About The Author

Katie Salidas is a USA Today bestselling author and RONE award winner known for her unique genre-blending style.

Since 2010 she's penned five bestselling book series: the Immortalis, Olde Town Pack, Little Werewolf, Chronicles of the Uprising, and the all-new Agents of A.S.S.E.T. series. As her not-so-secret alter ego, Rozlyn Sparks, she is a USA Today bestselling author of romance with a naughty side.

In her spare time Katie also produces and hosts a YouTube talk show; Spilling Ink. She also has a regular column on First Comics News where she explores writing from a nerdy perspective.

#Free #FridayReads - House of Immortal Pleasures (Part 8)

House of Immortal Pleasures
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial
sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

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A look of pure amusement crossed the vampire’s face. He curled his finger, beckoning her closer.
“Um, look,” Daphne stuttered. “I’ll tell that Alexander guy that you were the best I’ve ever had. Whatever you want me to say. I just can’t do this.”
“How about this?” he said, patting the spot next to him on the bed. “We will just sit here and chat. Nothing will happen … if you don’t want it to.”
Daphne exhaled loudly. “I don’t know.” Her hands dropped from the death grip she’d been holding on her fluttering stomach. She wrung them, nervously. “Look, I don’t even want to be here.” Her eyes darted all over the room, trying to look anywhere except where the sexy vampire sat. The magnetic pull of his eyes was so tempting, but nerves screamed at her to run.
“No one will believe we’ve had sex in the five minutes you’ve been in here.” He leaned back, propping himself on his elbows. “I do have a reputation to maintain.” He winked at her. “If you want you r… story to be legitimate, we will have to spend some time here, together.”
Daphne’s breath hitched in her chest. She stood still, trying to assess the situation and come up with some kind of rebuttal. He was right; she couldn’t just walk out of the room so quickly. No one would believe she had sex with this man and she knew her friends would keep her here until she did something. Would there be any harm in sitting and talking with him? She wondered.
He sat up and held a hand out. “We will just talk.” A sincere-looking smile crossed his face. Daphne wanted to believe him. He was right, though she didn’t want to verbally admit it. There was really no other way out of this and chatting couldn’t hurt.
“Ok, but no funny business,” she said. Bypassing his outstretched hand, Daphne walked around to the other side of the bed, and sat down.


Connor enjoyed this little cat-and-mouse game. His body tightened as he heard the calling of her accelerated heartbeat. He watched her breasts heave, threatening to spill out of her flimsy cotton top, as she breathed erratically.
He knew his duty. He was supposed to seduce this woman, just as he’d seduced others in the past. They always protested at first; but he could easily convince them—and had to, if he wanted his freedom.
Connor turned to face her. He chuckled at her stiff posture. She sat rigid on the bed, like a statue. He crossed his legs, leaned his elbows on his knees, and said, “You don’t have to sit so far away. I won’t bite … hard.”
Daphne gasped.
“Okay, okay, bad line.” He held up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just trying to break the ice here. You look so tense. Why don’t we start with something simple? My name is Connor, and you are?”
Her name came out more of a squeak than a word. “Daphne.”
“What a beautiful name, Daphne.”
She nodded. Her gaze cast down to the blanket covering the bed as if she were studying the material.
He lowered his voice. “Don’t be so nervous.”
“This wasn’t my idea. No offense to you, but I don’t do this sort of thing.”
He laughed. “You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve heard that.”
“No, really.” Daphne’s head snapped up, her eyes locking on his.
 “Oh, I believe you,” he said with a grin. “It’s just that no one likes to admit they’ve paid for … sexual services.”
Daphne appeared like a frightened deer caught in oncoming headlights. Connor stared intently at her, silently peering into her mind. He heard her thoughts like gentle whispers. Sexual services, did he have to talk like that?
He watched as the thoughts formed in her mind: Tongue Lashing. She had read the menu in the downstairs bar and was remembering the description. The thought painted an excited grin across his face. He made a mental note. She secretly desires oral pleasure.
 Her tongue darted out of her mouth to moisten her lower lip. Daphne looked down again, studying the fabric of the bedspread. Her face darkened, turning almost as red as the deep, cherry color of the blankets.
“You’re far too tense. Please try and relax.” He reached out and gently rubbed her shoulders, feeling tense knots under her skin.
She jumped but did not pull away. “I said no funny business.” She sounded angry, but the fact that she did not retreat told him she enjoyed the feeling of his hands. He applied gentle pressure on her tight shoulders.
Connor slipped behind her and leaned in, whispering in her ear, “It’s only a massage. I can stop if you’d like.”
Daphne did not respond so Connor added a little more pressure and continued to knead her tense muscles. “So, since this wasn’t your idea, how did you end up here?” He knew small talk would help disarm her further.
“Friends,” she said in an exhaling breath.
“Is this some kind of bachelorette party thing?” His hands sank lower to work on her back. “One last fling before you’re tied to a man for the rest of your life?” His thumbs rubbed in a circular pattern along her spine. His palms cupped her tiny ribcage, leaving the tips of his fingers to graze the sides of her breasts. 

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