Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
(This is a plus-length novel, over 100K words long)
Lucian
I am Lucian Draxos—Vampire Don of the Shadow Realm.
Ruthless. Immortal…and Cursed.
My father doomed our bloodline by stealing a forbidden artifact, and now the Blood Lust is close to overwhelming me. There is only one cure the blood of a Curvy Queen—a woman whose magic is so potent it’s been outlawed for centuries.
Julia was never meant to exist in my world. She is human…vulnerable. Not to mention dangerous to the fragile balance holding the Shadow Realm together.
But I do what I must—I have her taken—kidnapped from the Human world and brought to my home, The Crimson Spires.
She calls me a monster. She calls me her enemy.
She tells me she’s not my personal blood bank.
I have to admit—I’m intrigued by her fire. She draws me like no other woman ever has.
The most dangerous truth of all?
I don’t just want her blood.
I want her.
Julia
One minute I’m living my normal, boring human life as a mid-level accountant with a horrible boss.
The next, I’m kidnapped and dragged into a nightmare realm dominated by monsters who are also Mafia Dons, ruling a shadowy kingdom.
The worst of them all is Lucian—he’s cold, beautiful, and terrifying.
He’s also a Vampire.
He says I’m a Curvy Queen. He tells me that because of my curves, my body holds forbidden magic…says my blood can cure his curse.
Too bad for him—I’m not anyone’s magical blood bank.
I don’t trust him.
I don’t want him.
And I definitely don’t belong in the Shadow Realm.
But the longer I’m trapped in his world, the more I realize something far more dangerous than his curse is at work.
Because the Vampire Don who stole me…might be the only one who can keep me alive.
And I’m not sure whether I want to escape him…
or claim my throne beside him as His Curvy Queen of Blood
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Prologue
LUCIAN DRAXOS — Don of the Crimson Syndicate
“Show her to me.” I stare down at the polished obsidian mirror on the desk before me. I know using the Crimson Eye to see the little human will weaken me and make my Blood Lust worse—it’s a cursed artifact, which means it can’t give without taking. But I can’t help myself—I need to see her.
I reach into my suit pocket and pull out a miniature dagger, small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. I draw it from its intricate golden sheath and prick the pad of my right forefinger before letting a single drop of blood fall onto the deep black surface of the mirror.
The droplet of crimson sits there for a moment—a single mote in a sea of velvety black. Then the Crimson Eye absorbs it, taking the sacrifice I offered.
A deep ache of anticipation fills me as I watch the blood drop swallowed. After a moment, a circular, scarlet pattern begins. It starts in the center of the mirror and swirls outward until it reaches the edges of the silver frame.
Then…finally, it shows the woman I’ve been longing to see.
There she is—Julia Carter. She’s the one I’ve been looking for—the one the prophecy foretold. This curvy little human is the only one who can at last quench the Blood Lust that’s been burning in me for years. It goes by many names—the Crimson Fever, the Red Madness, the Endless Thirst…and she’s the only cure.
And what a cure she is.
She’s a gorgeous little human with heavy breasts, wide hips, a luscious ass, and thick thighs just made to wrap around a male’s head. She has long, wavy brown hair and big hazel eyes that can look green in some lights and blue in others. Today they look blue because she’s wearing a long sleeved, deep blue blouse that brings out the red highlights in her dark brown hair and makes her skin look creamy.
I love to watch her move…the roll of her hips…the way her breasts shift under the silky top she’s wearing. I wonder how sensitive her nipples are—would she like it if I teased them with my fangs?
But it’s not just her gorgeous full curves that make my cock rock-hard in the trousers of my expensive Luguistano suit. It’s the blood-red aura I see glowing all around her.
That glow indicates the presence of the Sanguis Vita or “Blood Nectar” as my people call it. It’s a rare substance in the blood which makes it richer and more nourishing. The Thirstborn male who drinks from a human woman with the Sanguis Vita in her blood will feel his power and vitality increase tenfold. And a male like myself—one afflicted with the Blood Lust—can be cured by taking regular doses, straight from her vein. Only human women with full, abundant curves have this attribute—unfortunately, they are forbidden here in the Shadow Realm.
Curvy human women—or “Abundant Queens” as we call them here—have special attributes that all those who live here in the Shadow Realm desire. Because of their fuller figures and abundant flesh, they have more magic in their blood—it makes them damn near irresistible to the creatures living here—myself included.
We of the Thirstborn want them for their Sanguis Vita, as I said before. The Demons of The House of Vice covet full-figured women for their ability to increase Lust Magic. The Dragons of the Ashen Hoard want Abundant Queens because they can purify treasure and multiply gold.
And the list goes on. Of the six Factions living here in the Shadow Realm— The Crimson Syndicate, The House of Vice, The Ashen Hoard, The Thorn Cartel, The Ossuary Circle, and The Iron Alliance—every one of us has a special use for human women with abundant curves. We all deal in our own kinds of vice and we all keep to ourselves…until we want the same thing…or the same woman.
In the past, Abundant Queens have been known to cause bloody, devastating wars between the syndicates that lasted for years. Which is why the Magistrate of the Shadow Realm has outlawed them.
Not that I care about any fucking law. Now that I’ve finally found my own Curvy Queen—one with the rare Sanguis Vita—I have to have her.
Julia Carter is going to be mine.
1
Jules
JULIE “JULES” CARTER — Accountant at Sutherland and Sons
I’m at work when I feel that itching between my shoulder blades again—that feeling like someone is watching me.
I look around the office, trying to see who it is. Is that creepy Donald Pugh trying to stare down my blouse or up my skirt again? He’s a senior accountant who works on the same floor as me and he’s always sneaking around, trying to get his clammy hands on me.
I tried complaining to HR after the last Christmas party when he got drunk and grabbed my ass, but I was brushed off. The head of HR—who is a man, by the way—hinted that I ought to be happy about the situation. Apparently, the fact that I’m “plus-sized” as he put it, should make me desperate enough to welcome male attention from anyone—even a creep like Donald Pugh. Ugh.