HerVampireLover by Anastasia Maltezos Page B

into his terrified eyes and proceeded to empty the man of all his memories.
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    She moaned as he poured a small amount of lotion on her belly. Without taking his dark gaze off hers, he rubbed the lotion all over her stomach and breasts. She was going to burst into flames as his searing caresses left a hot trail of exquisite pain. She tugged at the silken rope binding her arms and legs at the bedposts. She groaned. This lotion was everything Chad had said it would be and more. A sex enhancer. A lotion made to increase your lust and desire a hundredfold.
    “Please, Chad, I can’t wait…” she said huskily.
    Cat leaned back in her seat and stared at her computer screen. She smiled as she reread what she’d just typed.
    She saved her work and turned off computer. It was late, she’d made a lot of progress today with her book, The Sex Potion, and it was time for bed.
    Cat brushed her teeth, slipped out of her clothes, and crawled into bed naked. Her agent’s cabin was dark and quiet. It was a cold winter night, but with the rustic cabin heated, Cat was comfortable and warm in bed.
    She thought about her agent, Melanie Crawford, also her dear friend, and smiled. What would she do without her? When Mel had heard Cat’s fiancé had broken their engagement because Cat’s visit to the doctor had confirmed she could not have children, she’d suggested Cat finish her latest erotica away from the city. The country cabin was nestled deep in the woods, miles away from civilization and any reminders of her fiancé.
    Cat had jumped at the chance. Nursing a broken heart had made finishing her latest book an impossible task, and staying at Mel’s cabin had seemed like a good idea. Now, she realized it had been the best solution.
    She’d been here only a week and she’d already completed two chapters.
    Her ex flitted before her eyes and she frowned. Resentment and anger flared up inside of her, and she pushed him back into the dark recesses of her mind—where he belonged. Mel had been right. Simon was not for her.
    A sudden feeling of sadness overwhelmed her, her heart heavy because of the shocking news she couldn’t have children. The thought stabbed her.
    Cat shifted uncomfortably in the bed. She was restless and needed to lift her spirits, so she thought of him. Not Simon, but him. The fictional, fantasy man her overactive imagination had conjured up since writing her first erotica.
    She closed her eyes and pictured him in her mind. He was tall and muscular with longish, black hair and brilliant dark eyes. He had the face of a ruthless warrior—all angles and shadows, with thick, black lashes and a fierce expression. Her mind’s eye flickered over his strong jaw, his prominent eyebrows, his mouth so beautifully sculpted it looked both cruel and sensual at the same time.
    Her fantasy man was all male, virile and strong, possessing an energy that consumed her with a mere, searing glance from him. She almost felt like he existed, and many times she had the crazy notion she had met him somewhere before.
    She’d thought about him for years. Even when she’d made love with Simon, her fantasy man had always invaded her mind. Cat had never told anyone about him. She couldn’t. They would think she was crazy.
    He was a private part of her heart and mind, and all the dark, sensual, sexy thoughts of him helped with her creative flow—writing one best seller after another—erotica tales with paranormal twists.
    Slowly, she slipped her hand beneath the covers and slid it over her warm belly as she continued to picture him in her mind.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he said within her imagination, his voice a deep, sexy timbre.
    Her hands slid over her breasts and she sighed. In her mind, it was her fantasy man touching her breasts. He fondled her, caressed her, and stroked her. She imagined his strong, muscular body over hers, his hot kisses on her neck, his hands working their magic over her body.
    The screeching sound of the