Poisonous Pleasure
The Soul Collector 1

Professional Reviews

5 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "Poisonous Pleasure: The Soul Collector by Jennifer Salaiz is unlike anything Ms. Salaiz has ever written before. I have to say I am greatly pleased with this new direction! This book has everything, Vamps, Wolves, and a kick butt heroine along with her men and followers. Marcella’s story captured me from the beginning. Just imagine seeing yourself burn in flames. Wow! Now she is living in her altered life and trying to build an empire while save all the souls. Is she strong enough to accept what will happen? What will be her destiny? Jason, who is Marcella’s boyfriend, has done nothing but love Marcella. However, in a test of trust, can that be enough? Will he be able to convince her that he is only true to her? Dom and Ambrose are demons ready to serve their master. Only they are in for a shock when said master turns out to be a soul collector. Wow, I am so jazzed about this book and series. I had to stop myself to write this review before starting book two! Marcella and her men set off to hopefully find her missing knight. There is no telling what they will find on their journey. I will say the passion she has for her men and people makes this journey worth everything she has to endure. Ms. Salaiz had the storyline flowing and moving right from the beginning. She brought the characters both main and secondary to life, which allows the reader to easily connect with them. There is never a lull in the story, as you are kept on your toes with all the passion, intrigue and action." -- Deb, Dark Diva Reviews

Excerpt

STORY EXCERPT

Candlelight appeared as one of the servants opened the door. A mass of billowing red silk flared through the air while Gwendolyn spun around and headed for their exit. The small amount of light gave view to a mound of old clothes and cardboard boxes littering the bedroom floor. Focusing to block out the smell of mold and dust, she slowly followed the tall, blonde out of the room.

The sound of Marcella’s stiletto boots echoed loudly against the creaking wooden floorboards making chills race up her spine. She could do this, she had to. If for some reason things didn’t go as planned, she could lose more than just her life.   

“After you tell me this story, you’ll tell me where Ambrose is. If you do, I might make your death a fast one. If you don’t tell me, not to worry, I’ll find him myself while my servants torture you, human.”

The long hallway gave time for her to think. There had to be a way to get Gwendolyn to accept that her master wasn’t coming back, and that she needed to move on. At this point, Marcella wasn’t sure that was achievable at all. The woman clearly would kill for Ambrose, and Marcella wasn’t about to let him return.

“So, you don’t believe me to be a collector? If that’s so, then why are you willing to listen to what I have to say?”

The door at the end of the hallway opened, filling the entrance with an abundance of light. Hundreds of candles filled every available space in Gwen’s room. “You’re human now, are you not?”

“Yes.” Marcella couldn’t deny it. She’d come here human for a reason. What vampire wouldn’t gladly let a meal walk willing into its domain? But one mention of Ambrose’s name caused just the panic she needed. Gwendolyn appeared, dragging her up the stairs before she could get one word out of her mouth about him being safe.    

“The only reason I’m interested in your story is to see how you managed to detain my lover. He could kill you in a breath’s time and yet, you’re not dead. This alone interests me.”

“Well, I’ll get to that part, of course. If I’m going to tell my story, then I’ll start from the beginning. Otherwise, I’m afraid you’re not going to believe it.”

Red and gold filled the room, completely transforming the condemned outside appearance. A bed, bigger than her own king size sat in the middle of the large space, looking more suited for a palace than an abandoned mansion.

“Sit.” Gwendolyn gestured to a red velvet chair next to the bed. “Is there anything you would like? A last meal?” She laughed, once again making Marcella uneasy.

“No, I don’t have to eat, at least not in my original form. It’s up to me, really. It seems I do it more from habit than actually needing the amount of nutrients it brings. You might want to feed though. This is somewhat of a long story. I just ask that you don’t feed from me.”

The pale blonde sat rigidly on the bed. “Original form? What are you talking about?”

It was Marcella’s turn to laugh. She couldn’t help but feel a spike of pleasure at the coldhearted vampire’s nervous stirring. “Well, if you promise not to freak out on me, I’ll change and show you.”

A nod was the only response. Looking down at her pale arms, visible from the black leather halter top she wore, black tribal tattoos began to form while the cobwebs moved under her skin. The feeling took some getting used to, but she had become accustomed to the foreign sensation over these last few weeks, even embraced it. Designs left bare, inside the tribal, were filled with words only Marcella could understand. Gold lettering rippled in the unmarked flesh, disappearing almost instantly. The thick designs surrounding her symbols darkened as her collector made itself known. This was her true form, but not her only one.

“Impossible! Soul collectors are legend, myth,” Gwendolyn squealed.

“So are vampires.” Marcy raised her eyebrow at the irony of her words. “Do you want to hear the story, or not?”

The sound of the master’s throat clearing nearly made Marcella smile.

“Start at the beginning,” she whispered.

ADULT EXCERPT

Dominic’s cock inched into Marcella’s tightness. Painfully, she gripped him while he slid deeper. The juices from her pussy made it easier, but he still felt he’d hurt her if he rushed. Patience, a virtue he wouldn’t say was one of his best, caused him to fight for control.

Years had gone by now since he’d been with a woman. Sure, he’d been no saint before that, but after awhile the urges just weren’t there anymore. Women didn’t affect him the way they once did. He felt positive something had happened and he was beginning to wonder why, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get back in his groove of sex. Not even with the sexy blondes from the party. But with his mate, she captivated him and made his body come alive.

Fighting the need to focus on himself, he instead focused on her. Lowering, Dominic felt his cock slide until he reached as far as he could go. Marcella moaned, pulling his mouth to hers. Pressure gripped around his hip as he begun to slowly withdraw. Tightening her legs, she plunged him back inside of her.

“I can take a hint.” He chuckled. “Are you sure I’m not hurting you?”

“No. Faster.”

He watched her turn her head and reach for Jason. “Come to me, let me taste you.” The seductive tone she used sent Dom’s blood racing. Instantly, internally alarms went off. He moved his head over to stare deeply into her face. Marcella turned and looked at him, her eyes a bright sapphire blue. The tattoos were gone. They weren’t dealing with Marcella the collector anymore.

* * * *

The moment cobwebs began to cover Marcy’s body, she didn’t care what she was turning into. The thickness of Dom’s cock made her lose all sense of sanity. Instead of focusing on the change, she paid attention to the sensations coursing through every inch of her. When the thick vibrations left, she didn’t feel any different. Still, she listened to her needs, and what she wanted more than anything was Jason, too. She needed the length of him in her mouth, to taste him, have him fill her with his cum.

Greedily, she reached for him, pulling his hips closer to her. Dom’s voice broke her fixation.

“Look at her eyes. It seems we’re in for a treat.”

Confused, she looked back and forth between them.

“Holy shit, what is she?” Jason’s wide eyes grew bigger as he traced them over her body.

“Succubus. I hope you’re ready. I’ll get further up so you’ll have better access to my neck. When I saywhen, bite me. That is, if you can focus enough to remember what you’re doing. Succubuses are experts at sex. She’s going to know exactly what you want and how you want it without so much as a word from you.”

Jason nodded and looked at her. Succubus? She didn’t feel anything special about this creature, but she didn’t dwell on the news, she still wanted to taste him. “Come closer,” Marcy said, staring deeply into the dark green depths.

Words pushed into her head. Hypnotized by what he wanted, she moved nearer, never breaking eye contact. Marcella lifted her head and ran her tongue across the tip of his hard cock. Salty maleness erupted through her senses leaving her desperate to sample more. A deep moan vibrated through her throat as Dominic plunged into her. The difference in his speed left wetness flowing freely around his thickness.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned above her.

Marcella tightened her pussy wanting to keep him inside of her forever. She also knew it was what he wanted. Taking more of Jason’s length into her mouth, she let his essence flow freely over her tongue, savoring everything about what made him taste the way he did.

Applying more suction, she swirled along the head, stroking him with her hand. Jason gripped onto the headboard letting out a hiss as he fought to keep his eyes connected with hers.

Dominic’s thrusts became faster and harder. He picked up her far leg, pulling it to his shoulders and turning her slightly while he pushed even deeper. An orgasm caught her off guard making her moan around Jason’s cock. The vibrations had him gripping her hair in his fist.

“Now,” Dom groaned.

Marcella watched Jason grab Dominic almost violently and pull him forward. A flash of fangs were visible only for a moment before they sank into Dom’s neck. Both of the men let out sounds of pleasure causing a new wave of wetness to flow more from her pussy.

Stroking Jason’s cock faster, she felt the pre-cum slide across her tongue. A wall of energy burst from her boyfriend, somehow feeding her. The feeling slammed into her chest taking her breath away. Adrenaline rushed though Marcy’s body encouraging her to go faster so she could taste more. Dominic swelled inside of her while he continued to thrust at a slower pace. She gripped around him greedily with her pussy wanting him to release. The closer both men came to coming, the more energy poured from them and into her. She knew it was too much, but for the life of her, she couldn’t stop.