Taste for Blood by Tilly Greene

Taste for Blood
     
    by
     
    Tilly Greene
     
    People visit Whitby to enjoy an old English seaside town, eat fish and chips and possibly see a vampire or two.  Ella lives there and is hunting a fake vamp that uses a famous young adult book series to ruin many young girls’ lives.  One night a man she’s been watching shows his true colors and she puts her plan for revenge into action.  Everything was in place for an anonymous act until an unpredicted twist flips things on their head.  With only seconds to decide, she’s forced to make changes and ends up getting something she hadn’t bargained for—a sexy man who wants nothing except her body.
    Revenge is sweet, but is a night of wild sex too high a price to pay for murder?
    First Edition copyright 2012 by Tilly Greene
    Edited by Kat Lively
    Cover design by Robin Ludwig Design Inc.
    Smashwords Edition
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    This is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
    Note from Author: Taste for Blood, a slightly gruesome contemporary erotica + blood lust and piercing, is 8,575 words and this is its first release.
    Whitby, North Yorkshire
    England
    “Are you really a vampire?”  Ella placed dirty pint glasses into hot water and began cleaning them.  There was nothing glamorous about being a bartender, but it was a job in a town that claimed vampires were real.
    She posed the question to her co-worker that night.  Josh was young with a massive ego due to good looks.  Actually, he was hot, which had the make-me, take-me, turn me into a vamp set seeking him out in hopes for a night of wicked sex.  She wasn’t one of them, but was curious about his claim to fame.
    “Sure am, and well over a thousand years old.  Don’t I look fucking great for an old codger?”  His flexing arm muscle was hard to miss in the tight t-shirt he wore.  He placed a kiss on the bulging bicep while wiggling his eyebrows at her in invitation.  She couldn’t hold back her laughter his actions brought bursting from her lips.
    “Sexy as sin and ready to claim a pet,” she said while returning cleaned glasses to the rack.  She’d dropped the pet reference nonchalantly to see how much he actually knew about vampires and he’d passed right over it.
    “So, you’re ready to be my dinner tonight?  I have a collar waiting for you to wear.  You’ll look fucking hot with it on, and nothing else.  It’s leather and full of d-rings.  I’ll hook you to the wall and keep you steady for me to fuck and suck dry.”  Josh whispered how he wanted to possess her body as he slowly stroked a finger down her exposed neck.
    Ella shivered at his touch and turned toward the shout from a delegate for the hen night crowd that had taken up the far corner of the pub.  There were about fifteen ladies, aged from eighteen to sixty, wearing matching t-shirts stating they were attending the bride’s Last Stand.  One had obviously come forward for another round.
    “What can I get you?”  She wiped down the bar and waited to hear the order.
    “Twelve Bloody shots, two with an added Barbed,” the woman shouted over the noise.  The pub was busy, but not so loud that she’d needed to holler.  Looking at her closely, Ella guessed she was somewhat sober and the eldest.
    “How are the ladies holding up?” she asked while pulling out the required glasses and lining them up across the bar.  After filling them with ice cubes, she started measuring two ounces of cranberry vodka and a splash of both orange and lime juice.
    “They’re drunk, so