He is a psychic vampire.... she is an outcast fae. He has forever... she has three years to go!!
When Rosemary Green, owner of a bookshop meets Sheikh Billionaire but blind painter, Ethan James, things start to get interesting.
After that, she is introduced to the exotic, but the sinful world of copulation through role plays and submission and begins an intriguing journey of sensual exploration through the online world of "Shivering Twilight."
Vampire Romance and sexuality are going to have an entirely new definition after this!!!
Excerpt:
My head hurts. It hurts like a bitch! Getting up from the bed, sitting on the sheets upright, I try to look around. My eyes still feel dizzy, and my brain is trying to come back to life. I feel so...confused.
Next to me, on the bedside drawer, the phone rings, bringing my attention to it. It is nine in the morning!
O, God!
“Hello,”
“Is this Rosemary Green?”
“Yes,” I look back to the alarm clock, whose pointy hands are stuck on nine.
“Hi Rose, I am speaking from the Jones Clinic. Your report for the health check-up, which was done the previous week, has arrived. Kindly collect it from the lab. Doctor Jonah wants to meet you. Please make it ASAP.”
“Sure,”
I cut the line, get up straight and…try to bring last night in my focus. God! Those three shots of evident Vodka…No wonder, I am feeling so fuzzy now.
Making it to the bathroom, splashing water on my face, wiping it, I look straight into the mirror.
Blackface, pixie cut looking like a hard scrubber on my forehead and, out of all the things, the blue eyes staring back at me through the mirror…
I am a mess. In my baggy loose shirt, black shorts riding to my knees…
There is vibration in my chest. Keeping my hand on mouth, opening the lid of the commode, I throw up the contents of last night. Until the time my chest starts hurting from the continuous retching, I feel a different sort of burning in my throat.
I flush.
But, right at the moment, my stomach churns again, and I throw up blood! Blueblood!
****
Riding in the back of my Mercedes, with my eyes staring at the white snow, which may have had fallen the previous night, I try not to think about the outcome of today’s conversation. Jonah is the healer, in disguise of a human doctor.
I am Rosemary Green, grand-daughter of Alastair Green, the prominent industrialist of Kufri, Shimla. Before I proceed further with my personal life history, I would like to tell you about my late parents, Angus and Beatrix Green.
I don’t know much about my dad, apart from the fact that he was Alastair’s only son, whose single mistake was to make a Fae, pregnant, with his child!
My mum, Beatrix with no surname, was a fae, or more plainly, a fairy. So, I am part human and part fairy.
****
“How are you?”
“I am fine. I got a call from the clinic. You wanted to have a talk with me?”
“Sure,”
Sitting in the opposite chair, straightening my jacket, taking the paperweight in my hand, I started playing with it. Tossing it from one side to another, I look at her.
“So, what does it say? The report?”
She never meets my eyes and keeps on going through the pages.
“Jonah, what does the report says?”
She looks at me and clearly, whatever is there in the report, is the reason she is hesitating to tell me all about it.
“You should have got your transition till now-“
“What does the report say?”
“I mean, Beatrix was a pure royalty in herself and now, but, it seems-“
“The report-“
“Your transition will never happen.”
There, she has laid it out loud. My hand stops, but my eyes never leave her face. She is much more concerned about my transformation, then, I am. The silence around me is deafening.
It always comes to this, doesn’t it?
“Do you want to have some time to yourself?”
“No” I clear my throat, “I mean, I want to know the entire truth,”
“Why?” she is irritated. Getting up from the table, she makes it to the window side and stares out of it.
“How much time do I have?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Jo!” I stand up and make it to her side. “You never lied to mum; so, don’t even try it with me. How much time do I have?”
Turning to me, I see her face deep in shadows, and her mouth is set in a grim line.
“Three years!”