The Vampire's Assistant (MM)

Vampire Chronicles 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 30,870
59 Ratings (4.3)
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, HEA]
Jon Brighten had a brand new college degree, a student loan dogging him, and a spot to sleep on his sister's couch. He knew needed to find a job and move out, especially when he heard that his sister and her husband were expecting a baby. It was time to find his own place, but first he needed a job.
Applying for the personal assistant position to the reclusive Nikolas Vaile, CEO of Vaile Industries, one of the largest pharmaceutical and research companies in the world, seemed a little too high seeking, but what did Jon have to lose?
His blood?
Note: This book was previously at 17,000 words published with another publisher. This version has been extensively revised and expanded to over 30,000 words.
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Stormy Glenn is a Siren-exclusive author.
The Vampire's Assistant (MM)
59 Ratings (4.3)

The Vampire's Assistant (MM)

Vampire Chronicles 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 30,870
59 Ratings (4.3)
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Not what I would expect from this author. I enjoyed the twist and turns. Hoping to see more of the Charaters from this book.
Fluffy
I absolutely adored Nikolas and Jon’s story. After having met them, so to speak, in ‘Stormy Glenn’s Convention’ I really wanted their backgrounds because Jon appealed to me immediately. Particularly considering he’s human and yet all the vamps seem just a little wary of him.

This was such fun. A definitely humorous and sexy tale. Now, I’m going to jump into the sequel.

Because I can. Stormy finally wrote it. LOL
Christy Duke
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"In a supernatural variation on “rags to riches”, this is a story about hope, finding your true love where and when you least expect it, and the overpowering charm of a centuries-old vampire who suddenly finds himself at the mercy of a human man unwilling to take his “importance” too seriously. Told with a great deal of humor, ‘The Vampire’s Assistant’ is a sweet romance with a touch of suspense and a lot of heart. Jon is a poor human college graduate in desperate need of a job. He has a student loan threatening to cripple him if he cannot find a job, he sleeps on his sister’s sofa, and he wants a place of his own so badly he’d do almost anything to get it. All he wants is a position as the personal assistant of the insanely rich and powerful Nikolas Vaile, but it doesn’t look as though he’s going to get it. A few misunderstandings later, Jon finds himself bonded to the domineering Nikolas without knowing what that means. It’s a good thing Jon can stand on his own two feet and doesn’t follow orders easily (or willingly), or he’d never be a worthy partner for the powerful vampire. Nikolas has waited hundreds of years for his mate, but when he runs into Jon, he doesn’t know how to behave or what to do to make the stubborn human understand what they mean to each other and why Jon can’t just walk away. Nikolas finds out he is just as vulnerable as Jon, if in different ways, and it takes him a while to adjust. He's a little slow on the uptake considering Jon's very human concerns and questions, but he tries. That made all the difference for me in how much I was able to like him – despite his overpowering need to dominate Jon. If you like vampires who have to learn to adjust to modern life, if you enjoy a bit of posturing and banter between men with vastly different backgrounds who have just met, yet have to deal with being together for the rest of their lives, and if you’re looking for a fun, hot, and sweet read that is as romantic as it is fantastical, then you will probably enjoy this novella. " -- Serena, Rainbow Book Reviews

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STORY EXCERPT

 

This is nuts. No way in hell would he get the job. Clearly almost every other applicant far outweighed him in class, education, and experience. Heck, he’d never even seen the inside of an Ivy League school. He’d driven by one once, but that was just to ogle the cute guys. That was probably as close as he would ever get to the upper echelon of high society.

The only thing Jon had was a deep drive to be something better than what he was now. A hunger for success he’d developed in spades after watching his stepfather jump from job to job almost his entire life. Well, when the man wasn’t doing time for some petty crime.

Carl Payne was the perfect example of everything Jon didn’t want to be. The man epitomized lazy, sleazy, and just plain disgusting. His only true pastime seemed to be drinking beer with his slimeball buddies and beating up every member of his family.

Because of his stepfather, Jon never touched alcohol—not even a wine cooler. In his experience, alcohol gave people excuses for the things they did. Jon never wanted to feel so out of control he hurt someone.

He was pretty close to feeling out of control right now, though. His nerves were fried. The economy sucked, and it didn’t seem like anyone was hiring. Jon had a college degree and he couldn’t even get a job flipping burgers.

After overhearing his brother-in-law, Ben, complain to his sister again last night about when Jon would be moving out, Jon decided he’d apply for every job he could find, no matter what, even flipping burgers. He’d do whatever it took—legally anyway—to be able to afford a roof over his head.

Ben wasn’t a bad guy, and he adored Jon’s baby sister, Gina. But they were barely making it financially. Having an extra mouth to feed was hard, even if Jon tried to help out around the house as much as possible. The odd job here and there brought in a little money, but it just wasn’t enough. Jon needed to find his own place.

He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He checked his appearance in the mirror, groaning when he spotted the large water spot on his white dress shirt. Just fucking perfect. Could his day get any worse?

He grabbed some dry paper towels and tried to wipe away as much of the water as he could manage. Shaking his head, he tossed the towels in the garbage then ran his fingers through his brown hair, wishing just once the curls would behave themselves. No matter what he did, his hair would just bounce all over the place.

Figuring there was nothing else he could do to make himself any more presentable, Jon made his way back down the hallway to the office. He opened the door and then stopped, glancing around in surprise. The waiting area, filled only a few minutes ago with about a half dozen people waiting to be interviewed, was now totally empty.

Jon took a cautious step into the room, the office door closing behind him with a soft whooshing sound. His heart began to sink as he looked around the empty room and listened for sounds of anyone else.

Had someone gotten the job already?

A loud crash from the room behind the secretary’s desk startled Jon. Curious, but also apprehensive as every horror movie he had ever watched flashed through his mind, he took a hesitant step closer, then another and another until he could peer around the edge of the doorway.

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he took in the destruction of what must have once been a beautiful office. Chairs lay overturned or broken into pieces all over the floor. A large, wooden desk sat on its side near one wall. Shattered picture frames, torn books, and shredded papers littered the room.

Terrified he might have walked in on a break-in, Jon started to back out the door. A deep rumbled growl behind him froze Jon in his tracks. Low and menacing, the sound made Jon’s blood run cold.

He’d only heard that type of growl once before in his life, right before a rabid dog tried to attack him. He’d fought for his life then, and he felt pretty sure he would be fighting for it once again, only this time he didn’t think the growl came from a rabid dog.

He just wasn’t sure what it came from.

As slowly as he could, Jon turned to face whatever was behind him. He had just enough time to see red glowing eyes devouring him before a blur of motion took him to the floor with a loud painful thud.

The agony exploding in Jon’s back as he hit the hard floor was nothing compared to the pain ripping through his throat. He tried to fight back, hitting and scratching, biting at the body pinning him down, but the thing holding him in a death grip was too strong.

As Jon’s vision began to blur around the edges, he absently wondered at the strange taste in his mouth. Blood, obviously, based on the coppery tint, but somehow sweeter, less metallic.

How weird was that?

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Nikolas’s calm was shattered by the hunger welling up inside of him as he kissed Jon’s mouth. He slipped his hands down Jon’s arms then gripped his hips, pulling him closer. He caressed the length of Jon’s back.

The hard shaft pressed against him told Nikolas Jon’s desire mirrored his own. He couldn’t be more thrilled at the prospect. To not be desired by his rajaaka would be a nightmare of epic proportions.

Jon groaned, his hands tightening on Nikolas’s shirt. Nikolas felt a low rumble build in his chest. Before he could stop himself, he licked his way down to the soft pulse in Jon’s neck and sank in his teeth.

Jon arched toward Nikolas. The combination of Jon’s hard body pressed against his and the taste of sweet, hot blood exploding across his tongue created a heady combination. And knowing it was his rajaaka he held in his arms only added to the desire coursing through his veins.

Using his superior strength, Nikolas picked Jon up in his arms and carried him back over to the bed. He lowered him to the mattress, moving to cover Jon’s body with his own.

Nikolas extracted his teeth and licked the bite mark closed before lifting his head to look down into Jon’s dark, chocolate-brown eyes. He smiled, nearly overcome with the knowledge that the man he held in his arms was his rajaaka…the one he’d searched for all these years.

“I want to make love to you, rajaaka,” Nikolas said softly.

Jon inhaled, his eyes widening. “J–Jon.”

Nikolas smiled and reached up to caress the side of Jon’s face again. He couldn’t get over how soft the man’s skin felt, how wonderful it felt to just touch him. He couldn’t wait to feel Jon’s naked body pressed against his. The sensation would be like wrapping himself in warm silk.

“I know who you are, rajaaka.” Nikolas saw the wonder in Jon’s deep-brown eyes and smiled. What color would those eyes be when the man was in the midst of an orgasm? “I still want to make love to you.”

“I–I don’t even know you.”

Nikolas could see the confusion in Jon’s face, the uncertainty. He could also see the desire to give in. Nikolas stuck his index finger into his mouth and pricked it on one sharp fang.

“You know me,” Nikolas said as he rubbed his bleeding finger over Jon’s lips. “You know me better than anyone in the world.”

Nikolas growled low in his throat when Jon poked out his tongue to lick at the blood on his lips. He rubbed against Jon’s tongue with his finger then slipped it into Jon’s mouth.

Nikolas inhaled sharply. His cock grew achingly hard when Jon’s lips closed around his finger and the man began sucking on it. He felt each draw of Jon’s mouth on his finger in his cock.

Nikolas suddenly knew his rajaaka was going to be big trouble for him. He seemed very oral. Nikolas had no doubt Jon could get him to come just by sucking on his finger. He’d probably pass out from ecstasy if Jon sucked on his cock.

When Jon’s brown eyes fluttered up to his, Nikolas knew he was lost. He clawed at Jon’s clothing, ripping it away. He needed to feel the man’s body beneath his hands. He needed to feel his body pressing down on Jon’s. He just needed.

Nikolas’s lips followed his hands. He kissed each inch of naked skin he bared until Jon writhed under him, small pants and moans falling from his lush lips. And Jon had the fullest lips Nikolas had ever seen.

“Nik–Nikolas,” Jon moaned beneath him.

Petjya, my sweet,” Nikolas corrected. “I want to hear you call me petjya.”

Petjya?” Jon frowned. “I thought your name was Nikolas.”

“It is. Petjya is, um…” Nikolas frowned as he tried to best to translate the ancient vampire word into one Jon might understand. “It is like lover or mate. It is the proper way to address someone you are intimate with.”

“Are we going to be intimate?”

Nikolas glanced down at the nearly naked body beneath him then looked up to give Jon a feral grin. “That’s the plan.” He leaned down to take one brown-hued nipple into his mouth.

Jon cried out and arched up into him. Ah, a sweet spot. One he planned to exploit to its fullest. He moved his mouth across Jon’s chest to the other nipple, finding it already pert and stiff. He growled as he latched onto the hard little nub, nicking Jon accidently with his fang. Hot, sweet blood blossomed in his mouth. Nikolas sucked harder, wanting more of the satisfying taste.

“Ni–Ni—Petjya, please!” Jon wailed.

The sound of his rajaaka pleading for release ramped Nikolas’s arousal to a fever pitch. Refusing to release the nipple in his mouth, Nikolas reached down and ripped the rest of Jon’s clothing from his body.

He stripped his own clothing away at the same time, bemoaning the fact he had to let go of Jon’s taut nipple to get his shirt over his head, but the feeling of Jon’s naked body pressing against his more than made up for it. Nikolas hunched over Jon. He grabbed him by the hips and pulled him up until their cocks brushed together.

Jon’s legs surrounded him, wrapping naturally around his waist as if they had been there a hundred times. Nikolas delighted in the way his tanned hands looked against Jon’s pale skin, the contrast both amazing and mesmerizing.

“I’m going to love you now, rajaaka,” Nikolas said.

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