GENRE: Paranormal Erotic Romance
LENGTH: 13,586 words
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Viktor Yabaczill has built himself a comfortable if rather boring existence, concealing the fact he is Vampara, a member of one ancient vampire kind. His hobby and passion is chess. When he receives a mysterious challenge to a match, he hopes it will provide some excitement and liven up his tedious life. Little does he know just how exciting things can get.

Ekatrina Kelleher has a secret, actually several secrets. The most precious is the formula to move beyond existence as one of the undead to true eternal life. Long ago, she was slighted by an ignorant peasant lad. She has waited eons to get her revenge and intends to sample some lascivious thrills in the process.

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Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of an erotic nature.

"Checkmate"

Trina smiled. On the surface the smile was sweet and gracious but deeper, it was purely wicked. Dismay flashed through Viktor. How could I have missed it? How could I misjudge matters so badly?

She was not merely a very bright young woman of twenty two with a fragile but heart-stopping beauty. Behind her eyes an ancient spirit looked out upon the world, one at least as old as his and quite probably wiser, certainly more sly.

Old boy, you are in big trouble, but you'll not reveal it nor will you allow a moment of near panic to make you behave foolishly.

He returned the same two-level smile. "Congratulations, my dear. A very fortunate move there."

"A very sloppy defense," she replied, her tone acerbic. "Are you perchance distracted?"

She shifted in her chair, letting the surplice neckline of her gown slip open a bit farther, revealing an even greater hint of a curving breast, swelling above a lacey undergarment. Her tongue slipped out between pink lips and moistened them. Her silver-green eyes taunted him, lashes lowering demurely to break their fierce gaze. Her upper lip lifted for a second, just enough to reveal two neatly pointed canines, sharp and white.

"You're Vampara -- only you aren't ..." The exclamation slipped out before he could stop himself.

"I was. Now I no longer am. I'm something more and immortal as well. I can face the sun, I can sip blood if I choose to but only for pleasure, and I will live as long as I wish to."

Somewhere, somehow she had obviously gained a secret Vampara universally sought, a way out of the prison of living death with complete freedom from that bondage and powers even greater than the strongest Vamps could wield. She lived again, still. Envy curdled in his gut.

"How did this come to be?" It took all his will to keep his voice calm, to inject a tone of near-boredom into the question.

"Strictly speaking you might say I seduced the secret out of an angel." She smiled again. This one was not a nice smile at all, yet hinted at a luscious and lascivious recollection. "He got into very serious trouble of course, and later crossed over to the Dark ...

"Our match is for two out of three. We're tied now but we have another game." She paused, inhaled and exhaled a long, slow breath. "Why don’t we up the ante a bit? If you win, I'll share my secret with you, but if I win, you will become my abject slave for a century or two. What is the term they use now -- boy toy? I am older, you know."