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For millennia Kate, a vampire succubus, has wandered through life feeding on both the blood and sex of mortals. Even that gets boring after a while. Her life is caught in monotony until she meets Hollywood heart throb, Aidan Cross.
Aidan is human, which normally puts him on the menu, but Kate finds herself attracted to him in more ways than one and decides to wait before she kills him to see if the allure is something more than his irresistible good looks. Already confused by her inclinations towards a romantic entanglement with Aidan, matters are not made any easier when Jack, comes to town.
Jack and Kate have a very complicated relationship dating back to the fall of Rome. He’s an angel, she’s not. One night with her will make him fall and be damned to life in the demon ranks. Jack’s presence not only complicates her life, but acts a catalyst for the extraordinary chain of events that will forever change her.With Aidan, she gets a chance to play human. One night with Jack and she’ll actually be human.
"From the beginning this book draws you in. The originality of the star-crossed, untouchable love between a vampire and an angel is amazing. But it doesn’t stop there. Lets throw a drop dead gorgeous man into the mix. Ms. Christman did a brilliant job creating the characters and world/setting. Plot, storyline, writing style and pace will have you finishing this book in one day. I would recommend this book to everyone. It was a fantastic read!"- Werevamps Romance (5/5 stars)
"Requiem by Ashley M. Christman was a very intriguing book. Christman took this book to a whole different paranormal world between a human, vampires and an angel...I recommend this book to readers that believe that love brings certain twists into life..."- Happily Ever After Reviews (Rated: 4/5 Teacups)
"Requiem was very well written. The characters that come in and out of Kate's life all have their purpose. The love story of Jack and Kate and Aidan is a sad one with brief moments of happiness for all concerned. Ms. Christman has done an excellent job of creating Kate's surroundings and Kate's morals. I read it in one day and enjoyed every minute. You will, too." - Manic Readers(3.5 Stars)
"Ashley’s characters are vibrant and poignant in their sorrows and downfalls. She looks at how we relate to one another, beyond the ties of blood and marriage, and what keeps us moving forward...Though I did not see how the story would end, I was quite pleased with the outcome and congratulate Ashley M. Christman for keeping me guessing all the way through — the mark of a very gifted writer. I would definitely suggest this to anyone who enjoys vampire romances. " -Bitten By Books (5/5 stars)
I looked around the party with a hungry gaze. My brain switched over to predator mode, scanning the crowd for a meal. There were plenty of victims . . . err . . . I mean, oh hell, why finesse the truth? I meant victims. I had only to choose the hunger I wanted to feed.
A short man carrying two drinks approached me. He had a shiny bald head that reminded me more of grease than anything else. I found him utterly disgusting as he smiled and handed me the second drink in his hand. I sniffed it, taking in the scents of mint, rum, lime, club soda and sugar. But there was something else in the cocktail no human nose would have detected. A Mickey. The poor, greasy, little bastard was trying to slip me a dose of Rohypnol, a date rape drug, not knowing what I was and that his special cocktail would have no effect on me. I took a sip of the drink and gave him a sensual smile.
He showered me with the usual slimy compliments lowly producers, without any real clout, gave to all the wannabe starlets. The typical, "You are a very beautiful woman", "You ought to be in movies", or my favorite, "I can help you get into the pictures, if you're willing to do what it takes".
I smiled and nodded politely, every so often offering a gracious giggle while I pretended that the drug in my drink was starting to take effect. He examined my tired eyes. His black irises narrowed on my bosom. I recognized that dark glimmer, the vicious stare. He hunted those he felt were weaker, stupider, and more susceptible to what he perceived as charm.
He had no idea I was a predator, too, and that he had just become prey.
I let him usher me out of the party and to his waiting car. He smirked as I pretended to drift in and out of consciousness.
I decided to kill him tonight. I didn't have to kill him to feed, but I wanted to. I wanted to feel his blood run hot down my throat, hear his pathetic whimper as he realized what was happening, and I'd enjoy it. I'd decided from the moment he approached me with a cocktail laced with Rohyphnol that he would die in a painful manner. I would not roll his mind or seduce him into sex to feed. That would make him enjoy it too much. I'd made up my mind, when I decided to kill him, to make him suffer.
He pulled the car into a dark, open field. He was going to rape me—well, attempt to rape me—in the open, away from anyone who could bear witness to his crimes.
That was fine and dandy for me. No witnesses.
Opening my eyes, bright and full, I smirked and moved to the edge of my seat. He nodded and smiled as I placed a hand on his groin.
He unbuckled his pants and wriggled them down around his ankles, before leaning his seat back. I suppose he merely assumed he didn't use enough of the drug to keep me asleep. But judging by the look on his face, he wasn't too disappointed.
I sniffed the foul smell of his sweaty crotch. He disgusted me on every level. But the prize was yet to come. I could smell the blood in his femoral artery, flowing just under the surface of his white-gray skin. It was a smell I knew very well. A smell I relished and enjoyed, especially now that I was starved for it.
A smirk graced my lips as I extended my canines into two dainty fangs. I kissed his thigh, right at the femoral artery, and licked the area, anticipating the scalding release of his blood. He let out a happy sigh. Mustn't play with my food, I thought to myself, just before I plunged my fangs into the meat of his flesh.