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 Vampire Vintage Book One : Belladonna in Hollywood, my debut novel, is now just 99 cents for the Kindle Edition over at Amazon US!
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~ Alex.

Today I'm the guest blogger over at Bitten by Paranormal Romance! I'm doing a tasty giveaway too.

The post is an EXCLUSIVE hot and steamy vignette featuring Vivant & Belladonna from my vampire romance series, Vampire Vintage.

ALEX SEVERIN GUEST BLOG & GIVEAWAY @ BITTEN BY PARANORMAL ROMANCE!

See you there!


~ Alex.

Read 'Make the Streets Run Vampire Red' my Vampire Erotica short story collection (which is a tie-in with my novel series 'Vampire Vintage.') for FREE!

Just click the link below to read in your browser, or download the file for your eReader - Nook, Stanza, etc.(ePub file.)

FREE eBook! - Make the Streets Run Vampire Red @ GoodReads

And enjoy! I'd love to know what you think.

Triple Monkeys, my dystiopian, post-apocalyptic, shit-hits-the-fan short story, which only ever appeared in the Chimeraworld #6 anthology in 2009, is now available!

Oh, and there's no Zombies in this one!

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Only $0.99!

And now for something completely different...from the last book I released (see below!)  :oD

This is my short story collection of body modification and bloodfetish fiction erotica. Out now in eBook format!

From the near religious ecstasy of self mutilation to redemption via modification of the flesh to a obsession with merging into one body with a lover, this collection is a mixture of online old favorites, little seen micro press-published stories you won't have read, and never before seen material.

(Approximately 11,500 words.)



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From - THE MODIFICATION OF A STUPID CUNT...
I stroke my last scar and think of him. I remember what his own ruined flesh felt like on mine, the texture of his imperfections rubbing against my body, the taste of him. I remember the sensitivity of new scar tissue, like a fresh branding - burning hot pain as new, tight skin stretched almost to breaking point.

I remember the musk that rose from his skin and inflamed me. And the smell of his hair - like cars and apples - and the permanent line of black motor oil under his fingernails. I close my eyes and I think of those dirty hands as they pawed me, scratched my delicate skin. I can still feel each cut and nick and callus that graced his brutal hands, hands so dirty they made my skin smell like an engine.

But I cannot stay away and each time he sees me he wants more. The deeper I cut, the more plentiful my scars, the greater his desire for me. Each time we meet I am new for him, further reconstructed, my modification advancing to a new level. Ongoing transformation of a woman.


From CHANGED FLESH : VIOLETTA & THE MAGDALENS...
She waited for him, dressed in shadows and blending in with the city night; only the alabaster glow of her skin in the darkness gave her away.

Each moment that passed felt like an eternity.

Patience is a virtue.

She waited.

Anticipatory adrenalin rushed through her; her entire body quivered and her breath quickened in her throat, came out in short bursts like fuck-gasps, visible in the freezing air.

Then she saw him, strutting past the open window, naked and proud. Even from this distance she could see his cock standing to attention.

Her heart lurched in her chest and her gut flipped over twice. She almost whimpered but dug her long black nails into the soft flesh of her palms diverting her concentration from her nervousness and excitement.

She'd been waiting here for hours and her feet and legs were numb, felt almost rooted to the dirty street beneath them. It felt like she had been waiting there forever. And she would have waited that long for him. She would have waited for an eternity. She would have waited until the end of time.

She listened to the sounds of sex that filtered down from the bedroom window, one floor up, across the narrow street. She listened to the words that spilled from his passion-filled mouth and out into the night.

She listened to all the noises of pleasure and pain and the cries of that which lay somewhere between the two. She watched violent silhouettes battle each other, throw themselves against the pallid walls in the candlelight.


From  - SURGICAL MESSIAH...
She sits alone bathed in the soft glow of candle light, the scent of exotic incense filling her room. Decadent trails of aromatic smoke, curl into the air around her. She closes her eyes, inhales the Eastern-scented air, feeling the excitement, the anticipation building inside her.

She stares at her own flawed perfection and smiles, like a mother's smile at her new born, a labor of love smile, a smile born of pain and suffering and endurance.

Her scars are beautiful, each as unique as a snowflake and just as pure. The raised patterns are often-traveled paths back to the memories which created them.

WARNING! - This story is 6,000 words of pure, unapologetic purple prose! It's a straight-up vampire romance story, no horror, no sex - just pure girlie romance.

Dreams of Imperial Blood is a Paranromal Romance short story (approx. 6,000 words) set in the modern day and 17th century Imperial Russia.


DESCRIPTION...

All she wanted was to love and be loved. All her heart wanted was the same. But past hurt would not allow her to give herself to anyone.


But her heart cried out for what she would not. That call was answered by a man who reached out to her across centuries and would change her life...for eternity.

Dreams of Imperial Blood - eBook Out Now!

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Vampire Vintage Book One : Belladonna in Hollywood is now available in paperback on Amazon US!

Click Here to Buy 'Vampire Vintage Book One : Belladonna in Hollywood' in Paperback!

~ Alex.

Read the first 28 pages of my Vampire Vintage Book One : Belladonna in Hollywood. Enjoy!

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~ Alex.

This is the trailer for my debut novel Vampire Vintage Book One : Belladonna in Hollywood , the first book in my new vampire series.  Pass it on!

This is the beautiful song the Vampire Vivant is singing to all the swooning girlies and Twilight Boys, in an underground speakeasy in Hollywood. (From my novel Vampire Vintage Book One : Belladonna in Hollywood.)

This is my favorite version by Willie Nelson and it just makes me go all gooey. Not much has that effect on me, lemme tell ya. :oD


Stardust by Willie Nelson