The Dark Lord: Love Bites
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The Dark Lord is cursed by the four fates, nympho sprites that rule the world Ziadore-and all the world suffers from their game.

The Dark Lord has a thousand years to find his one true precious, the Queen of Pentacles, who is constantly recycled, reincarnation style, into different bodies. The thing is, they share dreams of a carnal nature, memories of their love before.

She cannot find satiation with other mortals, though she constantly seeks it. He, on the other hand, is doomed to vampirism-and sexual lust that can not find fruition with anyone but her. So, teasing, shared dreams are their only release.

If you like dark, twisted love, a little sexual tension building, and men with overwhelming obsessions. you'll absolutely drool over The Dark Lord.

 

The Excerpt

The Dark Lord is cursed by the four fates, nympho sprites that rule the world Ziadore-and all the world suffers from their game.

The Dark Lord has a thousand years to find his one true precious, the Queen of Pentacles, who is constantly recycled, reincarnation style, into different bodies. The thing is, they share dreams of a carnal nature, memories of their love before.

She cannot find satiation with other mortals, though she constantly seeks it. He, on the other hand, is doomed to vampirism-and sexual lust that can not find fruition with anyone but her. So, teasing, shared dreams are their only release.

If you like dark, twisted love, a little sexual tension building, and men with overwhelming obsessions. you'll absolutely drool over The Dark Lord.

For just a moment, I allowed myself the pleasure of a caress. Sliding my thumb over the creamy white flesh at the woman's throat, I felt something stir within me. A lost memory?

Clean, lightly freckled skin, pale and tender, so beautiful, so vibrant, so alive. She arched in my arms, swooning. Her pulse throbbed heavily.

Make no mistake, I desired her as well.

She practically panted in want. Her fingers clung desperately to my shirt front, and through hooded lids, she gasped, "What are you waiting for?"

It is not arrogance to say that she couldn't resist begging. I am irresistible.

And I cannot resist. My willpower has been taken from me. I am a man driven by unquenchable desires. I knew that I would take her. It was only a matter of minutes.

I savored the scent of flowers that rose gently to my nostrils. She bathed in oiled water. I felt a tickle in the back of my mind. Another woman. oiled water. shared bath. Sin. Ah. Another type of lust.

Shaking my head to clear it, I whispered, "The wait, knowing what is to come, is sometimes better than-"

She cut me off. "Lord, if you don't take me now, I think I'll die." Her body pressed into mine.

The fervency she expressed inflamed me. It was all I could do to warn her. "If I take you now," I allowed my thumb to trace the vein in her throat, "you will surely die." Too eager, I knew I wouldn't leave her until she was finished.

Chuckling. She thought I was teasing.

I licked my lips, drawing her closer. Silky strands of curled brown hair brushed over my wrists, making me pause yet again. So young. So beautiful. Such a shame.

She prodded me with a simple word. "Please!"

Who was I to refuse? I licked my lips again, and touched my tongue to her neck.

She sighed.

I took my time. There was no reason to hurry. The night had just begun. I wasn't desperate. yet.

But she was. Her fingers crept up around my neck, tracing through the hair at my nape, pressuring me into taking further liberties.

I nuzzled her. My lids dropped, veiling my gaze, and I opened my mouth. My lips skidded across the white flesh, again my tongue. tasted.

It is at that point that I shut myself off.

My fangs, sharp instruments of death, bit into her skin. She squirmed, clawed a little. Steel banded arms held her. One hand beneath her head, the other around her back, I sucked greedily.

She could not defend herself. And truth be told, after the initial puncture, she didn't want to. I have the ability to take lifeblood so quickly that swooning weakness comes almost instantly. My victims faint with a smile on their face, and I finish my business without them realizing what I have done-usually.

With every drop that I consume, my body fills with a rising euphoria. Some would say it is simply the glory of taking life, the power of the moment. I wouldn't dismiss that out of hand. I'm sure it is part of it. In some respects, I feel like a god when I do it, but that is because I know-at that moment, I am unstoppable, invincible.

Immortal.

I have had plenty of time to contemplate what happens at the moment when life and death is cradled in my arms, where I transfer what was beautiful into a vessel that is damned.

 

The Reviews:

Magnificent story! I have to admit that stories written in the first person usually bore me to tears because they read like a diary; Ms. Weldon's tale does not! It is like listening to a good friend pour out his woes and frustrations in dealing with the nasty Fates and their manipulations. She brought The Dark Lord to breathing life and made me feel what he felt. I must say that the erotic scenes were sensual, breath-taking and beautiful. The story flowed effortlessly across the pages and I was astonished to discover that I had completed it when I reached the end. Reading this book was such a wonderful interlude that I must applaud the author and hope there will be a sequel.

4 Cups, Keely Skillman @ Coffee Time Romance


This is a wonderful continuation of the story began in The Dark Lord: Soul Searches - Tarot: Queen of Pentacles. Ms. Weldon paints a poignant picture of loss and despair that reaches in and twists your heart. I had to explain to my husband a few times that I was reading a sad book and that it wasn't him making me cry. The character development was great and was woven into the storyline very well. I enjoyed this book and look forward to reading more by Carys Weldon.

4 Angels, Serena @ Fallen Angel Reviews


This is an intense, dark story written in the first person. We are reading the journal of The Dark Lord himself as he tells us of his frustrations, his anger, his mistakes, his lusts. The reader will be pulled in right away as Carys Weldon unweaves this strange tale. It is remarkable how she brings The Dark Lord alive. This reviewer had started the book, thinking only to read half of it and the rest later, but this reviewer just couldn't stop. The emotional pull in the book is strong and the reader will be racing along, hoping that The Dark Lord will finally find his one true love. This is a very well written book, not a word is wasted and the reader will feel as if The Dark Lord were talking only to her. The only thing stopping this reviewer from giving it a 5 rating was the rather abrupt ending. This reviewer does hope that Ms Weldon will continue this very compelling, dark tale.

4, Valerie @ Love Romances