The Pixie Prince
by Lex Valentine
||Erotic Paranormal Romance
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Underwear supermodel Max Fever needs a new mattress. Inheriting the Pixie Prince title came with some baggage that he never thought would affect his sleep. During his hunt for a mattress he can lie on, an enigmatic waiter introduces Max to a woman with a space foam mattress. Bliss Wilde runs a vampire themed club called Carpe Noctem. Tragedies in her family's past have resigned her to the fact that her bloodmate may never turn up. When Max walks into her club eager to try out her mattress, he rocks her world. Discovering they are mates is easy. The hard part is figuring out how to overcome the issues of everyone around them so they can bond. Determined to have Bliss and a new mattress, Max sets out to win the most perfect woman in the world for the Pixie Prince.
The lines to get into Carpe Noctem were long. The VIP line roped off in red was much shorter. Max decided that was the line for him. However, the instant he got in the queue, one of the bouncers recognized him and beckoned to him.
“Yo! Max Fever!”
Max winced slightly at the nickname and went to the head of the line where the bouncer stamped his hand and let him inside. Rock music blared and Max shook his head, not used to his new sensitivity to sound.
At least they weren’t playing hip-hop, he thought as he headed toward the bar. All that bass would have killed him.
He found an empty spot at the bar and leaned over, yelling at the bartender, “Gimme a Guinness.”
The barkeep nodded and took down an ale glass. Moments, later a glass of dark chocolate-colored liquid sat in front of Max, the head forming as the stout settled. Max leaned on the bar and looked around at the patrons. Most were vampires, but a lot of other species were represented as well, including humans. He sipped his stout and crowd-watched, his eyes on the look out for Bliss.
The scent of caramel reached his nose at the exact same moment her smoky voiced words reached his ears. Instantly, his cock reared its head and made its demands known. Surreptitiously, Max rearranged himself so Bliss wouldn’t notice that he was already half hard. Then he turned to face her.
“I tried. I really did.”
She smiled at him sympathetically. Then she tilted her head toward the hidden door. “C’mon upstairs. Bring your drink.”
He followed her through the crowd, wishing there weren’t so many people. He would have liked to watch her ass as he had earlier in the day. She held the door open and he slipped in. She locked it behind them and led the way up the stairs.
Max could have sighed with pleasure. The sight of her taut ass in plain black slacks did something to him. In his head, he had visions of bending her over while his hands stroked over those full curves and his lips teased her neck.
Suppressing a shudder of lust, he stepped into her living room, watching as she tossed her keys onto the coffee table. She walked into the tiny galley kitchen and opened the refrigerator, taking out a bottle of water. She leaned against the stove, sipping the water and looking at him as he took a seat at the breakfast bar.
“I have two brothers. I love them dearly, but sometimes, I can’t live with them,” she said on a sigh. “I escape here when that happens. It’s really no hardship for me if you’d like to sleep here while you’re waiting for your mattress to arrive.”
Max shook his head. “I don’t want to imposition you.” Inside, he was thinking, Fuck, yeah. Let me in your bed, baby. Maybe then I can persuade you to join me there…
Bliss chuckled. “I just told you it wouldn’t be an imposition. I rarely stay here as you can tell by the layer of dust on everything.”
“I’m a stranger. What if I’m some kinda pervert or axe murderer?” He fingered the rim of his glass as he watched her.
She laughed. “I could use a healthy, normal pervert in my life. I get all the drunk, obnoxious perverts who want me to suck their blood.” She grimaced. “And I’ve known Marty a couple of years now. He’s a good judge of character and a good person. He wouldn’t have brought you here if he thought you were dangerous.”
Max pondered her words for a moment. Healthy, normal pervert? Did she mean what he thought she meant by that? Because if she meant that she needed someone to jump her bones, he was definitely her man.
Before he could work up the nerve to ask her that, she pushed away from the stove and walked into the bedroom. Heart thumping painfully, Max got up and followed her. She turned back the bed. His head spun with erotic ideas.
“The sheets are freshly laundered. There are towels in the bathroom.” She straightened and gestured toward an open door. “There’s food and drink in the refrigerator. You can even call Marty at the restaurant, and he’ll bring you something if you’re hungry. He does for me all the time.”
Deciding that it was time for him to stop being a nice guy who never asked for anything he wanted, Max reached out and wrapped a hand around her upper arm. The feel of her warm, silky skin beneath his fingers sent his lust soaring up a notch.
“Bliss,” he murmured, staring down at her pink lips. “What I want has nothing to do with eating…”
Max LeFevre is a world famous underwear model and he needs his sleep in order to look good for his photo shoots. But ever since he inherited the title of Pixie Prince he hasn't slept a wink, not because of stress, but because the wings that come with the title are really uncomfortable. He has dragged his best friend, Alexa Harte, to every mattress store in town trying to find a new bed, but no luck. Fate steps in when Marty, the waiter at their favorite restaurant, mentions a space foam mattress that a friend of his owns. Willing to try anything, Max arranges to meet Bliss Wilde and try the mattress; one minute is all he needs to know that it is just what he's been looking for.
Bellisandra Wilde is the owner of the vampire club Carpe Noctum. When Marty calls asking if he could bring a friend over to look at her space mattress, she's more than willing to help especially when the "friend" turns out to be Max Fever, her favorite male underwear model. When Max and Bell realize that they are bloodmates, everything seems to be falling into place, but can these two get past the hard lessons that fate has taught their loved ones?
Okay, The Pixie Prince is a hilarious twist on the Princess and the Pea. I loved the characters and the dialogue. The emotion seemed to flow off the page and the ending just made me want the next in the series. A great job by Ms. Valentine, I'll be looking for Alexa's story.
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