The Hunter Book 1
by R Sullins
Genre: Paranormal Romance
never stay buried...
Every secret I never knew about myself was revealed by someone who should not exist.
But they do,
They are all around us...
and I am the one they want the most.
They crave my blood.
The biggest secret of all?
I'm one of those monsters, too.
Now someone has created an army that threatens to destroy the Vampire King that calls me his mate.
Either I accept the monster I am or I lose one I've come to love
Approximately 73k words
Important Note: This is the first book in a series, please be aware that it ends in an HFN but the second book picks right up where the first left off.
Warning: This book has blood and gore that may offend or disturb sensitive readers. Due to sexual content, this book is not intended for anyone below 18
Crispin paced the front hall, needing eyes on his Hunter. He sensed that she needed him, their bond seemingly had grown since they were together last. His rest was uneasy and disturbed. He prowled back and forth while his beast inside clawed at his chest.
As soon as he heard the car coming up the drive he flung open the doors, heedless of the waning sunlight. Soon, the car appeared and came to a stop at the base of the front entry. Crispin threw open the backdoor where his Ivy awaited him. He didn’t wait for her to unbuckle, simply knocked her fingers away and hit the button himself. He tugged her out of the seat and up the stairs. There, he left the doors wide open while he picked up his Hunter, wrapped his hand around her ponytail, tugging her head back.
He met her eyes and declared, “Never again are we spending the day apart.”
Her voice was a soft, distressed, “Crispin.”
“Hush, we will talk about it later.”
His mouth met hers and her legs wrapped around his lean waist. As he carried her up the stairs to his room, he and his Hunter never parted from the kiss.
The Hunter Book 2.5
by R Sullins
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Waking up straddling a sleeping vampire wasn’t quite as unsettling as one might expect. He basically looked like he was in a very deep sleep. It honestly made me think of when my great-grandma was in the hospital and had slipped into a coma before passing away.
Ummm… come to think of it, maybe waking up on top of a body that was completely checked out was a little more unsettling than I had initially thought.
The first thing I did was find the bathroom and have a nice, long, hot shower. While under the spray, I let the previous night play over in my mind and felt a heat fill me that had nothing to do with the spray.
I wanted more.
But I could see that Jared was hesitant to go further with me. I thought he might have been under some misguided belief that he was bad for my health or something. He held me so gently and was so careful with me - too careful. It was apparent he didn’t trust himself, and that made me sad. I needed to find out why. I also didn’t know whether to smack him for his stupidity or hug him for caring so much.
I thought of Ivy and her large dangerous guy and wondered if she had faced the same type of challenge.
When I got out of the shower, I took my time to get ready. I walked back into the bedroom and stopped by the side of the bed, where Jared looked peaceful, even though there was apparently zero consciousness going on. I leaned over and kissed his handsome cheek. I almost killed myself, jumping backward and tripping over the long hem of the robe I was wearing. I landed on my ass but barely felt the harsh landing over the heavy thudding of my heart.
Jared still looked exactly as he had with absolutely no change. His face was still fully relaxed, but I would have sworn to hell and back that I had heard a soft rumble, almost like a purr, come from his chest. But everything that I had been told about vampires the last couple of days said there was no awareness while they were sleeping, which was precisely why Crispin had hired so many guards to patrol and keep all of his vampires safe during the day.
I waited until my heartbeat slowed down until it was closer to normal before slowly getting to my knees and crawling the couple of feet it would take to get back to the side of the bed. I probably looked ridiculous, slowly peeking over the side of the bed.
I realized he was out, and I realized he didn’t really look dead while in his unconscious sleep, but that didn’t stop my imagination from running absolutely wild. I had seen way too many scary movies to not expect a jump scare. He was a vampire, for goodness sake.
After staring at him for a good minute, I chided myself on my childish behavior and finally got up to leave the room. Then, to prove to myself that I was overreacting and ridiculous, I gave him another kiss on the cheek. I waited, hovering over him for a few seconds, and sighed in relief when nothing happened that time.
Even though I knew that sunlight wouldn’t cause Jared to burst into flame and turn into ash, I still decided to take the front entrance to the pool house instead of the private entrance to the guest room. I had to blink and shield my eyes. It was definitely still daytime.
During the short walk back to the main house, I took in everything I hadn’t been able to see the last couple of nights. The surrounding land was beautiful, and it smelled amazing. Scents of fresh air and pine dominated the clear blue sky. Not a single cloud could be seen through the tall trees. I simply stood in the middle of the path with my face lifted and my eyes closed.
It wasn’t the sun that I was enjoying. It was the peacefulness. I wasn’t scared for once in a long time. I was actually looking forward to tomorrow and the next day.
Demons Within Book 1
by R Sullins
Genre: Dark Paranormal Romance
first time she knew real happiness was when she found out that the
man who raised her wasn't her real father.
She knew that there couldn't be monsters in the world that were any worse than the monster she had called 'daddy' for most of her life.
Then she stumbled into the world of demons.
The Demon King knew the second his fated mate had been brought into the world.
After living years too numerous to count, it meant little to him other than keep him from living as he had.
He now belonged to only one female - and he would have to wait years for her to mature enough to matter.
How stupid and vain he had been to think that his fated wouldn't matter.
The very moment she entered his club he knew he had been wrong to ignore fate.
She was his.
And he was going to destroy everyone that hurt her, even if he had to burn the Earth realm to the ground.
I looked back at the demon in front of me and bit back a sound of satisfaction that he was watching the letter opener with dread laced with terror.
“We’ve been here before, haven’t we, Greg?” I flipped the letter opener in my hand and checked the weight, balancing the metal on my finger. I grunted in satisfaction and set it down with a mental note to find out who the artist was. I wanted to see what other items they managed to create. “How long ago did we have Greg here, in this very office, Talon?”
My head of security grunted from where he was standing at the door with two of his newest recruits. He had his hands folded behind his back and had his usual stoic expression on his face. “Two weeks ago, sir.”
“Two weeks? Well, Greg, you’ve been busy since we last spoke,” I paused and looked him dead in the eyes, “haven’t you?”
His grey skin took on a sickly yellow cast that I was certain wasn’t a good sign in this breed of demon. The man knew he had fucked up.
“Really? That’s all you have to say about your recent activities? Yes, sir?” I stood and slowly walked around his kneeling body, my footsteps crinkling on the heavy tarp. I stopped when I was back to standing in front of him, the toes of my polished black oxfords just shy of grazing his disgustingly filthy jeans. I hitched up the heavy material of my slacks so I could squat down to face the demon that had broken my rules for the last time.
Cry For Me
by R Sullins
Genre: Contemporary Romance
It wasn't long before we both realized that someone didn't like that we had found each other.
The senior hallway was crowded as usual, so I didn't catch sight of the monstrosity that was his locker until we were right on it. Due to the school colors being red and white, the glitter and ribbons that decorated the entire 5 ½ foot locker door looked more like a valentine greeting from an overzealous lover.
Small bits of glitter slowly floated to the ground in shiny displays of tiny disco balls each time the breeze from a passing student stirred up the air around the...artwork? There was a decent-sized little pile of discarded glitter with more spread several feet away through the hall. The poor janitor would be sweeping, mopping, and burning those teeny tiny pieces out of every nook and cranny for the next year.
Reid stopped us in front of his locker, and we both stood there, staring. There were multiple sayings written on the poster board that looked like it had been cut and re-pieced together to make a full-length example of what a teenage girl with time, money, and glitter on her hands should never do. There was Go Team Go! along with his number 81 in red and silver glitter in at least five sizes and as many places. Of course, his name was plastered on there, too. If anyone in the school hadn't already known who he was, they would have to be completely oblivious to miss this display.
He reached for the combination dial with a slight bit of dread on his face. I thought he was doing a pretty good job of trying to hide it from the rest of the students, though—what a trooper.
He leaned over to me and whispered out of the corner of his mouth, "Do you have a tissue or a napkin?"
I snickered and quickly clamped my mouth shut when his head spun to meet mine. I shook my head with wide eyes while he narrowed his dangerously on me.
"You know, I think it's time for you to learn how to open the locker since we share it and all."
I blinked my eyes a couple of times and stared up at him, widening my eyes as big as I could. "You don't want to open it for me anymore?" He'd been such a gentleman, demanding to open all my doors, including the locker door, that I couldn't help the tease now.
He sighed deep and loud, causing more glitter to rain down to join their lost little brethren. We both snickered at the sight. He turned to me, a pleading look on his face. The gleeful look in my eyes must have clued him in that I wasn't going to save him from his fate.
"You're really going to make me do it, aren't you?"
The pop in my 'p' was as drawn out as I could make it when I responded with a resounding "Yep!"
His hand paused only once, and then he managed to get up his courage to touch the combination dial that was covered entirely in red and silver glitter.
I took pity on him and exchanged both of our sets of books, and yelled at him to stop once when I saw out of the corner of my eye that he was going to attempt to wipe his fingers on his jeans.
The warning bell rang, letting us know we had one minute to get to class. That surprised me since I was sure we had spent at least two weeks in front of his locker while he tried to wish the glitter away.
"Run into the bathroom and wash your hands. I'll go to our class and distract the teacher." I giggled, watching him try to pick individual pieces from his fingers.
He looked relieved and leaned over to kiss my hair as he had gotten into the habit of doing, but I backed away quickly. "Not uh. Nope! You go wash first before you touch me again."
He looked down at his hands and grimaced. "You're probably right. These things migrate. Or multiply. I don't remember seeing that one on my wrist a minute ago." He dropped his backpack on the ground and took off to the bathroom without looking back.
"Good luck!" I wished him solemnly and backed away to head to class. I wanted to laugh, but I was too scared that he'd manage to get it on me, too. And we still had the rest of the day and at least four more locker trips to take today.