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  Alexander's Blood Bride

  A Sexy BBW Vampire Romance by Lorelei Moone.

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  Cat has never been a social butterfly. The only reason she even agreed to go to the stupid Halloween party was because her friend and room mate Shelly wanted to attend. When she gets spooked upon almost falling into bed with the host, she’s convinced it was all a big mistake. And what’s worse, now people are stalking her wherever she goes!

  Alexander Broderick has been hosting his annual Halloween parties for over a century. While his contemporaries use them as an excuse to engage in all kinds of debauchery, his own motives are more benign. He wants to converse, to get a feel for the times they live in through its people. But when Cat walks into his house, he forgets himself and is compelled to seduce her. There’s only one problem: she’s a so-called Blood Bride - a mortal woman whose blood smells so delicious that every vampire in town wants to drain her.

  He knows he’s the only one wanting to keep her safe, but can’t act as long as she wants nothing to do with him. And then there’s his own growing hunger to contend with. Can he protect her from the rest of the vampire community, as well as his own lethal cravings?

  It’s the ultimate forbidden romance; the love between a mortal and a vampire. What is it that makes flirting with death so utterly tempting? Read on and find out.

  This story is intended for adult audiences only.

  Did you know that Lorelei Moone mostly writes about Bear Shifters? Check out her Scottish Werebears series for hot Scottish alpha male bear shifters and their true, curvy mates. Books out (to be read in this order) include: An Unexpected Affair, A Dangerous Business, A Forbidden Love, Sugar & Spice: A Scottish Werebear Xmas, A New Beginning, A Painful Dilemma and A Second Chance.

  © 2016 Lorelei Moone

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  Table of Contents

  Alexander's Blood Bride

  Story

  About the Author

  Chapter One

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  "I have amazing news!"

  Cat looked up to find an excited looking Shelly standing in the doorway to their shared apartment.

  "So do I," Cat responded with a wide grin on her face. The letter that had sparked her excitement lay in the center of the coffee table, just waiting to be shared with her best friend and roommate.

  "Here," Shelly said, handing Cat yet another envelope. This one was different, heavy, made out of expensive looking paper.

  "I’ve scored us an invite to the event of the year!" Shelly squealed and clapped her hands as Cat carefully opened the envelope to reveal a matching card with ornamental writing on it.

  "What is it?" Cat held up the invitation to the light, noticing how the gold text shimmered luxuriously as she tilted it. The card stock itself seemed to have some texture and inherent glow as well. It was mesmerizing to look at, and almost made Cat forget about her own good news.

  "This girl at work had a spare invite. Apparently this is an annual affair, been going for years now. But it's quite exclusive, not too many people know about it." Shelly's voice became more hushed as she continued to speak, like she was sharing a well-kept secret.

  If there were so many printed invitations for it that Shelly got one off some random person who also worked at Superdrug, it couldn't be all that exclusive, surely!

  Cat scrutinized her friend. Shelly was always the life of the party, wherever she went. Cat, on the other hand, was much more of a homebody. She didn't enjoy the club scene as much, no matter how hard Shelly had tried to convert her ever since they moved in together years ago.

  It wasn't that she didn't like music, or cocktails, or even dancing. What she didn't enjoy was attracting attention to herself. Cat wasn't as popular or pretty as Shelly and for the most part, she was fine with that. She just didn't appreciate having her nose rubbed in it whenever they went out together.

  "And it's fancy dress..." Cat noted.

  "Yeah, obviously! What else is a Halloween party supposed to be?"

  Urgh. Fancy dress was just an excuse for most people to dress up in as little as possible. None of what she'd heard so far had made Cat want to go to this thing.

  And yet, the slight shimmer of the heavy card stock and the seductive curls of the golden writing continued to catch her eye. The invitation even smelled tempting; sweet, with a hint of pumpkin spice.

  "Look, the best dressed guest will even win a prize!" Shelly leaned over and pointed at the relevant line. £1000 wasn't a small amount; no doubt Shelly would pull out all the stops in an attempt to win.

  "Let me guess, you already have a costume picked out?" Cat said.

  Shelly responded with a wide grin. Of course she did.

  If not this party, she would have gone somewhere else on Halloween. She'd probably started thinking about her outfit months in advance. Shelly wasn't one to half-ass a costume party; she thrived on them.

  "Anyway, so this seems right up your alley. What do you need me for?"

  "Oh, come on! It's not every day you get a chance like this! And it'll be a hell of a lot more fun than sitting at home watching old movies all night!"

  Cat made a face. "Wanna bet?"

  "The card says plus one. Be a shame to waste it. Plus, after all the job applications you've sent out lately, you deserve to have a little fun." Shelly looked at Cat with big, pleading eyes. She could be so pushy at times.

  Cat looked at the card again; every time she did, that little voice in her head screamed louder. Stop being such a spoilsport and just agree already! And indeed, ever since completing her degree in Art History just before the summer, Cat had been trying her best to get a job that would allow her to put her education to use. She'd been on the verge of giving up, because none of her applications had led anywhere... Until today.

  Perhaps it was a sign. After she finally received good news today, what if this party was meant to be her chance to celebrate starting a new chapter in her life?

  In any case, Shelly didn't seem in the mood to drop the topic. Cat could always tell when her roommate and best friend was going to dig her heels in.

  She took a deep breath. Just this once. "Fine. Fine! Happy now?"

  "You've made the right choice. You'll see."

  Cat shrugged. Bah. Fancy dress. "I guess now I'll need an outfit too."

  "Shopping spree!" Shelly clapped her hands in excitement. "On the way out, you can tell me all about your news too, okay?"

  Cat leaned forward to grab her envelope off the table and handed it to Shelly. "Read it."

  Shelly did as asked. "Oh my God! You've got a job?"

  Cat nodded, her chest almost bursting with excitement. "Well, an internship, but it is paid, so that's basically like a job, isn't it?"

  "I told you it would work out eventually. Come here, you! I'm so happy for you!"
/>   Cat got up from the sofa and was immediately pounced on by Shelly, who gave her a big hug.

  "Here's what we'll do. First we go sort out your outfit, and then I'm taking you out for a few drinks to celebrate. What do you say?" Shelly didn't wait for Cat's agreement, instead taking her hand and leading her out of the apartment so quickly, she barely managed to pick up her coat and handbag on the way.

  Cat smoothed the velvety fabric down herself as she checked out her reflection.

  Not half bad.

  Granted, the medieval style deep burgundy gown had been one of the very few choices in her size, and expensive to boot. But it fit Cat like a glove and accentuated her best features: her curves.

  "I'm telling you, you look amazing," Shelly insisted, and rested her hand on top of Cat's shoulder.

  Cat turned to face her friend and smiled. "I'll just pretend I'm meant to be an extra from Game of Thrones. That's still popular, right?"

  Shelly grinned and nodded. "That's the spirit. Just give me a moment to fix my hair and we can go."

  Cat watched Shelly as she fluffed up her blond curls, making sure not a single one was out of place, before pushing a flower wreath down on top of them.

  Her costume was a sort of cross between stripper and fairy, with the most elaborately decorated net wings Cat had ever seen. The overall effect was impressive, if a little revealing. Of course, that was exactly how Shelly liked to dress when she went out. There was no way she'd end the night alone.

  "You look great too," Cat said, as she ran her fingertips over the edge of the sparkly wings.

  "They won't know what hit them when the two of us arrive." Shelly giggled.

  The doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the cab they'd booked. You didn't turn up at a fancy party disheveled and windblown after braving the public transport and autumn rains, Shelly had insisted.

  Cat took one final look in the mirror and off they went. She had no idea what to expect. The card, combined with the address at the bottom, had seemed quite fancy indeed. But if it was so special to be invited, how come the two of them had snagged a card? They weren't exactly part of London's high society.

  Even the cabbie seemed surprised when Shelly told him the address. Cat imagined that it wasn't every day that two working class girls asked to be picked up from their tiny shared apartment in Shepherd's Bush and driven all the way to Kensington Palace Gardens, London's most expensive street. Luckily, the man didn't make a fuss about it.

  As they pulled into the road, Cat finally did understand his reaction though. Just the size and scale of the first houses she saw were enough to take her breath away. Ever since moving to London a couple of years ago, she'd never visited this part of the city—why would she? Ordinarily she would have had no reason to.

  "There it is." The cabbie pointed ahead at a beautiful Georgian villa.

  As he pulled into the driveway, the ornately decorated iron gate opened by itself to let them in. The cab crawled up the immaculately kept gravel driveway and came to a halt in front of the house itself.

  "Wow," Shelly said.

  Cat just stared up at the impressive façade and blinked a couple of times, lost for words.

  Was this really the place? She didn't belong here. They ought to turn back and forget about this whole party business.

  "Come on!" Shelly urged and prodded Cat with her elbow. "Let's go!"

  Cat took a deep breath and paid the driver before getting out of the car. She smoothed down her dress and did her best to stay balanced as she walked up the half dozen steps to the large double front door.

  As soon as Shelly joined Cat in front of the entrance, the two doors swung open as if by magic, giving them the first glimpse of the party that was well underway inside. At least it was the right place.

  Cat turned back one last time and caught a glimpse of their cab leaving. There was nowhere else to run.

  Shelly took her by the arm and almost dragged her inside.

  They were both speechless. They both stood there, looking up at the most beautiful carved wooden staircase Cat had ever seen. In the center of the ceiling up above was a giant crystal chandelier, its light refracting and dancing around on the walls and parquet floor below.

  A waiter arrived seconds later, offering them a glass of champagne.

  Shelly emptied her glass immediately, but Cat wasn't much of a drinker. She sipped it slowly, and tried to take in as much as she could of the lush interior. This mansion didn't belong to some footballer, or other nouveau-riche celebrity. The place screamed old money.

  As luxurious as it looked, it was tasteful.

  Within minutes of their arrival, Shelly couldn't resist the pull of the festivities, and Cat found herself alone. She didn't mind. The champagne was lovely, refreshing with just a hint of citrus, and if Cat was left completely to her own devices, the decor alone would keep her entertained all evening.

  Cat gazed at the staircase again. What wonders awaited up there? If she wasn't polite to a fault, she would have been tempted to check it out. She wouldn't, though. Not unless she was invited to.

  Her eyes settled on a painting of a man on horseback that hung on the left hand wall closer to ground level. She squinted to get a better look; it seemed old, probably expensive just like everything else in here. But that wasn't what had attracted her gaze. The hunting scene looked just like the standard fare you found in country houses and palaces around the country, except the man was dressed completely in black.

  She felt a chill pass down her spine as she focused on his face. His dark eyes gave the impression of being alive as he seemed to stare down at her. How handsome he was. He would have had a striking presence back in the day with his sharp jawline, impossibly flawless skin, and dark medium length hair.

  If she found nothing else of interest here—which was unlikely—this one painting could captivate her for hours. That was how lifelike it looked.

  Cat had to admit Shelly had been right: she'd never been to a place or a party quite like this one before.

  Chapter Two

  Alexander Broderick stood at the top of the curving stairwell in the center of his Kensington residence, surveying his domain. The party had started at eight sharp, with more guests arriving every few minutes.

  His Halloween parties were an age old tradition, even if their grandeur and scale had evolved significantly since the early days. A hundred years ago, he'd been content inviting a few friends and acquaintances, all of them vampire like he was. Now, every year, the event had grown bigger and better, featuring new faces from all walks of life.

  Eternity was a very long time to spend in isolation. He craved the change in routine, no matter how hard his maker had tried to discourage him from going overboard in the past. Of course, ever since Julius had taken over the Council leadership, he had other things on his mind than to monitor Alexander's social life.

  Alexander thrived on the attention these parties afforded him. On a night such as tonight, he could step out of the shadows and into normality. Even if some guests noticed strange things around the house, they'd accept it as part of the magic of Halloween. It also helped that he kept the alcohol flowing generously throughout the night.

  Tonight was the one night per year that the weird and wonderful became acceptable.

  He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. So many people. So many aromas.

  His parties weren't an excuse to feed as such; no, he could do that any time. But the sheer variety of humankind at his feet was difficult to ignore.

  Every vampire in attendance tonight would feel the same way. Alexander smiled as he imagined the depravity that would occur within these walls.

  Sex, blood, and rock 'n' roll . Alexander couldn't suppress a chuckle.

  They'd keep things clean enough, of course. Everyone here was keen to stretch the rules but not break them. They wouldn't take things so far as to attract suspicion.

  They wouldn't kill.

  Alexander himself would join in the festivities as
well. But first and foremost, he enjoyed playing host. He was especially fond of striking up conversations with first-time guests. First he'd figure out how they'd come by an invitation, then he'd guide the conversation toward other topics that interested him.

  He was a connoisseur of sorts; like some immersed themselves in fine wines, politics, or even sports, Alexander collected knowledge on the human psyche. Zeitgeist, as some people called it; he loved to learn about that special set of thoughts and ideas that made society tick. In gathering information about how people lived their fleeting lives, he sought to find meaning for his own.

  As he slowly started to walk down the stairs, he focused on acting normal; that meant being a lot more clunky and obvious in his movements than his instincts dictated.

  He was socializing, not stalking prey!

  That was one of the first lessons he'd learned once he started inviting humans to his get-togethers. If you approached them in too stealthy a fashion, they easily got spooked.

  Halfway down, his friend Michael nodded a greeting as he passed him by. The much younger vampire wasn't one to waste time; he'd already found himself two willing females to spend what he liked to call 'quality time.' Everyone had certain talents; seduction was his.

  Alexander was about to continue down the steps when a presence caught him off guard. He wasn't sure what it was exactly. A quick scan around the room revealed that all the guests were quite busy entertaining themselves; nobody was looking in his direction.

  He sprinted back up the stairs, faster than a human eye could see, and gazed back down to figure out what had affected him so.

  The front door swung open and two women entered. One was quite ordinary, and he could hardly tell her apart from the two Michael had just led upstairs. The other, though...

  A radiant sight of womanhood.

  Her floor length gown was very different from the skimpy outfits everyone else had chosen to wear. Blood red—which in itself would have been enough to entice even the most reclusive vampire among his company.