Zane: The Decrees: The Flames of Vampire Passion, #2

Master For Tonight Series

Master For Tonight

Master For Tonight II

Evangeline

A Master For Tonight Companion Novel

Flames of Vampire Passion Series

Zane

Master For Tonight

Master For Tonight was definitely a book that I had not expected. For me, this is must read!

Vampire Forums

For a first novel, Barris gives us a work written with an expert hand that an author writing for years would hesitate to rival.

Rabid Readers Reviews

I haven’t mentioned yet that our Kate is 38? Yes, 38, an older female lead. How refreshing!

Tracey’s Vampy and Racey Book Blog

Master For Tonight was an amazing love story. It is very well written, and the story kept me entertained with love and hot passionate sex. Kate’s and Julian’s story had me wanting more.

Amazon Review

Master For Tonight II

I really enjoyed this book a lot. It had everything I could want in a book. I hope Elaine Barris will write another book, because I will be extremely sad if I have to say goodbye to these characters for good. I recommend this series and this book to anyone looking for a hot erotica vampire romance.

Mrs. Lief’s Book Reviews

The characters are incredible. The story line is excellent! This book made me fall more in love with Vampires! There is so much suspense, action, and romance. This is such a fantastic story, I had trouble putting it down. If I had my way, I would give it more than 5 stars.

Amazon Reviewer

The suspense draws you in, and I read this straight through, because I did not want to put it down. The characters, having been so well-developed in book 1, allowed this book to focus on the plot twists and turns that will keep you hanging on until the very end. Highly Recommended!

Alice’s Book Wonderland

Evangeline – A Master For Tonight Companion Novel

Elaine Barris has delivered yet another winner with Evangeline, and boy does she deliver in spades! She never fails to tease, tantalize and entertain her readers with her amazing skill, astounding imagination and perfect prose. Deliciously dark, seriously sexy, completely captivating, thoroughly compelling and definitely entertaining! I was totally spellbound from beginning to end. Hands down, one of the best vampire books I have ever read and I've read too many to even count!

Amazon Reviewer

Elaine Barris weaves an erotic story like no other author I have read, you cling to every word every page waiting to read what is going to happen next.

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Zane

ZANE....such a simple name, just four letters, but there is NOTHING simple about him. He's a very old vampire who has searched for true love for centuries, only to find disappointment and loneliness time and again....until he reads one of Lindy Beck's vampire books. Her words make him come alive like never before. He has to have her and devises a plan to meet her and sweep her off her 5" stiletto-shod feet. London Beckley, aka Lindy Beck, has had it with people trying to force her to fit their prudish molds, first her mother and then her ex-husband. She's finally out on her own and doing her own thing, but the real London is still bottled up inside, just waiting for someone to pop the cork....and Zane is more than happy to do just that. Their love story is a whirlwind of passion, discovery, intense emotions, and really hot sex that sweeps you up and doesn't let you go until the very last word. Elaine Barris weaves a great story, and I cannot wait to read the next installment...please type faster Elaine! I'm just itching to get burned again!

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For Dorothy Louise

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chaptere Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Epilogue

A Message from Elaine Barris

Dedication & Acknowledgments

About the Author

Contact Elaine Barris

How to Support an Indie Author

Zane

Where are we going? London asked, as she rummaged through her purse.

She took out her small black and silver polka-dotted makeup bag and dropped it on her lap. She unzipped it and removed her cherry lip gloss.

I glanced over and kept my eyes on her lips, as she flipped down the visor and then twisted the pink tube open to paint them. The scent of my favorite fruit filtered into my senses, and my foot lifted from the accelerator, as she slid the shiny stick over her mouth.

My eyes fell to the hem of her dress, which had ridden up to her mid-thigh. Her skin glistened with the glittery lotion she slathered all over herself after she rose and showered each night.

Raising my line of sight back to her face, I watched, as she rubbed her lips together, ending with a loud smack, before she popped the visor back up.

I don’t know why such a simple act made my cock jerk each time she put on her fucking lipstick, but I was making sure she never ran out of the stuff.

As she turned to look at me, her tongue darted out, sliding between her lips as they separated. My eyebrow rose, as our gaze on each other held, and I pressed the brake to stop on the deserted dirt lane that led to our home.

I owned the majority of acreage around the house. I’d purchased it when I moved there, before I made London mine, because I appreciated the privacy of the unpopulated and undeveloped expanse. And I thoroughly enjoyed it, since settling down with her.

Zane? she said, her voice tinted with lust.

As the dust that had blown up under the tires settled over the car, her eyes began to burn in a low simmer, even though I’d fucked her before we left a few minutes earlier.

Humans think they have high sex drives. The most crazed sex addicts could not compare to the impulses of our kind—vampires.

Are we going back home?

She knew what I wanted. Her hot tight pussy, clamping the fuck down around my cock again. London had asked those years ago if our passion would fade. It hadn’t a single fucking bit. If anything, we were more connected, more two become one with each tick of time, and our clocks would never stop.

We were addicted to one another, understood each other in the ways no one else had in our past.

I reached for her, pulling her soft lips to meet mine. Her arms wrapped around me, clutching me to her. One of her hands was at the back of my neck, and the other, holding the cloth over the buttons of my shirt.

We parted, and she placed her forehead against my chin, as her hands fell down to hold mine.

I love you, Zane.

I love you, too, London, but I’m in a fucking dilemma.

She eased back away from me, rubbing her thumbs over my skin.

What is it?

I want to take you out, but I also want to turn this fucking car around and go back home. Once we’re there, throw you over my shoulder, find the first place to lay you down, and shove my cock inside you as far as it will go. And keep you underneath me the rest of the night.

That is quite a predicament. You know, tight spot for you to be in. She let go of one of my hands and skimmed her fingertips over my bulge, before squeezing it. What are you going to do with me?

Keep doing that, and you’re going to seal the deal, baby.

I should stop?

She loosened her grip, and I put my hand over hers, keeping her there.

Never fucking said that.

My eyes slid to the outside of the car, with the headlights illuminating the way in front of us.

The answer was so simple.

Winking at London, I got out of the car and went to her side, opened the door, and held my hand out to her. She took it, and I led her to where the ground was lit. The twin beams shot out on both sides of where we stood. I let go of her hand and walked to my turbo to feel how hot the hood was. We’d just left the house, so it shouldn’t have been too warm, but I wanted to check for London’s sake.

Placing my hands on the metal, I found that it was as I thought it would be. Still cool.

I reached back for London, and she joined me at my side.

Hands on the hood, London. Do it.

Okay.

Her tone always took on a wispy, dreamy lilt, when she said that to me, agreeing to something I was ordering her to do. London hadn’t denied me anything I wanted since we became a couple, and I’d pushed some of her limits to the brink.

She went to the hood and leaned down, bracing herself on her forearms. Her feet were planted wide, and her ass was up, with an arch of her back. The muscles in her calves and thighs were taut.

The dress she wore had risen and stopped, with a tiny exposure of the roundness of her cheeks. She was wearing a pair of red heels, which sparkled with gold spikes. I had bought those and several other pairs the prior week. I had surprised her by paying the manager extra to stay open late for her to shop. Seeing her strut around and model them in various colors and types had ended with me fucking her, surrounded by designer shoe boxes, after I sent him out for a smoke. London would scream if she saw the light coating of sand on them, but I could clean them or buy her another pair.

The vision of her bent over, as she waited for me, was something I would pay any price to see. I stood back to admire my wife, while my cock throbbed, aching to be inside her again.

Sliding my zipper down, I freed my greedy member to the air. I stroked it, aligning myself, as I went closer to her. That was no time for fucking fumbling of my dick, finding her sweet spot.

I wanted to fuck her, until she screamed my name. Until she was limp and unable to say a word. Until the only thing she could fucking do was feel me.

She reached behind her, laying her hair to the side, across her neck. I growled, seeing more of her flesh exposed.

I lifted the hem of her dress, until it was bunched around her waist, and stepped back to behold her again.

The string of her black thong was between her cheeks, and my index finger twitched. I don’t know why London bothered wearing panties around me, since I trashed them all.

London turned her head and looked over her shoulder, as she waited for me to impale her. Her eyes fell to my cock, which was in my hands. She wiggled her ass, like it didn’t already have my full attention.

When I didn’t move, she took one of her hands off the car, and it disappeared down the front of her body.

She knew how to spur me into action.

I was behind her in a millisecond, and I grabbed her hand and pulled it out, where I could see it. Lifting her fingers to my nose, I groaned, as her scent passed into me.

Leaning down, I grazed my lips over the shell of her ear, and she shivered.

What the fuck were you doing, London?

I was–

Were you touching what belongs to me?

Uh-huh.

Bad girl, London. I put her fingers into my mouth and licked her taste off of them, as she watched me. Dropping my voice lower, I spoke to her, enunciating each fucking word, Very... bad... girl.

I need you, she said, pressing her ass against my crotch.

You do, huh? London nodded over her shoulder. Then, why the fuck were you playing with yourself?

Because....

Letting her hand go, I moved back a pace, pulled the string to the side, and pressed my crown inside her.

That’s all I should give you, London.

No... more. Give me more.

She tried to push back to take me inside her, and I grabbed her hips, holding her where she was, so she couldn’t nudge me farther into her hot channel. I could feel the heat of her walls and the wetness she was coating my tip with.

The game wasn’t going to last much longer. I was about to explode, and I wasn’t even inside her yet.

Please....

Her nails scratched the surface of the hood, and a chip of paint flew into the air. Unless I wanted to take my car in to get it repaired, I knew I’d better give her what the fuck she wanted.

Still, I’d take my time giving it to her.

Fuck, baby. You have a needy, demanding pussy, don’t you?

I slid inside her a bit farther.

Yes, I do! Please! she cried out.

I let go of her hips. London thrust back, and I jerked away, giving her nothing more than she already had.

Zane! Stop playing and fuck me!

Her hands went into fists, and she raised them up, ready to hit either the car or me. I was betting on the latter, even though she loved how I tortured her pussy.

Not until you apologize.

For what? she screeched.

I snickered and said, Did you forget what you were doing a minute ago?

I’m going to do it again if you don’t give me what I want.

Oh, really?

I watched, as she spread the fingers of her right hand out.

Yes! I’ll do it!

She slipped her hand over the car, bringing it towards her.

I don’t fucking think so, baby.

Grabbing her hips, I slammed into her, forcing her down. I took her hands in mine, spreading her arms out on the hood.

Aaaaahh!

London arched her back, lifting her ass to take me deeper, as I worked inside her, popping my hips back and forth. My feet were against the insides of hers, keeping her legs spread apart.

Is that what you wanted?

Yes! Yes!

Keep your fucking hands where they are, then.

Shoving my own between her thighs, I pressed my fingers between her lips, spreading her open with my index and fourth ones, circling her clit with the middle, as I pounded inside her.

This is mine to play with, London. Not yours. Understand?

Yes!

Her hips were bucking and grinding against my finger and cock. She was fucking me as much as I was fucking her, and we were both on the edge.

Say it.

You own my pussy, Zane!

Yes, I fucking do.

Taking a bunch of her hair in my hand, I lifted her head off the hood and went at her harder.

Aaaahh!

My thighs were slapping against hers, and she had gone limp underneath me, as my come surged. Gritting my teeth, I held it, until she lifted her arm and ran her fingers down the back of my neck.

Zane... she whispered.

That was it.

Fuck!

My body went rigid, and my cock seized and then spurted, filling her, as the muscles in my thighs spasmed.

Letting go of her tresses, I eased her head back down onto the car, and we lay there together, until I slipped out of her.

I stood and then helped her up.

She turned and pressed against me, drawing my mouth to hers to kiss me and run her tongue over my lips. I opened, embracing her tightly, with my arms wrapped around her.

As our lips parted, she looked down at her shoes, which were layered in dirt. Contrary to what I’d thought, she sighed, rather than shrieked, at their state.

Then, as our focus was downward, some of my spending oozed out of her, gliding down her inner thigh. She slid her finger over her skin, gathering my come onto it, and then lifted it to her mouth. As she licked it off, she looked me in the eyes and then brought it back out.

London Thornton.

My dirty girl.

I hope you have some tissues in the car.

I’m always prepared, baby. I’m a regular fucking Boy Scout.

London

We ended up going back home, so I could take another quick shower and put on a fresh dress, while Zane cleaned my heels. I made him change his trousers, as well, since the fabric over his crotch was wet and smelled like me. He could keep his trophies on the wall, but he wasn’t walking around in public with one.

Back in the car and on the highway, I had no idea where he was taking us, but we were headed into the city, where Zane had found me and made me his.

I looked at him in profile, seeing how the light from the street lamps crossed his face in brightness and shadow. My man was handsome, strong, and possessive, but not in a domineering way. Despite what my mother had said about him not truly loving me, he did, and I had no reason to doubt it. His psyche sang choruses of it to me every night. Barely audible in my mind, I had to strain to hear it, because I had grown accustomed to its melody. But it was there. I searched for it often, so I didn’t lose it.

My life had changed so much, since he went to the porn convention to find me and then took me home with him. Since my heart had stopped beating, unable to withstand Zane’s passion while he was making love to me, he changed me into a vampire. He saved me from death, giving me eternity. Soon after granting me immortality, he made me his wife.

I still wrote in my spare time. Zane supported my books, whereas my ex-husband had derided my paranormal erotic novels. James had hurled insults at every opportunity, until I couldn’t take it anymore and left him.

London?

We had parked in a lot packed with other cars. So distracted I was in my thoughts that I hadn’t even noticed.

Zane was waving his hand in front of my face. I took it and kissed his palm over his heart line.

Sorry.

What happened? His eyes searched mine in concern. Where did you go just then?

Reminiscing. I’m fine. I was thinking about how happy I am. I looked around at the other vehicles and people walking towards the building next to us. Where are we?

A midnight magic show.

Really!

I reached for the handle, but before I could open the door, he was on my side of the car, had it ajar, and was holding his hand out to me. After I placed mine in his, he helped me out and then gave me a peck on my lips.

After tucking one of my hands in the crook of his arm, he brought the tickets out of his suit jacket and handed them to me.

Let’s go, London.

I held them up, and they seemed to glint and shimmer in the lights that were shining down on us.

Specially coated tickets, or something? How cool!

We walked to the front of the building and joined others in the line outside the entrance. Everyone in the queue was dressed to the nines, with ladies in evening wear and men in spiffy suits. When we approached, their voices dropped to whispers, or they stopped speaking altogether.

A lady craned her neck, looking me up and down. I smiled at her, not knowing what else to do under her scrutiny. Her eyes traveled from me to Zane and widened, as she stared at him in desire, biting her bottom lip. He was oblivious, checking his phone. I forced a cough at her blatantly lusting for my husband, and she glanced back at me.

Still smiling, I grabbed his package and mouthed, Mine.

Then she turned back around. I heard her companion ask her if she knew who we were, and her face paled. She didn’t look at him or me anymore.

Zane put his hand over mine at his crotch and grinned at me.

Just making sure it’s all zipped up.

The line started moving forward.

I handed the attendant the tickets. She ripped the ends off of them, handed them back to me, and waved us through to take care of the next people in the line.

Zane laid his hand on my lower back, as we stepped into the lobby of the concert hall.

We’ve got a few minutes before the doors open. Let’s go to the bar, baby.

Okay.

He waved the bartender over and gave her our order.

There are a lot of fucking vampires here, he remarked, as he scanned the assembly.

There are? I asked, looking out at the crowd, milling around the lobby.

Yeah, baby, mixed in with the humans. Once the bartender handed him our drinks, he passed me a glass of wine and propped me up on a bar stool. They all know who I am and to keep their fucking distance from you.

I’m not worried.

He was so protective of anything having to do with me, and when he wrapped an arm around me, I lifted my hand to lace my fingers in his.

I wasn’t concerned about being in public. After the book signing, everyone knew what Zane had done to Vanessa, when she attempted to intimidate me. He had been convinced she intended to kill me, and he took care of the situation. If having all your flesh burned off your head wasn’t a deterrent, I didn’t know what would be.

As I observed the people more closely, I saw how easy it was to tell who the vampires were. Their attention seemed