Brenda Williamson

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Here's an excerpt:
Dangerous Desires, by Brenda Williamson
Valentina drinks blood to survive. She doesn’t know why. When she sets out to learn the dark secrets to her existence, it’s worse than she could ever imagine. Through Nathan, a mortal man, she finds hope in curing herself of, her Dangerous Desires.
She moved to look out the window at the moon. Full, bright, and inviting, she knew she had only a few hours remaining of the night.
Valentina stared at the glowing ball as if it could bounce away. Her mind filled with worry. Her mother had always guided her every move. Now she would have to make decisions on her own. She of course had been doing so for years, yet it would seem somehow different, unusual not having the reassuring pat to her hand or the soft gentle look of approval her mother always gave. She yanked the cumbersome brocade drapes shut. She pulled the combs from her hair and let it swirl around her shoulders. Unbuttoning her jacket, she took off the garment, and tossed it to a chair. The meow at her feet made her look down at the black cat slithering about her booted ankles.
"Yes, yes. I know. You're ready to hunt your little mouse prey." She unbuttoned her boots and kicked them off.
Rolling the stockings from her legs, she curled, and unfurled her aching toes. Barefoot, naked, and free, oh how she disliked the confines of clothing.
"I'm hurrying the best I can, Mollie." She shook the buttonhook at the impatient feline brushing herself against her legs. "You know you can leave this house without me."
Valentina finished undressing and then slipped on a thin black nightgown. It clung indecently to her slender form and didn't even cover her knees. Her mother only approved, because she insisted no one would ever see her flitting about the night, practically naked. She twirled about the room running her hands over the fine black ebony silk.
Her nipples puckered beneath her fingers and then she stopped her caress, recalling the late hour.
"Ready?" She scooped Mollie off the floor and rubbed her nose into the furry warm neck. A sweet purr riffled from the cat.
Valentina bounded down the back staircase, through the kitchen, and out the door. Mary would be either tending to her mother's body or have retired to her room. Harold lived in a room in the stables. All other servants, the two or three that came occasionally to help Harold and Mary, lived in their own homes in the village.
"There, be off with you." She sat the cat on the slate. "If you are not at this door before the sun begins to rise, you will have to find your own way in."
Molly scampered off into the bushes and Valentina walked along the spongy dirt path, through the rose garden, and into the dark forest.
She would not go far, but she just loved to run in the night. With the confines of her clothes off, the nightgown made her feel wildly free. Her bare feet squished the resilient wide blades of grass and she ran as fast as she could. Her urgency for blood quickened. The draw of the full moon's boundless brilliance and intensity made it seem like day. Nourishment for earth also provided sustenance for her.
Valentina raced along until she saw him—the wild boar. Her nocturnal feast rutted along the wide base of the sycamore tree. She stopped and watched. Her breath came with a rapid influx of air, making her chest wheeze with the strain of her expanding ribs. The beast saw her. Terror rippled a wave of apprehension through her chilled veins. The short night was almost over, and thus, would be void of any other animals for her taking. She couldn't let the boar get away.
Calling upon her natural, instinctive skills, Valentina's feet took her onward with her quest. This night of all nights, held a greater importance than others. If she could feast on the fresh blood of the wild boar, under the full moon, she could go an entire month without the hungering gnawing at the pit of her stomach.
Her aim was as precise as ever. She lunged at the massive beast and skewered its throat. Her fang teeth impaled the tough, coarse flesh. The reward bubbled up like a hot geyser.
Valentina drank greedily. She slurped up the warm liquid, letting the taste of his death enliven her veins. The crimson sweetness, slid easily down her parched throat. She was euphoric on the cataclysmic surge shaking her fervent insides. She took her time draining the poor creature of his life. She had no choice. His existence became hers. As was every creature she had ever tasted of, she needed them to live. Death had been something she thought of often, nevertheless, a primitive instinct always made her choose life.
She sat back when she was through and observed the carnage before her. She could not even remember being sad for the act anymore. Her hate of what she was still made the fresh blood within her boil. She laid back on the leaf strewn forest floor to bask in her body's awakening. She squirmed under the forged beat of her renewed heart. The barmy charge of fluids coursed her blood vessels like a climactic raging river. The erogenous delights suckled her cool skin and spread heat from head to toe. With her long tapered fingers still wet with blood, she kneaded her aching breasts. She pinched and twisted her nipples, while writhing with the feral carnality. Her hands raked at her aroused body, squeezing, and digging to slake the throbbing spasms. The desires escalated.
Valentina drew her nightgown up her thighs. The silkiness matched her skin with a gentle caress. The first touch to her femininity was always the most sensitive. She tortured herself with the ambient sensations, never quite satisfied even though she writhed on the ground from the aftershocks.
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