Eternity was looking damn grim, until a sexy witch breezed into his life… Sassy Switch #TinaDonahueBooks #SassyEverAfterWorld #Witches #Vampires #ParanormalRomance
Damn, but I LOVED writing Wren’s and Roman’s story in Sassy Switch, Sassy Ever After world,
Erotic paranormal rom com.
Eternity was looking damn grim, until a sexy witch breezed into his life…
Doomed to an endless existence seeking blood, Roman dreads forever-after until he chances upon Wren at a Las Vegas strip club. Gawd, her curves. Damn, her welcoming kiss for a newly turned vampire no less. She offers warmth and comfort regarding his predicament, plus carnal temptation he’s not about to resist.
Color her happy about that. Not only is he a good man, but also drool-worthy. So different from the vile warlock who’s been determined to make her his, even if his dark lust kills her.
It just might. When she refuses to go along with his program, he punishes her and Roman by switching their paranormal states. Now, Roman’s saddled with magic he doesn’t know how to use, while she thirsts for blood that only the warlock can satisfy…to tie her to him forever. Ew, ew, ew.
As all hell breaks loose, Roman and Wren are faced with conjuring they don’t understand, the lust for blood she has to deny, and discovering what two yearning souls truly need to turn their disturbing future into a shared paradise.
If they can do so at all…
An earsplitting squeal pierced the other sounds. Feedback from the DJ’s microphone. His chuckle followed. “Sorry about that. Are you ready for our show?”
The wolf shifter hauled the server onto his table, settled between her legs, then pinned her with his size, weight, and desire.
Roman twisted in his chair, his glass lifted for another employee to fill.
Lush musical strains flowed through the room, Alicia Keys’ “Fallin’.”
Lights blinked off, casting the place in an inky darkness similar to being blind. As a vampire, he could still detect shapes, everything a grayish shade.
A spotlight flashed and bathed the stage.
He faced the amber glow.
The stripper’s back was to the audience, her ash-blonde hair dangling above her ass, her form vaguely concealed by gossamer fabric strips that shimmered gold in the light.
Alicia hit a plaintive note in her song.
The stripper eased her arm upward in time to the music, a panel from her costume gripped in her hand. She flung the fabric.
The thing landed on Roman’s shoulder.
Her rich, seductive fragrance enveloped him.
He reeled. Not from the flowery scent, but her natural fragrance, a thousand times sexier, marking her as a witch…and something more. Someone whose blood was special, at least to him.
She pitched another panel. The material flew past and landed on the necking wolf shifter and server.
They didn’t notice.
Roman leaned against his table, desperate to get closer to the stripper.
She glided across the stage, her remaining panels quivering with each step then separating briefly to reveal her shapely thighs and calves. Sparkly gold polish covered her toenails, the color matching her spike heel sandals.
More flowery scents and her unique fragrances wafted closer.
He gripped his chair.
She turned a fast circle, ditching her panels. They flew right and left.
Patrons jumped to their feet to catch them. A vampire and dragon shifter fought over one they’d both snagged.
A bouncer plowed into the scene and used his bulk to separate them. The dragon shifter tottered back and bumped into Roman.
He scooted away, turned to the stage, but couldn’t move farther. Not even the promise of being human again could have made him budge.
She’d removed every panel covering her, leaving delicate gold chains hugging her breasts, ass, and mound, her body curvaceous like JLo’s or Kim Kardashian’s. The twinkling jewelry swayed to and fro, momentarily exposing her tight, pink nipples and shaved pussy.
He grinned hard enough to make his cheeks hurt—the first time he’d done so since being turned.
The music swelled.
She gripped the pole center stage and slithered up and down it.
Hundred dollar bills thrown by the crowd rained on her. Paras and humans kept whooping their approval at her show.
Roman couldn’t manage a sound.
She danced on the pole as if she’d been born on it, bending her voluptuous figure in seemingly impossible ways.
Perhaps magic helped her become uber supple.
Her gyrations sent her hair flying in every direction and kept hiding her face from him.
Fuck that. Turn to me…look at me.
She spun around the pole, her thighs and calves gripping it, her head thrown back.
He pushed up to see as much as he could.
Alicia and the music hit a high note.
The stripper spun away from the pole, turned several tight circles, then dropped to the stage face down.
The spotlight snapped off.
Others joined in, their shouted oaths drowning out the remaining music.
The spotlight flipped back on and highlighted the stripper, her head still lowered.
Everyone fell quiet.
A second passed. Then another. Another.
Roman squirmed in his chair and drummed his table.
She raised her face.
He stilled. Everything surrounding him went quiet. Colors dimmed. Only she existed.
Her delicate features seemed too ethereal for a witch, but better suited for a fae. Her plush lips contradicted the notion. They’d been made for pleasure.
Something stirred within him. If he’d still been alive, he would have wagered his heart had quickened.
Her gaze remained lowered.
That wouldn’t do. Look at me. See me.
He shouldn’t be feeling what he did. He’d promised himself not to give in to his basest urges, but her presence, scent, and blood captivated him.
With one sniff, he could tell someone’s blood type. How, he didn’t know. He’d asked Aria, a daywalker from Blue Creek, to settle the mystery. She couldn’t. Her vampire cohorts were different than the one who’d made his life a mess.
The stripper was AB positive, the same as him. The only blood capable of satisfying his oppressive hunger. Not even O, the universal donor, could do the trick. A and B had no effect on him either, similar to booze. They’d be wasted plasma.
“Hey, babe!” A tiger shifter rushed the stage.
The bouncer caught him before he reached it.
He struggled against the burly guy’s hold on his neck. “Let go!” He shouted at her, “You busy later?”
Several patrons laughed. Others hollered to get her attention and ask for a date.
She glanced up.
Sooty lashes ringed her dark-green eyes. The vibrant color complemented her creamy complexion. A small mole decorated her right cheek.
He liked that.
She scanned the crowd, her gaze nearing him.
He tensed and hoped she wouldn’t merely look past.
Shit. He drooped.
She paused then glanced back and met his eyes. Hell, she fucking held them.
A current similar to an electric shock tore through him. An exceedingly pleasant feeling that warmed his insides and curled his toes. He wasn’t certain whether she’d done something magic to produce what he experienced or if his feelings resulted from her natural allure. Either way, it didn’t matter. He was ready for more.
A request for a date rose to his lips. But he gritted his teeth to keep quiet. He’d sworn not to seek blood no matter his pain, and, by God, he was going to remain firm. He might be a vampire now, but he was still a man and had to hold on to his integrity.
He’d chew off his balls before he hurt her. Pleasing her was the only thing he wanted.