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Publisher:  iuniverse ISBN-10:  145028163X Type: 


Copyright:  Jan, 2011 ISBN-13:  9781450281638

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Fireflies, Sex, Vampires and Society

An intimate and disturbing metamorphosis from woman to night beast, enslaved by a murderous sexual appetite.

 Linda is a calculating, career-driven woman whose perfect world is shattered when she is seduced and transformed by a vampire-like creature called a nymphomite. Linda becomes a beast, feeding off the energy of orgasmically-charged blood. Convinced that her humanity has faded away, Linda adapts to her new instincts of hunger and sex.  She hunts women primarily, for their longer and more frequent orgasms, and becomes a master of prolonging and intensifying their pleasure. But she never expected to find a woman like Jesse, and Linda's decision to spare her life instead of feed off her leads to a shocking turn of events that will make Linda question her beastlike identity and the humanity she thought she had lost.  

Lately I have been looking at women differently. Once Pierre made love to me on the floor, right next to our full-body wall mirror. He made me watch how my buttocks bounced and ebbed while I rode him. He made me note the way my breasts moved and softened when pressed against his firm chest. He put my hands on the curve between my buttocks or breasts and made me notice the softness and the delicacy of the slope. He taught me to love the intimate curves of my womanhood, and I learned about the mysterious sensuality that comes from my femininity. Pierre and I have looked at naked photos and paintings of women. There is such a mystery in those lines, such a dark beauty that is so impenetrable by anything concrete. We have teased each other with fantasies of bringing a woman over and making love to her, of making her watch us make love to each other to see what she thought. I have wondered what it is like to watch another woman shake in the agony of pleasure, the same as I do. I’m not gay. I love to feel the tree trunk harden inside me and I crave the company of men, but I am fascinated by this idea of beauty.

We have never been able to make this fantasy a reality. Pierre is a dreamer and is satisfied with keeping his fantasies nothing but that. My dreams become goals and I learn to make them real. He can get any woman he wants, so I think the only reason he hasn’t found one for me is because he doesn’t think I will really enjoy it. He will tell me from time to time I should try seducing one myself. Then I suddenly lose my confidence.

She is standing next to the lamppost as I stand on the other side. I have that nervous feeling of being in some situation with another person as if I should be doing something or acting a certain way but I don’t know what. I look over at her again. Her eyes are a bright scarlet under the lamp. She is gazing dreamily at the water. She looks at me and I can feel my heart drop. I am no doubt making her uncomfortable. She doesn’t snarl. She smiles instead, but it is a half smile. She is hiding something, an imperfection. There is something about her teeth, the sides of them, she doesn’t want me to see. I am fascinated by this unseen fl aw. I want to know what she is hiding. Perhaps this is what is missing from my life, some mysterious fl aw that I won’t want to correct.

“So, what is your excuse for being here at such a lonely hour?” she asks languishingly. There is a very slight accent in her voice. Is it Eastern European? I can’t place it.

“I came to watch the fireflies,” I reply. She smiles more fully now, but she turns her head and I lose my chance to see her teeth.

“I love them too. Do you know why they light up like that?”

“It’s a call for sex, right? A mating call.”

“Mostly, yes. But some females are not here for mating. They are here to eat. They send off little messages with their lights, like Morse code. Each species of firefly has a different code. Some of them learn to mimic the code of a different species. The male of this species is drawn to them and approaches them for mating, but they are outdone. Once the female has lured him in, she eats him. The males have learned many different ways to avoid this fate by only approaching the female if she responds in a very specific way or only mating during times when there is less flesh to prey on. Of course, it brings their chances down quite a bit.”

She explains all of this with such passion and intensity that I am just plain delighted by it. “Well, it sounds like a hard existence,” is all I can say. I guess we have it easier than we thought. Imagine not knowing if you are going to get fucked or going to get eaten? You’ll either find pleasure and fulfill your reason for living by procreating, or you’ll die a painful and carnivorous death. But then again, I’m sure there are men out there who wouldn’t know the difference. I smile at myself and she smiles back. She looks me in the eyes and I am entranced by hers, by their translucence, like red cellophane sparkling in the lamplight. She hugs the pole playfully then runs her fingers through my shimmering hair. “It’s beautiful,” she says.

“Thanks,” I respond, “I take good care of it. I use this shampoo which is just superb. It‘s called Sheer Luminance and it‘s so amazing. Just look at this shine!”

She flashes her half smile again and laughs silently under it. She doesn’t seem interested in the shampoo, which is a disappointment because Sheer Luminance is one of my clients. I use their product because I know it works and that is how I’ve been able to bring in the numbers for them. I understand the product more than they do. I find myself sighing. Usually my pitch brings on a giddy conversation between women but she is not impressed. There is something mysterious about this woman. She wears no makeup and she is casually dressed, but she has to be one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life. Maybe I’m taken by her eyes. I’ve never seen red eyes before. There is also something about the way she moves and the way she holds herself. Her skin is flawless, so pale that it almost glows in the moonlight.

Could she be interested in me? Is she a lesbian? Is this my chance to take a woman home and prove to my husband that it isn’t as hard as he always made it out to be?

Who am I kidding? I’m a woman, and I intimidate myself. Women are secretive and complex. Men are always trying to impress them, so they are rarely impressed. They have layers and masks and little spots you need to find in order to please them. Men are happy if a beautiful woman simply notices them and delights in them. Women appear strong when they are really weak and weak when they are really strong. When I think of all the men I have rejected in my life, I wouldn’t dare make a sexual advance toward a woman.

“What’s your name?” I ask out of sheer curiosity.

“Natasha,” she replies a bit hesitatingly as if she has forgotten her own name, as if she was a bit annoyed that I would ask her such a trifling question. She looks me over. I feel her eyes searching my body. Then she looks away, gazing past the rippling darkness of the lake. Without turning her head, she speaks to me again.

“If you think the fireflies are beautiful, you’ll love the nymphomites.”

She looks at me for a reaction but I say nothing. I don’t know what to say. So she continues. “They hide between the rocks in the deeper areas of the park. They are quite beautiful. I can take you there if you like.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

“Okay, show me,” I say. I’m in the mood for some kind of adventure. I feel the full moon on me and I am restless and alive. I am not as anal as Pierre thinks I am. I’m quite daring when I see an opportunity, and Natasha is an opportunity. An opportunity for something new, something to add to my sexual experiences.

Professional Reviews
Linda is a career driven woman who goes for a walk one night and is seduced and transformed by a vampire like creature known as a nymphomite. Linda is warned to feed off of other women rather then men. She feeds off of the energy of the victims blood that is orgasmically charged. She adapts to this new way of life even though she is convinced her humanity is gone. She becomes a master at feeding by prolonging the orgasms of her victims. Under normal circumstances, she has no problem feeding until her victims die; but she meets Jesse and everything changes. Her decision to let Jesse live sets off a chain of events that will change her life forever.
Wow! The only thing I can say; if you have a problem reading anything sexually graphic and erotic, you do not want to read this book. If you enjoy a world of fantasy and a story wrought with imagination, this is the book for you. The author builds a world that is not only full of sexual tension and description; but one in which a fantasy unfolds like no other I have ever read. Lacey keeps you on the edge of your seat and you wonder where she will take you next. I know one thing for certain; you will need a cold shower when you are finished. You may not even make it to the end before you need a cold shower. Lacey definitely has a way with words that makes you see in your mind what she has written on the page.
I want to thank Lacey for providing me with a copy of her book. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I expressed are my own.
Initially, I had planned to hide away in a darkened corner, curl up with a nice glass of wine, and enjoy Fireflies in a single setting. It seemed like such a slender book, and I assumed an erotic tale about Nymphomite vampires would simply demand a quick, intense read. I couldn’t have been happier to be wrong. Fireflies is so not your typical, run-of-the-mill lesbian vampire story – for such a short read, it’s surprisingly deep, and entirely satisfying.

At its core, this is the story of three very different women. Linda is a career-driven woman, with a life that’s just a bit too perfect, who stubbornly clings to her own humanity following her transformation. Natasha is the vampire who turned her, and who laments the loss of her own humanity. Jesse is the passionate, free-spirited artist who, upon being turned by Linda, chooses to reject humanity and embrace the monster inside. Lacey clearly demonstrates that the line between humanity and monster is not as distinct as we’d like to think, and it’s in the blurring of the two that the story finds its depth.

Despite that depth, this is a very fast-paced story, full of frantic action, and sublimely erotic scenes of lesbian arousal. It’s also a story that’s often amusing, in an ironic smile kind of way, especially with Linda repeatedly wandering naked through the city. The language here is beautiful, with words selected (particularly in the more erotic scenes) to be both subtle and powerful, without being rudely explicit.

The first-person perspective of Linda adds a sense of immediacy to everything that happens, and almost demands that we exhibit the same superhuman stamina in following her from one encounter to another. This limits our experience a bit, denying us any insight into what the other characters are thinking, but it’s a narrative technique that works well here. At times exhilarating, and at times exhausting, Fireflies is a story that engages the reader physically, emotionally, and intellectually.

Whether she chooses to revisit the fireflies and Nymphomites again, or takes her talents in a completely different direction, Lacey Reah is certainly an author to keep an eye on.
I love my vampire erotica and because my love is so passionate, it’s hard for me to find a writer who writes with passion and style and can hold a good story line together. Lots of stories are either too much sex, lack of a decent storyline and no characters that you bond with.

Lacey Reah ‘s book Fireflies is definitely a MUST read!

Lacey has an exceptional talent for character building! The main character, Linda is looking for excitement and she comes across it in the form of a female vampire that changes her life with a passionate encounter.

Lacey throws you head first into the story and you instantly bond with the main character. You’re smack bang in the thick of Linda’s vampire lesbian encounters and thoughts as she learns how to bring females to climax again and again so that she can feed off their sexual energy, and all the time you feel for Linda and what her life has become. Each page you turn over builds to an even bigger climax, especially when Linda meets Jesse.

Now, I don’t want to give the plot away, but trust me, if you like vampire erotica, Lacey is a talented author who can deliver a climatic storyline and this book will be a worthy addition to your bookcase.

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