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  Vampire's Baby

  A Vampire Romance

  Tasha Sorensen

  Published by Tasha Sorensen, 2018.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  VAMPIRE'S BABY

  First edition. November 22, 2018.

  Copyright © 2018 Tasha Sorensen.

  ISBN: 978-1386862987

  Written by Tasha Sorensen.

  Also by Tasha Sorensen

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  Bite of a Vampire

  A Sexy Vampire Romance

  Bad Boy Vampire

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  Vampire's Baby

  Paranormal Romance Bundle

  Bitten: A Vampire Romance Collection

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Also By Tasha Sorensen

  Vampire’s Baby

  Copyright Information

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Bad Boy Vampire by Tasha Sorensen

  Bite of the Vampire by Sasha Sorensen

  Bonus Extra: The Hunt

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

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  About the Author

  Vampire’s Baby

  Tasha Sorensen

  SHANTAL KING WAS NO stranger to bad luck... and bad men.

  She’d seen more than her fair share’s worth, and it was an effort not to feel jaded day in and day out.

  Cue Vincenzo Titus, a man promising to shatter every of her preconceptions.

  He was gorgeous in a dark way, and she knew beneath that tight body and endless eyes there was a danger to him, something she couldn’t put her finger on.

  Of course, promises almost never deliver.

  After a night of blood-hot bliss, she found herself alone.

  They were all the same!

  Little did Shantal know that she was carrying Vincenzo’s baby.

  Little did Shantal know that Vincenzo was no ordinary man... no, he was a creature not of this mortal world...

  And this sexy man would re-enter her life demanding to know just one thing...

  ...Where was his blood-heir?

  Copyright Information

  All characters depicted in this book are 18 years of age or older.

  Copyright 2018

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author or publisher except for the use of brief quotations in critical articles or reviews.

  THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work are adults.

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  Chapter 1

  Shantal King was the kind of woman that went to bars for one reason when she was alone and that was to find a guy that would take her mind off all of the terrible things that she had experienced and gone through recently. The most recent terrible experience was Tyler, the man who had sex with her and went around telling everyone about all of the things that she definitely did not do to him, but he still made it sound like it was true. Her old life was ruined, up in smoke and there was nothing that she could do about it. Everyone thought that she was a desperate slut and that meant that she was proving them right, but she didn’t care.

  She didn’t care that this was dangerous and under the right mindset, she never would have done this. She never would have come out to this bar and looked at all of the men here, douche city and full of bros who thought women were jewelry for them to strut around with.

  Shantal felt out of place in her decent dress that showed off her long legs and her ass well enough, but tonight, the bustier girls were getting a lot of the attention. She knew that they were wearing padded bras or push up bras from Vincenzoia’s Secret. Shantal wasn’t ashamed that her breasts were average size and she didn’t need to wear a push up bra, but tonight, she was kind of wishing that she had.

  Of course, she quickly realized that she was aiming too low, for shallow trash that she didn’t need in her life. If all they cared about were boobs, then she didn’t need them. Part of her wanted a serious relationship, but she was on cynical autopilot right now. Men were trash, relationships were doomed, blah, blah, blah; it was the same old thing that everyone with fresh wounds in their heart thought about.

  She was desperate and so far, things were not going as planned. She was a quiet, soft-spoken woman who usually attracted domineering men who liked to coerce her into doing things she didn’t want to do.

  They were the kind of guys who took her to sporting events or camping when all she wanted to do was to curl up on the couch and binge watch a show on Saturday before capping off the day with a session at the gym. She didn’t need adventure in her life and she didn’t want it there in the first place.

  She had large, blue eyes and wavy red hair that got her a lot of attention, but usually from the wrong kind of guys. Douches tended to spook off any potential, quieter guys that she might actually have fun with.

  Shantal was pretty enough to be intimidating, but she didn’t have the personality or the money to be someone that was fierce and hot. She was good-looking and approachable, but if she really went to work, she would be someone that men would drool over.

  Of course, that was the kind of thing that could have been applied to any woman in the world and Shantal didn’t take too much heart from it. Sure, she wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world, but she knew she was attractive enough to be grateful for her abilities and her personality.

  Sitting at the bar, she’d failed to capture the eyes of guys that she’d been checking out and who seemed quiet enough to consider luring in. Eye flirting only got her so far, though, when a bro would come out of the rafters and insist on buying her a Jaeger Bomb.

  She would kindly refuse and they would call her a tease or something. She didn’t really care about it, but when she would look back to the guy she had been working on for the past half an hour at the bar, they would be gone or moved on to someone else.

  She felt defeated and as she looked around the bar, she noticed that there wasn’t really anyone there that was sticking out to her. This wasn’t her night. She let out a heavy sigh and knew that she should have worn her middie dress that night. Men were no longer interested
in the whole one bare shoulder look that she had mastered.

  All around her, people were beginning to pair off and start to get to know each other or they were starting to get lonely with their own defeated members of the same gender. Shantal thought it was about time to call it a night, pack it in and just realize that there was nothing that was going to save her. She had gotten all dressed up and hopeful that she would meet a guy, but the reality was that she was never going to meet a guy out here like this.

  She wondered what she was thinking and how stupid she had been to think that this was ever going to work. This wasn’t how the world worked and it wasn’t how anything was going to run down. It was the kind of fantasy living that she thought would make men magically knights in shining armor and the world a just and wonderful place. But that wasn’t the case.

  Shantal decided this wasn’t a place where a woman would magically find the one person in her life who was going to make things better. You only found despair and heartache in places like this. Truthfully, bars were where people found other miserable people like themselves, usually too immature to wake up and see what was shooting them in the foot over and over again.

  If she woke up the next morning with a strange guy in her bed, all she was going to feel was regret, not excitement about the bright new future they might have together.

  This was the kind of place where people came to make mistakes happen. The white, glowing top of the bar was stained with melted ice, spilled drinks, and littered with the items of people who were pairing off and talking to other people who were all there for the same purpose. Everyone was lying through their teeth that they were here for wholesome fun with their friends. That’s what art gallery shows were for and other places like that, not a bar.

  Here, amidst the darkness getting pierced by black lights and flashing strobes from the dance floor, people were looking for instant sex. This was the equivalent of the relationship vending machine that people thought was going to magically take all of their problems and burn them all away. They thought that only good things would happen here, but nothing good came with such little work.

  Sure, maybe people could mold and shape their relationship into something amazing, but they were certainly going to leave Fatty’s Bar out of the story when they told it to their couples friends. They’d pick it up on the first date.

  What was she doing here? She wanted a real relationship. She wanted what Tyler wasn’t willing to give her and there was nothing wrong with that. She wanted a substantial relationship that was going to make her happy inside and give her hope, not depress her to death. She wanted to have a guy that was interested in more than just coming over, turning on Netflix for a half an hour and then having sex.

  She wanted to actually go on dates and not do weird kinky things that only he liked. She was fine with the sex. In fact, she really liked the sex. Sex was one of those things that she would never get bored of and that she loved having a lot of, she just needed more than sex.

  There was something about the rest of it that broke her heart, though. It was depressing and sad. It was the kind of breakup that made her wonder what was wrong with her since she had gone along with all of this in the first place. She was questioning everything and right now, she was trying to see if there was hope for her in the world outside of Tyler. She wanted there to be more out there waiting for her.

  She worked in accounting at an engineering company and her life was about as boring and stable as it could get, so relationships were her only real outlet for fun. So far, all of those fun guys had turned out to be massive creeps who loved destroying her self-esteem when they were done with her.

  She was tired of all of that. She needed someone in her life who was going to build her up and that would give her the encouragement and the hope that she needed. She needed someone to give her a fire that would burn through her soul and save her mind.

  When she was done looking at numbers and spreadsheets all day, she wanted a special sort of guy who was ready to go do something fun, not stick around the house and have sex or drag her out in the wilderness. They lived in the most amazing city in the world and she would rather go to a coffee shop, explore a few holes in the wall, and then go home and have sex. Was that too much to ask? It just felt like they all got lazy.

  Here, all she could see was more of the same, more of the exact same depressing bros who just wanted to make her happy enough to get her out of her clothes and into bed with them. She was tired of that game and while most of the bros were herding around the skanks who wore dresses that were shorter and tighter or flashier than Shantal’s, she felt herself ready to get out of here.

  She stuck around for a few more minutes, hoping that one of the guys that she had seen earlier might come back. She really liked the guy with the glasses.

  She searched the bar for him, hoping that she would find him coming back from the bathroom or the bar after being slightly disappointed by the evening. However, as she looked around, she noticed that the cute guy with the glasses was nowhere to be seen.

  In fact, when she finally did see him, he was seated in the corner of the bar, sitting on a couch with some skank with her legs thrown over him, and making out with him with abandon. She felt her stomach lurch at the sight of him with this woman and it hurt inside of her. That was the one opportunity she felt she had going for her, but this was too much. This was the death of all hope that she had.

  Inevitably, the only thing that she could think about right now to salvage the disappointment was what kind of ice cream she was going to get on her way home to cope with the reality of this bitter heartache. She didn’t even know the guy, but she couldn’t help but wonder if there could have been something between the two of them, had she been a little more open and aggressive with him.

  But she was going to go home and eat raspberry white chocolate ice cream and think about how the only way to get a guy’s attention at places like this was to stick her tongue down his throat.

  No, she wasn’t going to do that to herself. She wasn’t going to believe that she had to be something sleazy and something easy to get a man to notice her. She shouldn’t have to lower herself just to get a man to pay attention to her. No, she wanted to be able to be herself and have a man notice her. That was the joy and the pleasure they got and she wanted it, too. She wanted to just be a normal person.

  She grabbed her clutch and turned away from the bar, giving up on all of this for the night. Maybe she’d come out with some friends in a few weeks, but it just wasn’t working for her that night. It was a total bust.

  “Please tell me you aren’t leaving,” a man said behind her as she spun and practically slammed into him. She stopped and stared at him wide eyed and he chuckled to himself. His voice was deep and smooth, the kind of voice that really dug into her and was resonating with her in every practical way. There was something that immediately burrowed under her skin and started to nest inside of her, something that really liked this man.

  “That’s what I get for waiting too long,” he said with a charming smile spreading across the right side of his face in a sort of crooked grin. “Should have been braver,” he said grimly.

  Shantal hadn’t even seen this man in the bar and honestly, she thought that she had looked this place over, but he had come out of nowhere, stepping out of the gloom and darkness with his perfect, handsome face and winning her over. There was something about his handsome face that made her really like him and wonder what he was doing wasting his time with her. There were so many other women out there that would have killed to be with him.

  His skin was pale, but his hair was dark; black hair that was so well styled that she immediately wanted to run her fingers through it. His strong jaw and tough looking chin was shaded with the stubble that showed up as a contrast to his pale skin. His eyes were dark and his cheekbones were sharp.

  There was something about him that felt powerful and unnatural to her, something alarming. She wanted to touch his face with her fingers, t
o gently brush her fingers over his features just to see if they were real.

  He was dressed in a modern style, but his clothes were unlike anything that she had ever seen before. It was almost impossible to put her fingers on what made him so elegant and yet so positively antiquated in the most handsome way ever.

  There was something about the style of the suit he was wearing that was different from everyone else’s here and unlike anything that she had ever seen before, but it was impossible to say what it was. His jacket had a high collar and he was wearing a vest that reminded her more of a waist coat than anything else, but she wasn’t sure what it was for sure. It just felt right for him though, unique and beautiful.

  His build was lean, but it was muscular beyond anything that she had seen or experienced before. There was something about his body and build that made her think he would look incredible shirtless. She could practically see his defined pecs, arms, shoulders, and abs through the clothing he was wearing and she liked it a lot. This was a man she wanted to spend some time getting to know.

  “I’m sorry to stop you if you’re leaving,” he said nervously, but his voice still sounding so charming that it was unbearable. “But, if you’re not, I was hoping that I could ask you to come have a drink with me. You’re the only person in this place who doesn’t seem absolutely desperate and dreadful. I’d love to share a drink with you, if you’re willing.”

  He gestured over to a table for two and she wondered where the heck this guy had been hiding the entire night. The fact that he didn’t think that she was desperate almost made her laugh, but she nodded to him like she’d completely forgotten how to speak. She felt like a total spaz and he grinned at her.