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The Crimson Fantasies
When Magdalene encounters Samuel Crimson, how could she predict that her mind, body and soul would become enraptured by his hybrid-love?

Brace yourself!

My Crimson fantasies are filled with humour and horror, suspense and steamy bits. Your thirst for the unpredictable will be seduced. An attic of secrets and a forbidden house, a kidnapping and a pub crawl, not one but two prison escapes, all have one thing in common ― a nine-hundred-and-twenty-seven-year-old vampire named Sir William Simon Hennessy. A multitude of revelations await you in the past, present and future.



Sneak Peeks at Random
The following is an excerpt from page 155 of The Crimson Time:
Magdalene: Even the smell of fruit made my mouth salivate. I had taken a fresh kill in the morning and already my stomach growled. Sir William, at the height of his powers, could drain multiple women in one day. With my newly inherited memories, I brought up one particular memory of Sir William living in a cave, surrounded by dead and drained naked women, bodies strewn everywhere, their necks punctured and faces blue, absent of any life. Sir William had gorged himself until his stomach bloated round. I didn't know why he was forced to hide in a cave. I only knew he had escaped a hoard of angry men with clubs and pitchforks, hunting him down like a werewolf. But despite the death around him, the women offered themselves to him like sacrificial lambs. And one by one, they fell at his feet, worshiping his dark nature. The very thought of such a scene of debauchery made me tingle. I was ready for more blood.
The following is an excerpt from page 30 of Friction:
This man's ardour,

softly nudging behind swaying wild fire,

internally bleeding and burning.

This bird of prey,

pulling at my meat

thorny and red.

My lips coming apart.

Both flesh and wet,

land eroding into rain,

into my age of breeding

coming quickly to me.

This man's prick is the sin I taste,

an epic fissure

this day we make.
The following is an excerpt from page 17 of Vulgar Verse:
No more am I the vision of permanence,

resting on his chest,

poor in spirit,

ill health of flesh.

I lay, and hold onto stolen moments,

fleeting by, this noon of coitus,

we take from other selves,

spent apart.

We lay, quietly,

in a barren room,

no likeness of knowing,

adorning the walls.

We lay, and touch the feeling of instance,

before emotion ends,

then leaves,

through the front door.
The following is an excerpt from page 96 of The Crimson Man:
Magdalene believed if she had lived during the early years of Picasso she would shamelessly have offered her body to him as a model, a lover, a harlot, to share one kiss, a warm embrace, to copulate into late night until sun shattered the silence of naked morning.

Her train of thought was broken by a prominent man behind her who smelled intoxicating. Her nose deceived her. At first, she believed he smelled of cut grass, distinct and oddly alluring. She turned and locked eyes with his thousand-yard stare. He had at least five inches in height on her.

Instantly, she turned away and moved on to Between the Years covering Picasso's surrealistic period, the Graphic Alcove, the Garden of Delights, Mythologies: From the Centaur to the Minotaur. Magdalene was aroused by the images of the Minotaur over powering and ravaging women.

She saw herself in the images.
The following is an excerpt from page 104 of The Crimson Boy:
"Of course," said Sir William with confidence. His nostrils flared and her fragrant scent curled in his nose. He inhaled quietly, filling his nasal passages deeply, while simultaneously bringing to mind an image of her on the rack as Samuel was above, turning the crank.

Sir William, on rare occasions, however extreme, would respond to the female species with arousal. He was surprised; sitting across the table from Magdalene incited in him a desire for wanting a woman the old-fashioned way, through intercourse.

He smelled again, breathing in far longer, allowing the scent to remain inside his nostrils, holding it with his mind, recognizing her scent, attaching it to her as though it were a silk cover clinging to her limbs. He couldn't stop looking at her. The lingering aroma of marijuana was picked up; caught in the material of her clothes.

"Are you a real...I mean...are you a...," she dared not say the word.
The following is an excerpt from page 106 of The Crimson Woman:
"Now get out!" she said to him.

Sir William leaned into her, pressing another hard kiss upon her lips.

She had only blinked but in that time she looked at him, thinking he had remained still, he moved in a flash and kissed her.

She tasted him.

His hand held her head in place as she pushed his chest to resist. But his body was cement and his feet like board. Her lips were tentative, until he parted them, exploring her taste with his tongue. She whimpered disapproval yet her own force of will betrayed her. Her arm crawled upward to his shoulder and touched the back of his neck. With determination, she rejected her mood of longing and dug fingernails into his skin, scratching with raw hatred, drawing blood.

He smiled.

The following is an excerpt from page 116 of The Crimson Dream:
The sincerity of his words had been received by Miss Birmingham as they had been intended by Sir William. He meant every word he spoke. That inner part of him that remained connected to his human self still had a human brain, and believed every lie he told to achieve what he had set out to do. But his vampire ruthlessness and seduction was truly the devil inside that ruled his nature.

Once Catherine stepped back into her room and moved aside in order that he could come in, he had already entered her in his mind; his hands had already unbuttoned her petticoat; his kisses were already traveling from the small of her back up to the nape of her neck. And her luxurious hair, that most wondrous place where the smells of each woman were held like flowers kept in a sealed box, would cover his face and caress his skin. Indeed, she would writhe on top of him, throwing her hands above his head to support her body. Her pert breasts would fall before him, offering themselves to his mouth like raw, uncut rubies to a skilled jeweller. She would then be helpless. She would take him deep into her, as much as her body would allow, and then disappear into him.
The following is an excerpt from page 6 of Mounting the Bedpost:
He lays exuberantly

in my arms.

He nudges and nips

my edges.

He breaks my skin

and confesses,

he cannot keep his hands

off of me.

With hardly a telltale sign

he fell,

where I laid

his body next to mine.

His nipples hardened

and I unraveled,

while in his heart he held me

with a kiss.

The following is an excerpt from page 224 of The Crimson Crimes:
Samuel Crimson, a most sought-after hybrid vampire, looks down at the empty chair. The four guards stand, one at each corner, with hands resting on gun butts, the leather snaps of their holsters open to allow quick access to their weapons. The female steps in to cut off Samuel's handcuffs then backs away. The fresh bruises on Samuel's face tingle with pain. He feels his swollen lips every time he swallows or speaks, and his eyes hurt every time he blinks. He pulls out the chair with his foot and gingerly sits, the tenderness in his groin and legs acute.

"Is it not illegal to take blood from someone who hasn't officially been arrested? What am I being held for?"

"Please extend one finger and then choose which arm you would like me to use," demands the professional, reaching across the table with a lancet to stick his finger. A length of tubing is laid out on the table, to tie around his upper arm.

"Did you hear my question?" asks Samuel. He thinks he sounds funny speaking with swollen lips. He reaches one hand across the table and his finger is pricked. The smear of blood is rubbed onto a small glass slide, which in turn, is inserted into the meter to test his hemoglobin level. The reading is normal.

"He's good to go," says the professional.

The female guard says, "Good. We don't want the big guy to faint on us, do we?"

This elicits a chuckle from the other guards. The professionals do not react.