Author: catstark

From The Grey House:

The creatures that only appeared human, were now standing taller than Vincent. At over nine feet tall, they had to hunch in order not to hit their heads on the ceiling. Their clothing ripped, revealing hairy but matted arms and legs. Their most impressive features were their fangs and foot-long claws. Vincent had made a deal with the werewolves of the area. Work for him and he would house them and help to feed their more dangerous appetites. Vincent felt it was better to work with the supernatural population rather than hunt them down. Wars killed humans, which he needed, and brought Slayers, which he didn’t need.

From The Grey House:

All right.” She let the thoughts go, as there were too many to contemplate. “I need a shower and breakfast.”

“I wasn’t sure you drink coffee or not, so I brought decaf and regular grounds from Vincent’s house. I can get breakfast started while you shower.”

“Decaf and breakfast sounds good. Did you shower already?”

From The Grey House:

At the bottom of the steps, he opened the door by entering the code into the keypad. He stepped out and followed the maze of boxes to the only other door in the room. He, Joseph, and Mierka had created the maze and were the only ones who knew how to get in or out. Only the three of them came to this room, anyway. The storage room led to the large second floor bathroom, which was connected to the actual master bedroom. The master bedroom in turn led to another room, which he used as a sitting room. No one was allowed into the sitting room without Vincent’s permission.

From The Grey House:

That’s where the Slayers came in. They were sent by God to hold back the monsters. Most times, Slayers killed the monsters outright, even if there were humans around. Natalia didn’t agree with that. She felt there was a better way. She found she could approach most vampires if she was careful. Sometimes, she could approach werewolves, but they were trickier. Too close to the full moon, their rage was just under the surface. She rubbed her shoulder as the memory of Charlie’s betrayal came back to her.

From The Grey House:

She stood with her feet apart and her arms folded, giving him a cross look when he looked her up and down slowly. “Vincent, you may be able to lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me. I’ve known you far too long. I know how you are around women you desire. You don’t think: you just act. You were ready to drink her blood two nights ago, even though doing so would have killed her.” Her features softened as she stepped toward him. Her hand went to tangle in his hair. “You shouldn’t be alone with your thoughts. It will drive you insane thinking of a woman you want to touch and can’t.”

From The Grey House:

Richard was hovering nervously just behind Vincent’s right shoulder. The manager/maître d’ of The Ocean’s Edge was always fidgety, but when Vincent was around, he was ten times worse. The man had heard the entertaining rumors regarding Vincent and his lot and believed them. Vincent smiled remembering the first time someone accused him of being a mobster. He enjoyed the rumor; it kept the truth hidden.

From The Grey House:

It was eleven o’clock. She had one hour to try and figure out a way to get a message to Vincent. Two Slayers had come to The Red Thread earlier today to set bombs. Natalia didn’t know how many; didn’t even know where. She had no idea how to send the vampire a message. It had to be done where the Slayers couldn’t see her, which meant she couldn’t slip a note to the waitress or the bartender; too obvious. She could try and signal someone, but none of the vampires she had seen the first night were here, as far as she could tell. There was one last option: write a message on the bathroom mirror.

From The Grey House:

Natalia woke with a start from a dream that left her foggy and confused. Her bed was moving, and lights kept flashing. Her mouth was dry, her shoulder hurt, and her stomach was growling at her. The dream came back to her in bits and pieces as did her surroundings. Charlie was beside her, asking if she was all right. A piece of her dream floated into her memory and she bolted upright in the seat. The belt tightened around her and dug into her shoulder. She howled with pain, startling Charlie. He pulled over to the side of the road and stopped.

From Inside the Grey House (book 2 of The Grey House):

Decided to give you the first paragraph of Inside the Grey House, no prompted used.

The jet landed on the private runway, barely causing a bump. Vincent and Mierka were off the plane within five minutes of landing and were being greeted by Lorraine’s valet within seven. It was very close to sunrise, making the vampires grateful for Lorraine’s private runway. She owned an incredible property in upstate New York, with space enough for a small airport, which was just large enough for Vincent’s 16-seater jet. Human servants led Vincent and Mierka to separate bedrooms, gave them blood, and told them Lorraine would meet them in the evening.

From The Grey House:

Vincent could almost feel her against him. A groan escaped him. Their encounter had left him wanting. He had enough willing women to keep him satisfied, but it had been a long time since he had felt a need this profound. He took a deep breath to try to steady his thoughts. He shook his head and continued down the steps. At least this evening’s business would help alleviate his frustrations.