Kindle Edition Download from Apple iTunes (eBook) Download from Smashwords (eBook) Amazon Barnes and Noble Apple Category:  Fantasy Publisher: KDP ISBN-10:  B0CM2L4YQ1 Type: Fiction Pages: 195 Copyright: June 23 2023 ISBN-13: 9798869079299 Price: $2.99 (eBook) CLUELESS MEETS DRACULA Edwin Aldemeer is an elite warrior of the Vampire Realm who finds himself reluctantly drawn to a flighty, immature, irresponsible recently turned female. Too bad he must eliminate her. It is what he does, after all. And he is good at his job...but, that tight little ass is to die for. Some say, Edwin Aldemeer is the greatest warrior the underworld Kingdom has ever known. Althea Adams is a recently turned daughter of Marcus Grigori Ignatius, the most powerful Master in existence The blonde beauty is head-strong, impulsive and a hopeless romantic who most times, does not think before she acts. Edwin finds Althea, for the most part, young and immature, and slightly deranged. She is a nuisance, who irritates and manages to utterly disturb the hell out of his usually unflappable demeanor The Enforcer is more than reluctant to end Althea’s young, promising life. Were he honest with himself, Edwin would admit a reluctant growing interest in the lovely creature who sets his teeth on edge with each and every encounter.          Excerpt “Why didn’t you get my purse?” Althea had other priorities, other than the fact this being was sitting way too close to her, and he smelled delectable. “You left it behind!” Her senses were strained. “It wasn’t your purse,” The cold emerald eyes traveled her body slowly, stopping along the scenic route whenever they pleased to enjoy the curves and bulges of the young, ripe form, “I wanted.” “Someone will take it and use my credit cards, which really belong to Marcus, who will do horrible things to them, all because of your thoughtless gesture.” “Then that will teach them not to steal another person’s belongings, will it not.” Edwin scratched his chin with his thumb, his gaze resting languidly upon the low cut of her blouse. “Tell me about Nathaniel.” “You should ask Marcus.” The crystal gaze lifted, scolding her with its intensity. “I am asking you.” Thea fell stubbornly silent. “I cannot assist you if I do not know the particulars of the problem.” Reason was attempted. “I don’t need your assistanc–” Thea gasped, hastily grasping the soft cotton of his shirt front, the slender fingers clasping the material in a death grip. “Except with that Enforcer thingy that is coming up tomorrow night, of course. I need assistance with...” His gaze had dropped again to the contact for he felt the cool of her touch through his clothing and it felt rather good. Realizing her faux pas, Althea severed the contact slowly, allowing her fingers to fall away. She scowled hard, almost but not quite pouting a little. Anna Lisa was allowed such liberties, but she was not. Which sucked a lot. Thea didn’t care. Not one iota. She lifted her head proudly. “Which you already promised to do, so no take backs.” Edwin licked his lips thoughtfully, hiding his need to smile. “I have influence with your Sire. You know I do. I can help.” She frowned over at him, having cut her eyes up and under. “Why would you?” “Why, do you think?” He was intensely curious. The question stumped the female for all of two seconds, and then it came to her. “Because you can gain something from the act.” Of course, it wasn’t like it was brain surgery. “...Yes.” That disturbing gaze dropped to the demurely crossed legs, traveling up the shapely calf unto the soft folds of the skirt she wore so effectively. The being’s brows lifted fractionally as he measured the area below him with avid interest. “Decidedly.” “What?” Althea asked impulsively. He smiled ever so slightly, holding her eyes easily. “That is personal.” “Oh.” She was disappointed, to say the least. “Marcus is livid with you. I sensed his anger, his displeasure, before. It was palpable.” “Did you get that drift?” The blonde hair swayed with the slight movement of her head. Gosh, this guy was intuitive. “The only thing that would affect him to such an extent is his children. Genevieve is in France, happy and carefree, so by process of elimination.” “You can’t help.” The female seemed pretty sure of her facts. “I have never set my mind to something,” his eyes fell once again to the apex of her crossed legs, “and not have it realized.” He raised his head, his stare a confident one. “Never.” “Then you and Marcus have that in common.” “All are aware of the tale.” The Enforcer tried yet again, shifting into a more comfortable position, which put him even closer to the woman without seeming to do so. “It is rumored your Sire and Nathaniel were reuniting, but then the son vanished from the scene entirely. As did Marcus for many years. I know he retreated to his estate in Munich. I never asked of Nathaniel, only if I could be of assistance. The answer was no. I left it at that.” Edwin decided to share a little to see if it netted any results. He liked sitting so very close to the female. He could see that it unsettled her somewhat, which amused him even more. “I ain’t sayin’.” Althea quoted an old movie she loved about convicts ratting out other convicts. “What could you possibly have done to piss him off so royally, not that you do not possess the ability to piss people off...you do.” He scowled slightly down at the sullen little face. Thea frowned hard at him for such insight into her character. “Nathaniel, like Wilder, was involved with a human female. Marcus held objections, of course. What Father would not.” “Loosen up! This is the twenty-first century.” The female hesitated. “Or is it the twentieth? How do they count that stuff? It’s two thousand and..” “And then,” it was interrupted hastily, as Edwin continued his narrative, “the female turned up quite dead. Murdered, I believe. And Nathaniel was nowhere to be found, nor has he been seen since. I assumed, like everyone else, that Marcus eliminated them both.” “Yeah, he has a short fuse alright. Sounds like something he would do, doesn’t it.” The blonde agreed readily. “Look, I’m a little drained, in a bad way. Got any B- lying around?” “Which means he did not do it.” It was quite clear to the Enforcer now, by her hasty acceptance of his supposition. “Be a good little host for once, hum?” Althea looked at the vein in his neck longingly. “If this does not concern Nathaniel, simply say so,” He advised. “This doesn’t concern Nathaniel.” He cocked his head to one side, scrutinizing her meticulously. “Your confidences are safe with me. Anything of what you say will not be revealed to your Sire. Do you believe that statement?” “No.” The lovely vampire laughed gaily at such absurdity. “What will make you believe it?” He cocked his head to one side, his look a superiorly confident one. “The next coming of the Messiah?” Edwin sighed lightly. “I am assuming Marcus is already privy to your crime. What, then, is the problem? How many ways can he extract his vengeance that has not already been decided? Perhaps I can lessen his wrath, that is all I am saying.” “Well, aren’t you just the little humanitarian all of a sudden.” Thea allowed her distrust to blossom. “Never equate me with a human, in any terms.” It was sternly warned. “It would be a mistake on your part.” “Don’t get so huffy!” The young female squirmed uncomfortably about, suddenly restless and antsy. “What I did cannot be forgiven, so I’m just going to have to take my comeuppance like a good soldier and–” “Noble words.” The being held his censor. “Can you live up to them?” Althea thought about all the times she had seen her Sire extract vengeance. Her mood fell considerably. She hung her head, tears of self-pity beginning after only a few microseconds. Edwin lifted a brow, unmoved by such eloquence. He did allow her the moment, however. “He’s not very...” she sniffed, swiping the tear-stained cheeks with an angry palm, “nice sometimes.” “An understatement.” Edwin could sympathize there, admittedly. “I know!” She wailed. Thea began her sobbing again, this time throwing in some heartfelt sounds of distress and despair for good measure. Althea leaned for support into the rock-hard chest of the being, for the simple fact he was the only one available for such an activity. She offered a rather mournful outcry of self-pity for a goodly few moments before she sat up...suddenly very quiet, the tears gone, as was the mood. “I’m in deep shit.” She was not happy with the revelation. The being lifted his hand, smoothing the comically awry hair into some semblance of order. “All is not lost.” “Well,” she lashed out at the nearest source of commiseration, “it’s not all sunshine and roses, either! Mr. Pollyanna!” The Enforcer smiled down at the dour little features. “You really do...” He lowered his head slowly, most effectively, his breath, which smelled of cinnamon for some odd reason, caressing Thea’s cheek line gently, “amuse me.” He joined his lips with her slightly parted ones, his tongue easing into the hot depths with a slow, effortless insistence that left Althea weak and compliant inside. The soft moans and distressed whimpers Althea omitted heightened Edwin’s growing involvement. The kiss was a gentle, coaxing, bare brush of erotica that confused and delighted the female’s senses. Edwin leaned his prey into the confines of the leather sofa, his arms encircling Althea’s waist and upper torso in their strength. His weight followed, but held at bay by his upper body strength, which was braced against the cushions beneath the slight body. Althea moaned gently; her senses assaulted from all sides suddenly. The Enforcer had moved strategically, his thigh wedging between the soft white flesh of her own. And even now, Edwin rubbed the material of his dark slacks against the vulnerable valley of the squirming little middle in a decidedly sensual gesture that reminded the female of other actions that he might conceivably attempt, later down the road was she to allow such an eventuality. Althea fidgeted about, turning her head aside, dodging his lascivious attempts to recapture her mouth under his damnable influence. “Hey...hey!" Edwin caught her face in a gentle, but firm hand, pressing her cheeks with a slight pressure, turning her face back, his mouth hungrily searching for hers this time around. The hot pressure of the moist cavern covered her lips, his tongue more assertive as it searched for and found the females more timid one, caressing it sensually several confident strokes. His grunt of acquiescence enthralled Althea, her resistance halting for the moment as she allowed herself to experience his expertise to its fullest for a beat. She felt his hand flick over the flimsy material of her blouse which covered her breast, his fingers squeezing her plumpness gently several times then. His palm lifted the heaviness of the mound for further inspection. The brooding eyes searched out his actions, the intelligent brow furrowed in a deep scowl. Edwin slowly lowered his head, his mouth covering the silk, his teeth biting gently when and where he wished, his tongue’s hot moistness melting through to the skin beneath. Althea gasped shakily, her own hand pushing against such an invasion of her privacy, but inside she was beginning to feel her blood heat dangerously. It was a corporeal sensation, for her blood was cold usually, and flowed ever so slowly throughout her form. “Cut it out!” She broke the kiss, attempting to extract herself from the circumstances in which she found herself now deposited. “Stop!” “I do not wish to...” Edwin felt the evidence of his statement, moving the rock-hard bulge against the heat of her crease and even through the silk panties, the sensation felt wonderful, “stop.” He nuzzled the pert nose lovingly, kissing her forehead with an almost paternal caress. He pushed against her resistance, his thigh widening the gap between her legs. Shoving the material of her skirt up the slender thigh, his fingers searched for and found the lace of the flimsy panties’ edge. “Allow me but a few moments and you will feel the same.” “I said...” Thea moved instinctively away from his touch, her cheeks heated with her anger but more so, the delicious need to obey him. The Enforcer’s index finger hooked the lace, sliding inside the silk, running experimentally over the slickness of her vaginal lips. Althea gasped her shock, stiffening with a small outcry of defiance, trying desperately to close her legs to such an invasion. “You are wet.” The deep baritone washed over her heated skin like a soothing balm. His powerful body moved slightly, allowing the female to feel his own involvement. “And I... am in pain.” He whispered directly into her parted lips. The raspy, coarse tone told Thea just how much, as the whispered proclamation was shared. A thick appendage pushed confidently into the moistness of her cavern, thrusting slowly in and out teasingly. Althea contracted unconsciously, groaning her growing arousal, the digit feeling ever so good inside her convulsing tunnel. She moaned piteously.“... Don’t.” Edwin caught her mouth yet again, his tongue matching the movements of his finger for what seemed an eternity to Althea. She lay docilely, lost in the world of sensual pleasure the being was creating. Taking her with him as he went, he positioned her where he needed her to be, his hand gripping the hair at the nape, his mouth clinging to hers greedily. He lifted slightly, adjusting the front of the expensive slacks he wore, his hand extracting his weapon. Edwin released the sweet mouth to watch his progress when he eased the bulb of his penis into the incredibly tight opening, his fingers holding the lace aside for his entry. Althea whimpered brokenly, feeling the thick organ breach the incredibly tight orifice that opened like a flower for the being’s pleasure, filling her to capacity and beyond. She savored the long, drawn-out groan of gratification Edwin offered, vibrating to the sound. He settled into the molten depths, inch by inch, his breathing heavy, stilted. The thick shaft ground eagerly into the steamy depths awaiting his exploration. Edwin’s coarse pubic hair felt ever so good scratching against Thea’s clean-shaven mound of ecstasy. “No blonde curls to play in.” He murmured contentedly, his lips against her pouty ones. “I will wager that little clit is needing some attention along about now, hum?” The being reached, his thick fingers easing between their bodies to fondle and stroke lovingly.His free hand kept a tight hold on her tresses, forcing Thea to remain stationary under his gentle probing. The young female’s blood heated, desire racking her entire body. She fought for a semblance of control, but her traitorous flesh only cried out for more of this being’s particular form of punishment. “Let me...go.” She whimpered brokenly. “Of course I shall.” The Enforcer purposely misunderstood the feeble outcry, his lips trailing a searing path down the warmth of Thea’s alabaster flesh. “We shall go...together. Would you enjoy that, Pet? I know, I should.” “Tell me what pleases you.” Edwin whispered the taunt. “Do you wish my tongue on that throbbing little clit? Do you want it inside your cunt? I wish...what you wish.” He growled the fact. “Show me...” His mouth sought hers, his kisses a wanton display of self-indulgent urgency. And in the end, it was in essence, the female who began the ancient movements of lovemaking. She who directed the tempo and depth. Her lips that became demanding and assertive. All of which the Enforcer allowed, even encouraged with his touch and response. His hands cupped the smooth curve of the luscious buttocks, pushing her to his thrusts from time to time. He suckled her now bared breasts, catching the taut nipples between his teeth, nipping playfully. His tongue swirled lazily about the sensitive areola, his breath causing the woman to shiver with delight and yearning. Edwin had tugged her panties down. They rested under her ass cheeks, giving him free access to what he wished. His middle finger had eased into her anus. He gently thrust a rhythmic beat she had established, his grunts and groans increasing in frequency and duration. Althea’s tongue enticed his mouth open for her exploration whenever it pleased her to explore. The Enforcer’s thrusts were becoming more forceful...more insistent. Althea’s breasts bobbed jerkily with the strength of his stabs into the yielding orifice he bruised with the violence of his lovemaking. The female did not mind such actions, not in the least. It felt so very good, what he was doing to her...for her. Althea had a few demands of her own, after all. Her fingers gripped the dark hair at the base of his nape, refusing his mouth from her influence. Edwin Aldemeer knew how to kiss. He knew how to take a female to new heights. The ‘female’ closed her eyes to savor such expertise. “Fuck.” The Vampire whispered urgently, breaking the contact with the sweetness of her lips as he felt himself losing ground rapidly. His release was nearing, he could feel its intensity building. He yielded to it gladly. ”Fuck me!” He growled his command, suddenly needing her to obey! Althea had no problem with such a concept. None. She gasped her shock, the sharp teeth sinking into the softness of her neck. Althea’s fingers clutched the solidness of the being’s shoulder as the pain engulfed her senses. She felt the hot mouth pulling her life essence from her body little by little, surrendering to a will stronger than her own. The intense orgasm rocked her body convulsively, the white aura enveloping her mind. She rode the delicious wave of erotism to its brilliant heights, drowning in the explosion of colors and energy. She could sense Edwin’s involvement; feel the beat of his heart, rapid and thunderous. The pulse of his blood heating in his veins, as the male shared the exquisite ecstasy of completion. Althea felt his euphoric release just as she felt her own, except his seemed more intense somehow, for the being had dropped some carefully constructed walls. But none of it was real, surely. As Thea lay afterwards, breathing hard, floating in a very nice place, she realized a Vampire’s blood could not heat or rush through one’s veins. What had she just experienced? It didn’t seem to matter. Edwin supported the female’s body, gently laying her back onto the sofa’s surface. His eyes took in the visual beauty of exposed flesh, the lush thickness of blonde curls and alabaster skin. He wiped her blood from his lips with the back of his hand, his tongue licking a sensual sweep to savor each drop, his attention more on the gaping front of her blouse front. He bent his head, his tongue flicking the dormant nipple to sudden life. Althea whimpered, her body responding of its own accord to any demands asked. The Enforcer smiled his pleasure. “Rest little cunt.” He advised in a harsh whisper, still very much in the throes of what she had allowed him to experience. “You will need it.” He was not done with the female, not by any stretch of the imagination. His blood still coursed with the taste of her. His shaft, still semi-aroused, fresh from the heat of her sweet cunt, had sated its hunger, but his appetite was a strong one. She was tired now. He would allow her time to recover. Allow himself time to savor, to remember the events that had just occurred. Edwin Aldemeer did not regret his decision to experience this ethereal creature. He thought he would do so. But he did not. He had not felt such exuberance since his Sire. She could always push him beyond his limits. He had felt no compulsion this time, only a desire to meld with this female. In every sense of the word. Edwin stood, watching the blonde beauty sleep. She really was quite pretty. Not beautiful as his Sire had been. Pleasing to look upon, definitely, but this one had a fire inside her. One that had the ability to consume and ignite his own depths. He might even keep her around for a few weeks. This one might be worth the trouble. He would decide that later. They had all the time in the world. Edwin ran his hand down the length of her body, grinning when his victim had curled into a fetal position, whining her annoyance for being disturbed. He crossed, sitting in a large chair in the shadows of the room. He watched her sleep. It soothed him. Having her near eased his mind. Had his mind needed easing? The thought surprised the being. He sat, breathing slowly. His thoughts turning inward. He attuned himself to his surroundings for once, finding the task ridiculously simple to accomplish. Before, outside influences disturbed his concentration. His head was clear now, however, his senses sharp and on edge once again. Had he needed to lay with a female that desperately? Well, he had denied himself of late. It was true. The question was now a moot one. The thought made his lips curve into an enticing smile. It was definitely moot. Now. He laid his head back and relaxed thoroughly for the first time in ages. It felt pleasant to do so.

Superb and Extrememly Talented Writer
After having read Elise C. Davies' superb and rousing "The Witch of the Glen", I decided to read "The Enforcer: Eternal Redemption". Elise is really the ultimate master of snarky dialogue and witty banter and I was not disappointed.

So what happens in "The Enforcer"? The city is going crazy. Vampires are fraternizing with their mortal enemies, Humans, and if the situation isn’t contained, it could spell major problems for all Vampires and Humans alike. The Council of Elders, governing these creatures, need the best Enforcer, a member of an elite warrior class, to bring this situation under control and eliminate these rebels. How hard can it really be?

Wrong question.

Enter Edwin ... Edwin is the perfect brooding and protective vampire who finds himself in all sorts of weird and dangerous situations because of an immature but beautiful, young vampire whose life he must end. And make an enemy of Marcus, an Ancient whose powers knows no limits. Or protect her. And make an enemy of the Elders. All in a day’s work. Thea is a yearning, bratty and rebellious vampire, hungry for more than just blood, and finally ready to live her life. The two must face their own true feelings about each other and numerous external obstacles.

The story arc is amazing and fresh and original-ish, with extremely relatable characters. A good vampire story is always a good read, but good characters are what really keeps the reader up after midnight, reading and reading… And Elise's characters are always wonderful. She builds characters that so engages the reader that they will laugh along with them, rage with them, and cry with them. They are characters that are worth settling in to. As a plus, the smut was hot and the tension and chemistry between Thea and Edwin is off the charts!

All-in-all, this book helped me figure out which authors I wanted to read more of. And I really hope this review introduces you to one of those awesome authors!





After having read Elise C. Davies' superb and rousing "The Witch of the Glen", I decided to read "The Enforcer: Eternal Redemption". Elise is really the ultimate master of snarky dialogue and witty banter and I was not disappointed.

So what happens in "The Enforcer"? The city is going crazy. Vampires are fraternizing with their mortal enemies, Humans, and if the situation isn’t contained, it could spell major problems for all Vampires and Humans alike. The Council of Elders, governing these creatures, need the best Enforcer, a member of an elite warrior class, to bring this situation under control and eliminate these rebels. How hard can it really be?

Wrong question.

Enter Edwin ... Edwin is the perfect brooding and protective vampire who finds himself in all sorts of weird and dangerous situations because of an immature but beautiful, young vampire whose life he must end. And make an enemy of Marcus, an Ancient whose powers knows no limits. Or protect her. And make an enemy of the Elders. All in a day’s work. Thea is a yearning, bratty and rebellious vampire, hungry for more than just blood, and finally ready to live her life. The two must face their own true feelings about each other and numerous external obstacles.

The story arc is amazing and fresh and original-ish, with extremely relatable characters. A good vampire story is always a good read, but good characters are what really keeps the reader up after midnight, reading and reading… And Elise's characters are always wonderful. She builds characters that so engages the reader that they will laugh along with them, rage with them, and cry with them. They are characters that are worth settling in to. As a plus, the smut was hot and the tension and chemistry between Thea and Edwin is off the charts!

All-in-all, this book helped me figure out which authors I wanted to read more of. And I really hope this review introduces you to one of those awesome authors!