scent of something pleasant in the air and inhaled deeply. The man smelled divinely masculine, even with the pool water beading along his satin skin. I wanted to run my fingers across his sinewy muscles all the way down to his etched six pack abs.

My heart pounded so loudly in my chest, I was sure he could hear its racing beat. I wondered if I might be imagining this man in front of me. He was too perfect to be real: surely, a figment of my active, wild imagination. As I reached for him, he flinched slightly. His body darted backwards, until he almost fell into the pool.

Im sorry. I didnt I stammered.

No. Youre fine. His amused look caught me off-guard. His voice, smooth and deep, made me think of sex. The outline of his lips brought to mind the image of those perfect pillows between my legs. I could orgasm just by looking at his lips long enough, and the way he parted them when his tongue licked the edge of his mouth.

I steadied myself against the teak pool chaise nearby. In the background, I heard the faint sound of female voices. More than one. High pitched. Young. And drunk.

He met my gaze, drawing me into him deeper with every moment that passed between us. I studied his lips, his dark hair, and the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. He couldnt have been more than thirty years old. And with a house like this? I eyed the luxurious Hollywood Hills estate surrounding us and sucked in a deep breath. A trust fund kid most likely raised with a silver spoon. I knew the type.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed the dark shadow across his eyes; he was shrouded in mystery. There was something intoxicating and wicked about this man; I could feel it. He had a raw intelligence underneath that sexy demeanor. His enchanting physical presence drew me in, as if outside forces beyond my control aligned to bring us together.

I blinked as I tried to break myself from his mesmerizing, captivating spell. He was pure animal magnetism: a vision brought down by the gods for my mere mortal enjoyment. I gazed upon him like he was the last man on earth. It was as if nothing else in the world existed, and we were the last two beings alive on the planet.

His nostrils flared slightly, as if he was smelling me and the air around us. His lips parted, a dry breath emerging as I tried in vain to break from his gaze.

Suddenly, Thisbe, the cat, ran across the slate patio, nearly missing the pool, and knocked me off balance. I shook my head, breaking from my daze, and steadied myself. My cheeks flushed as I once again became aware of his incredible unsheathed stone rod, on display for all the world to see.

I bit my lip, embarrassed that Id barged into his backyard without so much as a warning. Hed been swimming nude, which was his right, I guess. After all, this was his house and I was the strange intruder here.

Ive got to go, I mumbled. Thisbe is my friend Natalies catshell kill me if I lose her baby.

Well then, Ill let you go find Thisbe. He paused. What did you say your name was?

Abby. Im Abby.

I pushed my hand out to meet his, and he flinched subtly. That was the second time in as many minutes his body shuddered in my presence. I took that as my cue to leave. My face heated with embarrassment. Of course, he wouldnt want me to touch him. I was ordinary and awkward next to this demi-god.

See you around, I stammered.

See you he said slowly. I exited down the moonlit path back towards the front of the house, glancing into the reflection of his window as I walked towards the dark road. I was in a T-shirt and cut-off denim shorts, barely a scrap of makeup on my freckled, tan skin. I stared at myself in the mirrored window at my reflection. I had a hungry, needy look in my eyes. I knew that look. It was the way I looked before I bedded a man, and this time it was stronger than Id ever seen it.

Energy pulsed through my body as I warmed at the thought of him. I wanted to stay, to strip nude and submerge myself in the pool with him: our bodies gliding over one another with only the glow of the night sky overhead. I felt him pulling me back to him, as if he held me by a string and he wouldnt let me go.

You need to get laid