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On The Far Side of Darkness is an anthology of stories about Georges Belleveau, a vampire since The Terror and his human lover, Diane Patterson. It is now available for pre-order from Smashwords and will be released on Halloween. The price will be $0.99 until that day. Here is an excerpt to whet your appetite. It’s adults only and very hot.

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It’s three in the morning and I am in Diane’s bed.

My hands stroke her auburn hair and my lips caress the fair satin skin of her forehead. She shivers in response.

I need to use little of my power with her these days. She’s become accustomed to and desirous for my touch. But for her pleasure, I push some fire into her, make the shimmering heat she feels rise.

I pause to make sure my mask is in place. Diane can never know what I am. The consequences would be too grievous for me to bear. For a moment my body stiffens at the vision my imagination creates of that moment, of Diane in terror of what I am.

“Georges?” my love asks, puzzled at my sudden hesitation.

“Nothing, cher. Once again I’m awed by how I feel.” Which is both true and very frightening.

My mouth moves down, covers hers, works at her hungrily. She answers with the same passion. Her hands rove, teasing my skin. As always, to my amazement, I react. Shimmering emotion fills me. This isn’t my usual hunt. I’ve come to care for her.

My arms go around her back and I hug her close. Breaking my face away from hers I look into her eyes. “Sweet Diane,” I exhale.

Her eyes glitter at me, lust providing the sharp sparkles and warmth a deep glow. “Georges,” she whispers back.

My face lowers to her neck. For a moment, my hunger screams at me to feed, drain her dry, leave a cold corpse lying here to spread fear in the world. I easily ignore it. Monster I may be but not all the time, and especially not now.

Instead my tongue teases with soft, quick licks. I use my power to push Diane’s passion a little higher. She sucks in a sharp breath and a tremor runs through her. Her fingernails dig softly into my arm and back.

I chuckle against her throat and move on. Playing, I lave her shoulders and chest, sweep up her small breast and take a nipple in my mouth. It pops into stiffness and I feel her aureola crinkle under my tongue. With my canines I lightly nip the tender nub. A slight hint of the ecstasy feeding creates washes into her. Diane gurgles, grabs my dark hair and pulls me close. I suck hard at her. The sound of her legs running over the sheets as she spreads herself comes to me.

I play over to her other breast and gambol there for long moments. Her body begins a steady tremble as I do.

With mischievous kisses I move down to her tummy. My power propels her emotions, raising her joy higher still. As I come to her hips I run the edges of my teeth over the skin above her joints. Her muscles jerk, then jerk again. “Georges” she whimpers, “no more teasing, please.”

“D’accord,” I tell her. I drape her left leg over my shoulder so that her labia sit in front of me, quivering and lustrous. The sweet, rich aroma of her arousal stuffs my nose.

My tongue runs out and licks up her soaking outer lips. Diane hisses and her body lurches as I do. I run around and around her, sopping up her taste. The hiss becomes a moan and her movements rhythmic. More lusciously flavored fluids dribble from her to be swallowed by me.

Gently, I work a finger inside, pushing slowly. I run in and out with a steady beat. Her hips match my cadence and her inner muscles squeeze my digit. Her moan becomes syncopated with sharp gasps. Diane’s heated odor grows more intense.

I add a second finger and my pumps increase in speed. Diane’s moan rises in volume, nears a wail. “Ah!” she huffs, “God! Please!” Her skin heats, I can feel its glow on my own.

My fingers rotate in her, press hard against the spongy spot on the ceiling of her channel. Her body stiffens and she gurgles, moments away from ecstasy.

I cover her stiff clit with my mouth. A little suction and I pull the little bud in, lap at it softly and rapidly. Diane falls away from the world as I do.

A loud stutter rushes from her lungs. Her hips blur back and forth, driving my fingers in and out. She clamps on them, her joy demanding I stay inside her. Her skin colors and sweat runs over her.

Diane’s climax fades but doesn’t draw back far. My thumb replaces my tongue and tickles softly. She sounds an “Oh!”, pauses to gasp, another “Oh!” and she’s gone again. She keens her pleasure and shivers with an ague of ecstasy.

While she’s distracted, I place my mouth on her left thigh, drop my fangs and puncture her femoral artery.

This is my climax. The rich taste of her blood runs into my mouth and my awareness is almost lost under it. The rush of life fills me with an abandoned glee. Nothing tasted as delicious when I was alive.

Adding even more to it is the fact that I care deeply for this woman, and she cares for me. It adds an exponent of elation I’ve not tasted in far too long.

That joy radiates out from me and into Diane. It slams into her orgasm, pumps it up into a bright flame that blanks out her mind. She grows stiff as a board. Every few seconds she twitches and a tiny click sounds from her throat. I’ve taken her far from the physical world.

I pull my mouth from her with a quiet hiss. I’ve had enough. What I am wants it all but I’m full. I don’t feed until death. I’m forced to drink, not to kill. Pain shimmers through me as I recall the times I did kill. I don’t like being a monster.

Diane relaxes, her bliss releasing her. Before she can notice, I lick my punctures and they vanish as if they never existed.

I move myself next to her. Leaning in, I kiss her cheek, swipe at the salt liquid slicked there. Pulling back, I watch her, one hand gently petting her stomach, calling her back to reality. Her face is blank and her chest heaves.

Again I feel amazement that I’m here with her close, in more ways than one. I don’t want to but I wallow in the sensation. Once more, I almost feel like a man again.

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A short treatise on the vampires of R. C. Graham

Here’s a little inside info about vampires in the world I have created for Georges Belleveau and Diane Patterson, the two central characters in On The Far Side of Darkness.

The most important thing is that vampires work very hard to keep their existence a secret. They’re outnumbered at least ten thousand to one, and they know how mortals react to different. Most have been around for at least decades and to them events like The Holocaust and The Trail of Tears aren’t something they’ve just read about in books.

No one is sure what the odds are though. There’s never been a census of the world’s vampires. But no matter what, the odds can’t be good. So vampires stay out of sight.

Their main ability towards this end is that they can hide themselves. A vampire’s natural form is a terrifying beauty. They can change that appearance to look merely human. A touch pale perhaps, and an observant mortal might suspect something is odd about them, but a vampire won’t cause panic if they hunt in a crowded bar.

The other major ability is that they can mesmerize people. This is less powerful than you would think. A complete memory wipe or personality change is impossible. But subtle effects can be more effective. The suggestion that “it was just a shadow,” or, “that person was just very angry,” will be enough. The human mind will take such hints and build new memories around them.

Vampires are, of course, undead blood drinking monsters. They can be cheerful, well read generous and loving. Georges Belleveau tries to be these things But vampires are undead blood drinking monsters and to be treated with care at all times.

Since they are predators that hunt at night vampires are stronger and faster than humans. Their senses are sharper as well. Their eyesight is equivalent to the most modern mortal night viewing instruments with commensurately heightened senses of hearing and smell on top of that.

They can use the blood in their bodies to enhance their abilities even more. Increasing their senses requires only small amounts of blood. If they augment their strength to the point where where a tempered steel bar can be snapped, that takes more. A vampire will be starving in a few seconds if they move at a speed too fast for the human eye to follow.

Any wounds a vampire suffers can be healed in seconds, if the vampire takes the time to concentrate and if they have enough blood to do so. Severe wounds might take most of the blood in a vampire’s body. Which leads to one of the most dangerous things in existence; a hungry vampire.

Another power vampires possess is the ability to draw a cloak of shadows around themselves. As long as they stay out of bright light they appear as a dark mist at best. From inside this they can stalk their prey with ease.

They have weaknesses of course, with exposure to sunlight being the worst. If the sun falls directly on a vampire they’ll have barely enough time to scream before they are dust on the wind. Indirect sunlight, as in a bright room, will kill them slowly. So a dawn or sunset is something a vampire will never see.

A wooden stake through the heart doesn’t kill a vampire. It merely paralyzes them. But considering your average vampire’s reflexes and how hard it is to hit the heart in a melee, good luck with that.

If a vampire is staked then destroying them is fairly easy. Beheading works. Cutting off a vampire’s will end the magic (enchantment? illusion?) that maintains their existence. Be prepared to deal with a mess though. Time will catch up to the body in an instant.

A staked or otherwise helpless vampire can be incinerated. By which I mean shoved in an incinerator and reduced to ash. A simple dousing in gasoline and throwing a match on them simply won’t do it. Plus if the stake burns away you’ll have a vampire in a great deal of pain to deal with.

Vampires do sleep during the day. Not entirely because sunlight is fatal. Just the fact that the sun is in the sky drives them into unconsciousness. They find a dark place to sleep at dawn and stay until sunset. They can wake to defend themselves so don’t think it’s much easier to destroy them during the day.

Barring the methods listed above vampires are very hard to kill. Shooting or stabbing them will simply make them angry. As noted previously, this is not a good thing.

One famous vulnerability is in reality, uncommon. Icons of faith such as crucifixes can only affect a vampire if the wielder has honest-to-God, bone deep faith. Belief isn’t enough. Without faith a vampire will just laugh at a mortal acting like a character from a Hammer Horror film.

So these are the vampires of which Georges Belleveau is numbered. It’s a dark, hidden world where mortals are not allowed. But, very occasionally, love grants an entrance.

On The Far Side of Darkness is available for preorder at the cost of just $0.99 until the release date of Halloween. You can buy all of R. C. Graham’s books by clicking on the covers in the side bar.

Coming soon to an e-book publisher near you.

These days I’m reworking some stories and characters I’ve created.

A few years ago I wrote a story for a website called Literotica. This site holds frequent contest based around a theme. I started working on a story with a vampire as a central character. I became quite interested in the story and it was a joy writing it.

The readers agreed. I won the contest, which was a really good trick since there were over 150 entries and some were by writers who are very good.

Then another story came to mind with the same character, and I wrote that one. After that another one seemed necessary because I really wanted a happy ending for the main character and the woman he fell in love with. Then a story with her as the main character. Another one with her and finally, finally, one that brought their character arc to an end.

Until I thought of more with them. I’m glad I like these characters.

These stories were e-published in an anthology entitled In The Dark several years ago. The publisher went defunct so I got the rights back. I’ve gone over them and realized I could make them better.

So I’m reworking them. Deepening the relationship between the main characters mostly, along with sharpening the conflict between the hero and the villainess in the first story. Sometime in the near future I’ll be releasing these stories in a new anthology going by the title On The Far Side Of Darkness.

So look for the adventures of Georges Belleveau and Diane Patterson in the not too distant future.