From the moment Dara Bright walks through the thick foliage into Mountkeyne Woods, she's nagged by the knowledge that something isn't quite right with the place.
Disoriented, she quickly loses track of the tour guide and things go from strange to downright bizarre. Fairies and magical lust-inducing mushrooms are only the beginning. Lost in an enchanted forest, at the mercy of a sexy Irish vampire, Dara must come
to terms with her own longings and her grip on reality.
One night is all she has. But when dawn breaks over Mountkeyene Woods, Getting (and keeping) Lucky won't be as easy as Dara imagines. Because seven loyal, angry fairies stand in her way...
It's no secret that I'm a devoted Lacey Savage fan. She's one of those authors who always delivers an enjoyable book, no matter the story or the characters. In Getting Lucky she pens the hottest book I've read of hers to date. The passion between Lucky and Dara is instantaneous and rages with a fire hot enough to burn the pages. They are well matched, not only in temperament but also in sexual needs, and each time they come together is hotter than one before. However, this book isn't just one long sexual fantasy. As always, Ms. Savage includes an emotional connection between her characters that makes the sex that much more meaningful. My only disappointment is that this book wasn't longer. I'd have dearly loved more time with Lucky, Dara and the charming, eccentric fairies. Perhaps Ms. Savage will return in a later story to that enchanted Irish forest. I wouldn't mind taking a trip there myself!" -- Madeline, Reviewer for Joyfully Reviewed
Excerpt
Lucky had always believed a man's greatest strength was also his greatest weakness. In Lucky's case, his excessive
patience had driven him to the brink of starvation more than once since being turned over a century ago, and threatened to do so again. On the other hand, women seemed to love that particular trait, and the one moaning and writhing beneath his ministrations now was no exception.
The fairy lay on her back on a plump black satin pillow, her legs spread wide, her heels close to her ass. She arched her back as Lucky carefully slid the thimble-sized dildo inside her juicy cunt. Her body jolted as he reached up to caress her sensitive clit with the tip of his finger, knowing just how much pressure to apply to drive her over the edge.
A hundred years of practice had given him all the experience he needed.
Lucky's cock grew harder and he sighed, thinking back with longing at everything he gave up to live like a recluse in the middle of the forest. Every few months, he toyed with the idea of going back for a day or two, just long enough to fuck until
his balls drained of all that pent-up frustration.
But going back meant giving in to Victor and his clan, and he'd decided long ago that he'd rather spend eternity without another pussy wrapped around his cock than throw his lot in with modern vampires who killed for pleasure.
Victor and his companion, whose name Lucky had never bothered to learn, left him in the alley that night, almost completely drained of blood and entirely delirious.
He might have died, if not for the fairies. He thought he was hallucinating when they swarmed around him, their wings sending bright sprinkles of light dancing through the night air. Somehow, he'd managed to stand and follow them until he stumbled into an abandoned warehouse just as the first rays of dawn streaked red tendrils of sunlight over the horizon. There, he spent the following week coping with the sudden bloodlust by ridding the city of an unwelcome uprising in the rat population.
Eventually, when he'd built up his strength enough to leave Dublin, the fairies once again came to his rescue. They led him here, to a cabin in Mountkeyne Woods, and over the years they'd fallen into a comfortable, if unusual, arrangement. It had
taken him decades to bring himself to taste human blood, but he found the gesture came easily. Fangs sank into the sinewy muscles and soft flesh of the throat as if they offered no barrier, and the taste was...divine.
Yet Lucky had vowed he'd never become like Victor, and he'd kept that promise. Never had he killed a human, or even drained them of more than the minimum amount of blood he needed to survive. In the morning, he sent them away, oblivious of the night's
events or the reality of what had taken place inside his small cabin.
The fairy moaned, bringing Lucky's attention back to her needy cunt. Slick with arousal, her creamy skin shone as lamplight spilled over her small body.
"More," she urged, her breathing quick and uneven.
"As you wish." Lucky grinned and pulled the toy out from within her slick folds, then trailed it over her thin, narrow slit, making her shiver. He used his other thumb to circle the outside of her tiny nipple.
"Would you hurry up?" another fairy said, hovering close to the pillow. Two others sat on the kitchen counter cross-legged, their eyes sparkling with barely contained lust. "The rest of us are waiting here."
"You can't rush this sort of thing," Lucky said, trying to hide a smirk. In truth, he could have let the fairy reach climax hours ago. But as he'd learned over the years, when it came to sex, patience really was a virtue.
"What if dinner arrives?" one of the fairies sitting on the counter asked, her gaze never leaving her friend's glistening pussy.
"Dinner hasn't arrived in months. What makes you think they'll be successful this time?"
"Because you might...stop...this," the Sidhe trembling on the pillow answered.
Lucky laughed, gradually inserting the tiny cock back into her pussy. "You haven't found me someone to feed on in a very long time, and yet I make sure you leave the cottage satisfied, night after night."
"Why?" The word sounded more like a choked gasp as he fed the entire dildo into her clenching sex.
"Because it's as pleasurable for me as it is for you."
Well, maybe not quite.
But in the absence of any other prospects, it was as close to any real pleasure as he was likely to get. Besides, there was something infinitely rewarding about delivering orgasms on a nightly basis.
The fairy pulled her knees up to her chest, giving him total access to her lush, pink quim. Lucky thrust the plastic cock inside her, filling her. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, the slightest moan escaping her throat.
Her body began to tremble, and this time, Lucky didn't try to stop it. He plunged the cock in and out of her pussy as the orgasm rippled through her body, tightening her nipples and making her cry out. He left the dildo hovering at the opening to
her cunt as her body relaxed, then nudged it slightly to give her another jolt of exquisite delight. Liquid silk spilled from her pussy, staining the fabric with her pleasure.
When she rose on her elbows, the other fairies dove for the pillow, all but violently shoving her out of the way.
Amid shouts of, "Me next! No, me!" the door swung open.
Lucky set the dildo aside and cast a half-interested glance over his shoulder, expecting to see the remaining Sidhe returning in defeat, as they had every night for the past three months. They fluttered through the open door, one by one, and Lucky's brief hopes fell.
"What kind of fairies can't trick a tourist into being dinner?" he asked, trying to keep the resentment out of his voice and failing miserably. They'd had this discussion hundreds of times and, really, it wasn't their fault. This was the off-season in
a world wrought by terror and fear. Tourists came in small clusters and stayed close to one another, never giving the fairies a chance to approach. Still, naked women, even those under a foot tall, stood a much better chance of convincing an unwary traveler to follow them quietly than a six-foot-two vampire.
The door squeaked as it opened a little farther.. Lucky waited, unable to breathe, unwilling to hope.
When the stranger strolled through, Lucky's semi-soft cock hardened in an instant. Desire shot through his veins and into his groin, so sudden and fierce that for a moment, he couldn't think of anything but the goddess who had just walked into his
cottage.
Her short yellow sundress clung to every luscious curve, outlining perky breasts and pointy nipples, wide hips, a small waist and firm, long legs that could wrap around a man and milk him to exhaustion. The bright color set off her creamy chocolate-mocha
skin, and her brown hair hung in tight curls that dipped to, but barely touched, her bare shoulders.
"Wow," he murmured, watching her as she scanned the inside of his tiny cottage, her gaze skimming over the one-room entry chamber that doubled as kitchen, dining room and living room.
Her eyes widened when she caught sight of him, and a slow, sensual smile spread over her features. "This illusion
just gets better and better."
Before he could ask what she meant, she strode toward him, a determined, relentless look on her features. She didn't stop a few inches away, but pressed her lush, curvaceous body against his, wrapped her hand in his hair and tugged until his mouth
hovered just within reach of hers.
Lucky's head reeled with the fragrant, irresistible scent of her body. The sweet aroma of fresh, young blood mingled with the faint traces of expensive perfume and her unmistakable arousal.
"Just what I've always wanted," she whispered, her breath fanning his mouth. "My own lucky Irish charm."
Getting Lucky
Genre: Dark Fantasy / Vampire / Fantasy / Magic / Multiple Partners / Group Sex / Interracial / Multicultural