Fantasy Erotic Romance
"4 Stars! Distinctive and amazing, Petit S'Mores is a killer book that any lover of the vampire genre needs to get..."
-- Sheryl, eCataRomance Sensual Reviews
"4 Stars! Petitis S'Mores plot was on point and brought all of the pieces of this short story together."
-- LT Blue, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
Death by Chocolate
The grotesque video shows it all: vampires use Clothilde DuBerry's chocolate aphrodisiac gel and die. Shocked and distraught, Clothilde turns to the Rookery Cove community for help.
It doesn't seem possible, but her nightmare gets worse when security chief Manx summons off-island support -- Dominic Ford, her ex-lover.
Now successful and wealthy, Dominic wants to reconcile with Clothilde, and doesn't hesitate to try to mix business and pleasure. The chemistry is still there, but so is the baggage, and with a killer on the loose, will they find a way to work out their differences before it's too late?
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Rookery Cove: Petits S'Mores
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Copyright ©2006 Mardi Ballou
An Authorized Excerpt
Clothilde DuBerry sprang awake instantly alert, experiencing a moment of optimism about the coming night before she remembered the exact date. Tonight was the third anniversary of her catastrophic break-up with Dominic Ford, not that she was counting. Realizing that her first conscious thought usually set the tone for the coming hours, she fought the temptation to burrow back under her covers. When would she stop thinking of dates, the world and herself in terms of the man she hadn't seen -- or stopped thinking about -- in three years?
Determined not to start the night on such a negative note, Clothilde stumbled to her kitchen for her wake-up feed. Might as well treat herself to the rare, expensive stuff -- AB negative. She needed the boost. Looking around the gorgeous kitchen custom built to her exacting designs and specifications, Clothilde allowed the comfort of beautiful things to soothe her. Since coming here right after the break-up and linking her Petits S'Mores to the Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs product line, she'd managed to control every aspect of her life -- except the errant thoughts and desires that gave Dominic far too large a part of her life.
She finished her drink and went into the magnificent media room. Here she'd treated herself to cutting edge technology for TV, DVD players, CD players, her computer and the supporting machinery -- playthings for her rare leisure time. Funny, Dom had been the one who adored gadgets and always insisted on getting the latest. Now she had an abundance of gadgets, but no Dom.
Last week, when she'd been looking for a DVD, she'd come across the tape Dom had made right before… Her hand shook when she held it. Dom had rushed out and bought a vampera and a video vampera as soon as these inventions, which made it possible to record images of vampires on film, came on the market. Despite her laughing protests, he'd set up the video vampera and taped them making love. She groaned now in retrospect, remembering how hot they both got, both knowing the camera was running, and later when they watched the video together. A copy of the tape was the last thing he'd given her.
Last week, when she'd first laid eyes on the tape since she'd moved here, Clothilde couldn't bear to watch. But tonight, like the morbid passersby of highway accidents, she had to look. Maybe she'd find something to make the memories less poignant, some imperfection that would help her finally move on. Taking a deep breath, she put the tape in the player and turned it on.
There was the bedroom of the tiny house they shared in Montreal, near their lab. Though Clothilde was independently wealthy, Dominic had insisted they live in a place he could afford. Crazy in love, she'd gone along with his macho demands. So there they were, with their cheap furniture, ordinary linens…
Dom leered at the camera, his full lips parted to show a glint of fang, his eyes two immense dark pools she'd always felt she could drown in. Then he turned and called to her, his determined chin pointed to where she stood off camera. Flashing a come hither look, he'd thrown off his clothes, eyes riveted on the camera as if daring any force in the universe to challenge him. At the sight of his powerful chest and arms, his wide shoulders and narrow hips, his long, thick erection proudly presented, Clothilde let out an involuntary gasp.
She wanted to touch his cock and reached out to the screen, her fingers jamming against its hard surface. Seeing him there, knowing his erection was for her, she bit her lip. Desire coursed through her, and she creamed her panties.
"Come here, baby," he called, his deep voice setting off goose bumps.
She laughed dryly. If only she could go to him.
A former version of herself appeared on-screen and melted into Dom's arms. Watching the two of them intimately entwined pierced her heart like an icicle. How could they have gone…?
"Too many clothes, my lady. I can solve that."
He tore her sweater and slacks from her, leaving her in her silk bra and panties, which he admired briefly before tearing them off her as well. Now he scooped her up in his arms and brought her face to his for a kiss.
"I have a special surprise for you tonight."
That's when he'd told her about the video vampera, and how their lovemaking would be recorded for posterity. Despite her passion for privacy, she'd been turned on that night -- and was even more so now. She pressed her legs together and stopped the video.
If she was going to watch this tortuous video, she needed help. The plastic variety would have to do. She'd just risen to get her battery-operated buddy when her phone rang.
Pushing away her disappointment and turning so she couldn't see the frozen image of herself entwined intimately with Dom, Clothilde picked up. It was her assistant, Rose Scolari.
"We've been getting some disturbing reports," Rose said without preamble.
Clothilde forced herself to focus. "What kind of reports?"
"You'd better just get down here."
Knowing Rose usually could handle whatever came up, Clothilde figured she'd better do just that. With a regretful eye to her video and her vibrator, she streamlined her usual dressing process and left her house.