Tarak

The Masters: Tarak Kate Hill All rights reserved.

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The Masters: Tarak Kate Hill When Deva leaves Tarak after a thousand-year marriage, he returns to his master at Sunlight of the Soul and becomes a Master of Ecstasy. Though he hasn’t lost his magnetism and skills in the ways of love, his heart is cold without Deva. To his surprise, she follows him to Sunlight of the Soul and asks him to guide her through the sexual gantlet. Knowing her, he realizes her point might not be to rekindle their love, but to prove that they should make their split permanent. Even so, he vows that by the end of their night together, she will be begging him to take her back.

Chapter One Tarak watched his hand glide over the woman’s smooth, dark belly while his other hand worked the black phallus inside her. Deva loved it when he warmed her up using sex toys. Anything that added a bit of kink to their love play excited her, made her deep brown eyes glitter with lust and strengthened her scent so that the irresistible feminine musk emanated from her pores. He sped his motions, teasing her with the phallus as he imagined claiming his Deva with fast, hard thrusts of his steely cock. Tormented by unfulfilled passion, he made the woman beneath him suffer just as desperately, stopping his motions when she neared her climax and making her wait before driving her toward it again. She writhed, her body straining against the ties that fastened her hands and feet to the floor. As she arched and thrust her hips, the black mat beneath her shone wet from sweat and the carnal juices dripping from her pussy. She remained silent, not making a sound since this room was known as the Chamber of Endurance, the third and final section of the sexual gantlet. People traveled from all over the world to test their erotic skills at the vampire haven Sunlight of the Soul. There Masters of Ecstasy guided willing donors through a heart-pounding journey of lovemaking and blood sharing called the sexual gantlet. Sunlight of the Soul was owned by Master Ivan, an ancient and respected vampire -- also Tarak’s blood father. Though Ivan had been the one to introduce Tarak to vampiric life, it was Tarak who had perfected Ivan’s sexual skills. When they had met in India over a thousand years ago, Ivan had been an incomparable warrior, but knew little of pleasure. Tarak had showed him that there was more to do with a woman than six-thrust, man-on-top sex and Ivan had been a surprisingly eager student. He taught

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Tarak everything about vampires and battle, and Tarak showed the stern warrior pleasures of the flesh. Centuries later, when Ivan founded Sunlight of the Soul, Tarak was proud to know his blood father had incorporated many of the carnal skills he’d learned when training the Masters of Ecstasy to guide donors through the sexual gantlet. He never would have thought he’d end up living at the vampire haven, once again under the protection of Master Ivan. Only now it wasn’t his unskilled fledgling body that needed protection, but his recently broken heart. His beautiful mate of a thousand years had left him. Deva wanted to be on her own. Clenching his teeth in anger, he worked the phallus faster inside the writhing vampiress. Her legs trembled and her full breasts shook as she panted hard, her nostrils flaring and lips working around the ball gag fastened in her mouth. Though he was careful not to take his anger out on her by causing pain, he teased her mercilessly at the end of an already difficult session. Though she was a pretty vampiress, with chiseled features, delicious curves, and long, dark hair -- just as he preferred it -- she wasn’t Deva. No woman could ever take Deva’s place, or arouse him like she did. Still working the phallus, he stroked through the dark, wiry hair between the woman’s legs then rubbed his fingers over her swollen clit. She came so hard that for a moment he thought her vampiric strength might break her bonds, but they held as she strained and thrashed, sweat shining on her body and tendons standing out in her arching neck. Though no one was allowed to utter a sound in the Chamber of Endurance, the slightest moan escaped her throat, but at the moment he didn’t care. He was just glad the session was finally over. He sighed deeply. Whoever would have thought he, of all people, would grow bored of sex? But without Deva, it meant little to him.

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The woman finally collapsed in a swoon and he efficiently removed the gag and unfastened her bonds, leaving her to be cleaned up and escorted back to her room by an assistant to the Masters. He washed his hands in a black pedestal sink across the room, then left. Glancing down at the front of his black leather pants, he considered how he hadn’t even needed to use a cock ring, though he’d spent the entire night engaged in sex play with the donor. The only time he’d achieved a sizeable erection had been when he’d thought about Deva. Even when he’d taken the donor’s blood, he’d tried to think of her, but the taste had been all wrong. No one had ever tasted as strong and sweet as -He shook his head and snarled. No doubt he was obsessed. Maybe he’d always been too obsessed with her. Perhaps she had become spoiled from too much attention. Old mortal friends back when they’d married had suggested it was good to keep a woman in her place. Yet from the moment Tarak and Deva met he had been so in love with her that he’d wanted nothing more than to please her. According to modern television and magazines, women wanted such a man. Was he not the perfect male? Attractive, attentive, and well-to-do? So he had an enormous sexual appetite -- or at least he used to. He had never cheated on Deva, had never wanted to. She had been the one to suggest they try a ménage, just to add flavor to their relationship. After that everything had gone downhill, and several months ago she had suggested they separate. The very thought infuriated him. She was his woman. His. And he’d let her know he had no intention of giving up something that belonged to him. To his surprise, the crazy woman had fled. Left him a damn note. Him! A descendent of one of the oldest most respected families in his country. Worst of all, when she left she had somehow taken his passion with her. Even Sunlight of the Soul hadn’t restored it. In his suite, he showered and was about to eat dinner when his phone rang. He picked it up and said, “Hello?”

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“Tarak, I want to speak to you. Please come to my suite,” Master Ivan said in his deep, smooth voice. That was something Tarak had long ago told Ivan was one of his biggest powers of seduction. Few men had a voice like Ivan’s. Not that Tarak was attracted to other men, but he noticed all people, regardless of their sex. Keen observation was one of his greatest strengths, which is why it annoyed him so much that Deva’s desire for a separation had taken him by surprise. “I’ll be right there,” Tarak said and hung up the phone. He made his way to Ivan’s suite, noting that as usual it was dimly lit. The Spartan décor was not to Tarak’s taste, but it was a perfect reflection of Ivan. His blood father greeted him and guided him to his den where Ivan sat behind his desk while Tarak took one of the leather seats across from it. “You have earned quite a reputation for yourself among the donors,” Ivan began, his piercing blue-gray gaze fixed on Tarak. “Though you’ve been here just a short time.” “You know I’ve always had a talent for the sort of activities required of your Masters of Ecstasy.” “Yes. I also understand you haven’t been enjoying your job as much as you should.” Tarak froze. “How do you know that? It is my understanding there are no hidden cameras in the chambers and all donors are forbidden to discuss what happens there.” Ivan touched a hand to his temple. “I’m afraid telepathy has never been your strongest skill, in particular the art of keeping your blood father out of your mind.” Tarak’s hands gripped the chair arms and he growled deep in his throat. Usually he showed Ivan the utmost respect, but such an invasion of privacy was asking too much, even for someone as easygoing as Tarak. “How dare you --” “Before you fly into a rage, let me explain. You came here to forget Deva, did you not?” “Not exactly. I will never forget her. She is part of my heart, my soul --”

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“Your melodrama?” Ivan muttered under his breath, but before Tarak could rebut, he spoke louder, “You wanted to recapture the man you were before your thousand-year marriage. For some reason, you have not been able to do that. Before I’m saddled with you for a century, I would like to know why.” “Saddled? With all due respect, I have brought many donors to your shabby little inn.” “I’ll let that slide,” Ivan said, far too smoothly for Tarak’s taste. He truly didn’t want to anger Ivan, just goad him a little. “I realize that taking you on as a Master of Ecstasy has been profitable. I know few, if any, compare with your skills in the ways of physical love. However, you have lost the ability to make yourself happy. When a vampire loses interest in life itself, then --” “I miss her. I know you’ve always been the cold, heartless warrior, but can you at least understand what it means for a man to miss his wife?” “Of course I can,” Ivan said curtly. “If she is the reason you haven’t sated your lust with the donors --” “I have given them everything promised in the gantlet and more.” “For the last time, clean out your ears, Tarak. I am not referring to them, but to you. Have you or have you not climaxed since you’ve been here?” He raised his eyes to the heavens and sighed. “No. I have not had the desire.” “And this is normal?” “I have been what modern women call a sex god for over a thousand years. Maybe I need a break.” “Really?” Ivan lifted an eyebrow. “Then I suppose telling you I have a donor who will pleasure you beyond belief means nothing to you?” Though this piqued Tarak’s interest, he shrugged indifferently. “Who is this allegedly wondrous donor?” Ivan took a slip of familiar black paper from a drawer and slid it across the top of the desk toward Tarak. Donors wishing to arrange a meeting with a Master of Ecstasy were interviewed, then shown to a room filled with portraits of the Masters and told to

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select the ones they wished to guide them through the sexual gantlet. The names were written on these black slips of paper. Then the Masters viewed taped interviews of the donors to decide whether or not they would accept them. Tarak unfolded the paper and felt his stomach lurch and his pulse skip. Deva’s name was at the top of the paper and beneath it, written in her bold hand and underlined three times, was his name. She wished him to guide her through the sexual gantlet. He glanced toward Ivan who studied him carefully. “She is here, Ivan? At Sunlight of the Soul? Why have I not caught her scent?” “Because she came when you were away over the weekend. She’s not staying here at the moment, but intends to return once you’ve accepted her. I assume you will consent to guide her through the gantlet?” Narrowing his eyes, Tarak leaned back in the chair, his fingers caressing the paper that, mere days ago, had rested in Deva’s hands. Why was she doing this? Was it because she missed him too and wanted to get back together? Probably not. As angry as she’d been, and as vindictive as Deva could be, she most likely wanted to use this time to tell him she was never coming back. That they should part for good. He sighed. Either way he couldn’t avoid her forever. “Well?” Ivan asked. “I will accept her. Under the usual conditions, of course,” Tarak stated. That meant she would endure the gantlet and while there obey his every command. If she was going to tease him, she would suffer for it as well. Even so, the thought of being with her again had his heart pounding quick as a mortal’s and his cock aching with need. “If you intend to toy with her, you’d better get control of yourself,” Ivan said with a hint of disgust. “As it is, I’ll need to open all the windows and use some of Gideon’s heavy-duty incense to eliminate the scent of your lust from my rooms.”

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Gideon, Ivan’s companion of eight centuries, was probably the only person in existence to truly reach his heart. Ivan never spent extended periods of time with anyone, even his blood children. Only Gideon had been allowed to stay by his side for century after century. “I am in control,” Tarak stated, then raised his eyes to the heavens upon hearing the edge to his own voice. “Or I will be by the time she arrives.” “Good. Maybe once you two see each other and settle things all this nonsense will end.” Tarak stood and walked to the door, willing his heartbeat as well as his cock into submission. By the time Deva arrived he would be calm and cool. If she thought him too eager to please, then she would see he had changed. The insolent, annoying, luscious woman would feel the power of a Master of Ecstasy. Even if she was coming to break up with him forever, by the time the sexual gantlet ended, she would be begging him to take her back.

*** During the drive to Sunlight of the Soul, Deva’s thoughts spun. She and Tarak had only been apart for a few months, but already she missed him desperately. One would think after a thousand years she’d be glad to be free for the first time in her life. First she had been under her family’s control, then Tarak’s. Yet she hadn’t fled because she was unhappy or bored with Tarak, but because she was sick and tired of his attitude. At first his arrogance had attracted her. In her mortal days, a kind, powerful man was the ultimate gift for a woman. Tarak was certainly powerful. He was also attractive and confident. Though never cruel to those undeserving of his wrath, he still had an alpha male personality that Deva found incredibly arousing. Unfortunately the drawbacks to his type of male were as overpowering as the assets. He usually gave her a free rein to do what she wanted, but that freedom should not have been granted by him. It should be innately hers, not a “gift” from her “keeper.”

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She and Tarak had spent most of their lives in the Far East. When they met, she had been a young mortal woman. They had fallen in love at first sight, and he had been tireless in persuading her father for her hand. Only after they married did she learn of his vampirism and accepted the Change from him without argument. She had never regretted the decision, but in some ways she did consider herself foolish for not waiting so long to question Tarak’s authority regarding everything. Looking back, she wondered if he had deliberately kept her in seclusion so she couldn’t see how much some other women had progressed. Only when his business brought them to the cities of the west did she see both women and men in a different light. What Tarak considered indulgences were now women’s basic rights. Her husband had always treated her with kindness and love, but he still believed he was superior simply because he possessed a cock. That wasn’t necessarily a vampiric trait. Among their kind, women could wield power, or so she’d slowly learned over time. She continued to allow Tarak to believe he was in control because she loved him. Then something inside her turned toward rebellion, in particular regarding lovemaking and blood sharing. For some reason he felt he should always initiate both acts. While his voracious appetite kept her satisfied, there were times when she wanted to be the aggressor. That was when she’d suggested taking on a third partner. Tarak loved sex and wanted it often, so she’d assumed he’d like the idea of some variety and she would enjoy another partner who didn’t mind if she exercised her dominance once in a while. The idea had only driven Tarak into uncharacteristic fits of anger and jealousy, pushing them further apart instead of mending their relationship. Frustrated beyond belief, Deva had left him. Some female friends she had been staying with suggested she talk to him about what was bothering her -- no sparing of feelings. It seemed brutal honesty was the only way to save their marriage. Perhaps they were right, for she didn’t want to lose Tarak forever. In spite of everything, she still loved him deeply.

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So here she was, on her way to Sunlight of the Soul. She chuckled at the thought of enduring the “sexual gantlet” with the man who had taught her what sex was. Yet it would give her the opportunity to feel him out -- and feel him up. She’d missed that more than she could describe. How many nights had she lay in bed, touching herself and pretending it was Tarak’s hands on her body. No one had ever aroused her as much as that sweet, frustrating, arrogant jackass. Then a horrible thought struck her. What if he no longer wanted her back? Perhaps he was enjoying the bachelor’s life after a millennia of marriage. He had returned to his blood father and become a Master of Ecstasy. She chuckled at the title. He had always been her Master of Ecstasy. Her smile faded when she thought about how many donors he had made love with since their separation. Yes, they had both taken blood from others over the centuries, but aside from their attempt at a ménage, lovemaking had been just between the two of them. Maybe he was enjoying the variety. Deva’s hands tightened on the steering wheel and she tossed her long, black hair. She’d just have to remind him who his soulmate was. Tonight, the sexual gantlet would take on an entirely new meaning for a certain Master of Ecstasy because no one knew Tarak like she did and she defied anyone to please him more.

Chapter Two Deva finally arrived at Sunlight of the Soul and went to her room. Her appointment with Tarak began at ten o’clock, and while she could hardly wait to see him, she didn’t want to appear too eager. She took her time preparing. After a long, hot shower, she smoothed scented lotion on her skin. It took a long time to dry her thick, waist-length black hair, but it was one of her best features. Tarak loved her hair, so she left it flowing freely over her shoulders and down her back. She slipped into a gold satin bra, matching panties, and strappy gold high-heeled sandals. She’d painted her toenails and long fingernails burgundy to match the satin robe she slid on and belted at her waist. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she smiled and drew a deep breath. Now she was ready. The clock by the bed told her it was five past ten. Perfect. After dabbing on a bit of perfume, she took the elevator to the third floor. As she’d been instructed, she walked to the room labeled See No Evil. The first chamber of the sexual gantlet. The faint aroma of rose-scented incense drifted though the crack under the door and she detected the sound of soft flute music. She cleared her throat and tapped on the door. Almost immediately it opened and her heart skipped a beat as she faced Tarak. Have mercy, the man still turned her on more than anyone. He was so much taller than her that she had to tilt her head to meet his dark gaze. Lean yet well-muscled, he reminded her of a sleek cat. At the moment he wore only black boots and snug jeans with a sexy tear in the thigh. His broad, dark-skinned chest beckoned her to touch it, but she clenched her hands into fists and forced herself to remain in control.

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“You’re late,” Tarak stated, his deep, husky voice sending a delightful quiver down her spine. “I wanted to make certain I was presentable.” “You do not keep a Master of Ecstasy waiting,” he said curtly. In spite of her irritation, Deva smiled seductively and took a step closer. “Does that mean you’re going to punish me?” “Be careful, Deva. This is not a game. Once you enter this chamber, you will be under my control and obey my commands. “ “Hmm.” She narrowed her eyes, then trailed a fingertip along his taut belly, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her touch. “Sounds like our marriage.” Ignoring her, he continued, “Now is your only chance to leave if you do not intend to conform to the rules.” Tarak curled his lip, grasped her hand and removed it from his chest. “I should have known you wouldn’t take this seriously.” “All right. I’m sorry.” She forced the smile from her face and stood at attention. “I agree to your rules.” He gazed at her for a long moment and her stomach clenched with desire. Tarak’s intense dark eyes never failed to seduce her, which was why she’d fled their marriage without talking to him. If she had told him face-to-face that she wanted a separation, he would have given her “the look” and she’d have weakened. The man had a power over her and by the strong, delicious scent of his arousal and the emotions gleaming in his eyes, she still wielded power over him as well. While she had never doubted their lust -- and love -- for each other, would they be able to come to an agreement and once again live a happy life? Perhaps she was getting ahead of herself. One step at a time. He tugged a black silk scarf from the back pocket of his jeans. “This is the Chamber of Darkness. Turn around.” She did as he asked and he fastened the scarf over her eyes, leaving her in darkness. Actually it was better this way. Now she wouldn’t have to look at him.

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Slowly he unfastened her sash and slid off her robe. His strong, sinewy arms slid around her waist and his chin brushed her shoulder. Damn. This was worse than a look. Her entire body tingled at his touch and her heart beat faster. “It’s strange what six months apart can do, isn’t it, Tarak?” she asked softly and placed her hands on his forearms, stroking gently and relishing the feel of his warm flesh. “I feel like we’re young again.” “I don’t know,” he said into her ear, his voice low and husky. “You’re much more attractive than the naïve young girl from so long ago.” “I think you preferred the young girl. She was easier to control.” Dropping his hold on her, he sighed in exasperation. “Deva, my first command is there will be no arguments in this chamber.” “I wasn’t arguing. I was merely stating --” “Be quiet and come with me.” He grasped her arm and guided her inside, closing the door behind them. He led her across the room until her feet nudged something soft. “There is a large cushion in front of you. Lie on it.” She knelt and slowly stretched out on her back atop the enormous satin pillow. Beneath the blindfold, she closed her eyes, yet in spite of the soothing music and the intimacy of being blindfolded, she felt anything but relaxed. Filled with lust and anticipation, she couldn’t stop her heart from racing. Her clit already buzzed just from Tarak’s nearness, and her nipples tightened, pressing against the smooth material of her bra. “Are you excited?” he asked, unfastening her bra and slipping it off. He snapped her wrists into cuffs embedded in the floor and stroked her legs before removing her panties. “Do you hope I am?” she asked with a smile. Something between a laugh and a growl rumbled in his chest, sending a jolt of desire through her. Once she was bound, spread-eagle, she heard him walk across the room.

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She thought a man she’d known for a thousand years couldn’t surprise her, but this bondage scenario was new. It seemed even a sex connoisseur like Tarak had picked up a few things at Sunlight of the Soul. He had prided himself in teaching Master Ivan about the finer points of pleasure. Apparently he’d expanded his education enough to add flavor to Tarak’s recipes. Before she could contemplate further, he knelt beside her and touched his fingers, slick with scented oil, to her temples. He massaged gently down the sides of her face to her jaw line. His hands rubbed the oil into her shoulders and along her arms. When he reached her breasts, he moved even slower, rubbing in gentle circles while intermittently squeezing the soft, sensitive mounds. She moaned softly, her clit tingling with desire. It seemed like forever since he’d touched her like this. They had been together long enough for him to know exactly what she wanted and he never failed to please her. At least not in bed. No. She would not allow anything to ruin this moment. “I agree,” he said softly, his long, slender fingers plucking her nipples and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. “There is no place for arguments within these chambers.” “You read my mind?” she gasped, torn between desire and annoyance. “How dare you without my permission?” What angered her most was that he was still able to slip into her mind undetected. She was one of the few vampires worse at mind control than he was -- at least according to Master Ivan. “I’m afraid old habits die hard,” he said. “I have been accustomed to slipping into your mind when we make love. You never complained before.” “You never asked. Like most things in our marriage, Tarak, you made the decision on your own.” “Don’t fight with me,” he said, his slender hands caressing her belly and hips. He wove his fingers through her thatch of pubic hair and gently trailed them over her clit -- not exactly a caress, but a tease. “Now is for pleasure. There will be time later for pain.”

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“Sounds interesting,” she admitted. And as much as she wanted to disagree with him, he was right. She hadn’t come here to fight, but to remind him about what he was missing. What they were missing since they’d been apart. “All right,” she breathed, “you’re the Master of Ecstasy.” He sighed in exasperation. “Deva, you are the only person who can mock that title merely by speaking it.” “I didn’t mean to,” she replied honestly. “There was a time when you didn’t need such a title. You --” He covered her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue thrust between her lips, its heat and warmth teasing and exploring. While his mouth kept hers busy, he cupped her soft mound and rubbed gently, then thrust two fingers inside her while his thumb rolled over her clit. Moaning softly, Deva responded to his kiss. If she hadn’t been lying down already, she might have fallen from the raw pleasure of being kissed and touched by him. Almost every night since they’d parted, she dreamed of being in his arms. How many times had she caressed herself to orgasm while imagining his hands and mouth upon her? She had left him to exercise her independence, but had spent most of her time longing for him. It was terrible, this nagging desire and burning love for Tarak. Did he feel the same about her? Yes, she aroused him. She didn’t need him to tell her that in words. His scent and the brush of his stiff cock against her revealed his desire, yet did he love her enough to curb his arrogance and allow her the freedom she deserved? Her thoughts melted into pure sensation as he kissed his way down her body. Lapping her inner thighs, he reached up to pinch and roll her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Deva cried out sharply with pleasure when he covered her clit with his mouth and lapped with gentle upward strokes, his warm, wet tongue sweeping over the swollen, ultra-sensitive flesh.

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To her delight, he didn’t make her wait, but licked her to climax. While she was still quivering in the aftermath, he frantically released her from her bonds and covered her body with his. “Hell, Deva, it’s been too long,” he panted against her lips. “Yes. Oh, yes, Tarak --” Again he silenced her with a kiss. Not just an average kiss, but one with lots of tongue and fangs. Purring with desire, she followed his lead, using her sharp teeth to pierce his lips and tongue so his blood mingled with hers. That’s how it had always been. A joining of hearts and blood. Her Tarak. Her husband and her vampiric Creator. At some point he must have either removed or pulled down his jeans because she felt the tip of his bulging cock pushing against her drenched pussy. She thrust her hips upward as he lunged down, burying himself to the hilt. Once again overcome by desire, she wrapped her legs around his waist in a hold that would have strangled a mortal. His growls mingled with her moans of pleasure as their hips jerked to the same heartfelt rhythm and their pulses throbbed in unison. Months of pent-up desire burst forth and he fucked her fast and hard, driving her into another fierce orgasm. Instead of exploding along with her, he paused a moment, his powerful body straining and breath rasping in her ear as her pussy pulsed around his swollen cock. She knew the pleasure must have been indescribable, yet Tarak somehow managed to control his desire. As she relaxed in the aftermath, he remained atop her, his cock nestled inside her hot, wet pussy. Are you still here, Tarak? Then she felt him inside her mind, his almost painful need and his love for her, as strong as ever. I’m here, my beloved Deva. Please take your pleasure. I want to feel you come inside me and I want you to take my blood. I want to know I still please you.

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God, Deva, you’re the only woman who has ever truly pleased me. The only woman I’ve ever wanted. Please, Tarak, she thought, then whispered aloud, “Please, my love.” With an almost savage growl, he began thrusting even faster and harder than before. Deva’s hands roamed over his shoulders and back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his hot, sweat-dampened flesh. Then she felt his fangs pierce her neck and another orgasm struck her with the force of a tidal wave. A rush of memories accompanied the hot, throbbing pleasure. She and Tarak on their wedding night, making love in their bedroom as a warm breeze caressed them through an open window. The night Tarak took her blood for the first time, his mind joined with hers as they shared pleasure in every way. Tarak making her a vampire, the pleasure and the pain. Deva! His telepathic voice cried out to her, his hips jerking and body straining as he exploded. Through their linked thoughts, she experienced his pleasure along with her own. “Tarak, my dearest husband,” she murmured, her hands soothing him as he relaxed atop her, his ragged breathing slowing to normal. After a moment he moved from the pillow and she heard water running across the room. When he rejoined her, he gently ran a warm, damp washcloth over her, paying careful attention to the sensitive flesh between her legs, then he dried her off just as tenderly. She reached for her blindfold, but he grasped he wrists. “No. The blindfold stays on in this chamber.” “But --” “Deva. You knew the rules when you entered.” “I hear Masters of Ecstasy punish disobedient donors,” she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. “Do you actually want to be punished?” He sounded surprised.

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“That depends,” she said, her stomach tightening with desire. “If I asked for a little spanking, would you comply?” “A spanking? Doesn’t that go against the principles of the modern woman?” “That shows how little you know about modern women,” she scoffed. “There is a difference between a man forcing a woman and a woman asking for a little flavor in the bedroom.” She could almost feel his outrage. “One thing I don’t need is someone to tell me how to add flavor in the bedroom.” Before she could respond, he grasped her arm, tugged her across his lap and smacked her rump hard enough to sting. “Here’s your spanking, you incorrigible woman. When I’m finished with your suggestion, then we will try my idea of punishment and you can decide which you like better.” “Interesting,” Deva said, a giggle in her voice. He slapped her ass again, not hard enough to cause actual pain, though it stung enough for her to feel it. As his palm struck her bottom over and over, she felt his cock stiffen and through their mingled thoughts sensed his increasing arousal. Nice tight ass, he thought, striking it once again, then smoothing his hand over the hot, stinging flesh. So smooth and beautiful. Fuckable. “I like that you still think I’m fuckable,” she said in a husky voice, her clit throbbing and pussy wet with desire. “You’re the most fuckable woman I’ve ever known.” He pushed her off his lap and positioned her on her hands and knees. “I’ll show you how much. Stay there.” “I won’t move,” she breathed, her entire body throbbing with anticipation. Damn, this was exciting. She had needed a session like this for so long. Playing with herself while imagining Tarak wasn’t nearly as good as having him claim her for real. Moments later, he grasped her hips and she felt his cock slide into her pussy. Animal-like, he took her from behind. Panting and moaning with pleasure, Deva thrust her ass toward him while her fingers clutched the cushion.

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Reaching around with one hand, Tarak fondled her clit, almost flinging her into another orgasm. He stopped moving entirely just before she tumbled over the edge. “What are you doing?” she gasped. “I’m almost there.” “Exactly. This is my idea of punishment. I’m going to make you wait until you beg me to keep fucking you.” “I’m begging,” she said. “Not good enough. I must be convinced you can stand no more.” “Tarak!” she snapped, frustrated and aroused at the same time. She grinned. “I think I like this game.” “Game? We’ll see if you call it a game in an hour or so.” Deva’s smile faded. “There is no way you’ll tease me for an hour. Not only don’t you have the willpower, but I won’t be able to control myself.” Leaning over her, he ran his tongue along her spine and said, “You won’t have a choice.” He thrust again and Deva matched his rhythm, her full breasts quivering and belly clenching until she felt herself again hovering on the edge. Tarak stopped and when she tried working her ass against him, he tightened his grip on her hips. “Don’t move.” “Tarak!”

He bent and nipped her shoulder.

“Ouch!” she jerked a bit. “That stung!”

“Mmm,” he purred and licked the place he’d nipped. “Keep still.”

Their game continued for so long that Deva wondered if a vampire could die

from unfulfilled desire. She felt as if she was drowning in a hot lake of passion and the only way out was through Tarak’s mercy. Unfortunately the bastard seemed to have none, and how the hell was he controlling his desire for so long? Though not one to rush, he’d still never tormented her like this. “Tarak, please,” she said, a break in her voice. Her pussy ached with need and her breath came in harsh pants. Sweat trickled down her face and neck, and rolled

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down her ribs. Beads of his sweat dropped onto her back and the echo of his heartbeat mingled with hers, filling her vampiric ears. “I can’t take anymore.” “Beg,” he rasped, reaching around with one hand and pinching her stiff, aching nipple. Pleasure and pain rushed through her and another sob escaped her throat. This was the most exquisite torture, but she truly couldn’t endure much more. “I beg you,” she sobbed. “I beg you!” He withdrew from her and she cried out in rage and frustration. “Don’t move,” he commanded and a moment later clutched her hips and filled her again. This time he didn’t stop thrusting until they both exploded in a soulshattering orgasm. Deva collapsed onto the cushion, Tarak on top of her. It took a few minutes before either of them regained enough strength to move. Then with a groan, Tarak shifted position, leaving her free to roll over. “How did you hold back that long?” she finally asked. “Penis ring.” Deva chuckled and removed the scarf from her eyes. She tossed it aside and gazed at him. Tarak smiled slightly and said lazily, “You’re not supposed to take that off until I tell you to.” “Oh. Right. Sorry,” she whispered against his lips. Cupping the back of her head, he kissed her hard, their tongues stroking and tasting with renewed fervor. When the kiss broke, she said, “Tarak, enough of these games. I didn’t come here because I want to participate in this ridiculous sexual gantlet -- even though it’s been more fun than I’d ever imagined -- but because I missed you.” “Deva.” He smiled and grasped her shoulders, the tenderness and affection in his eyes making her momentarily wonder why she had ever left him. “My life has been nothing without you. All the donors, all the sexual exploits have meant nothing.”

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She closed her eyes and waved a hand in front of his face. “No. No. Stop. You’re ruining the moment.” “What I mean is I’ve done all this to try to forget you, but I can’t. You are the only woman I have ever loved.” “Oh, Tarak.” She embraced him. “Please let’s get away from these chambers. Take me to your room, or come to mine. I don’t want to discuss our future with a Master of Ecstasy, but with the man I love.” “I agree.” He stood and tugged her to her feet. “Get dressed. We’ll go to my suite.”

Chapter Three Deva felt like a newly made vampire, or a virgin again as Tarak guided her to his suite. Outside the door, he paused to open it, then swept her into his arms and carried her inside. “What’s this?” she chuckled, clinging to his neck. “A tradition here, to carry the bride over the threshold.” Still smiling, she brushed her nose against his and said, “But I haven’t been a bride in a thousand years.” The truth was she felt like a bride again. Just being with him rejuvenated her and made her realize just how safe, loved, and desirable he made her feel. If only he could love her without trying to control their relationship, they would be so happy together. She didn’t mind him being the one in charge most of the time, but every now and then she wanted to take the lead. Even more, she wanted to help make the decisions that affected their lives. Maybe it was hard for him to understand because he was a man from an era long past, not to mention he had been her vampiric Creator. As her blood father and as her husband, his duty had been to protect her. In truth she liked having his protection, but more than anything she wanted his respect. “Tonight we have renewed our love for each other, so you are my bride all over again,” he said, kicking the door shut behind them. He carried her to the bed and placed her upon it. Parting her robe, he gazed upon her. Deva had a rounded body and she was proud of it. She knew Tarak relished her curves. He’d often said he enjoyed the feel of her belly beneath his cheek and the fullness of her hips in his hands. Her plump breasts spilled over the top of her shiny gold bra, so he tugged it down, completely freeing the soft, gorgeous spheres. With a soft groan of pleasure, he cupped them and ran his thumbs over her dark nipples.

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A little quiver of pleasure darted through her and her nipples stiffened, enticing little bumps rising on the areolas. He ran the tip of his fang over her nipple and pierced it, then licked away the droplet of blood. Deva clutched him reflexively and gasped with pleasure. Having him taste her was almost as good as tasting him. Another thing she loved about Tarak was his gentle blood play. So many vampires caused pain with a bite, but Tarak was a considerate biter. To him there was no difference between sex and blood sharing. He had always told her that both should be done with a partner’s pleasure in mind. For several moments he teased her breasts while stroking her pussy. Once again hovering on the brink, Deva pushed him away. “Wait.” “Huh?” he mumbled, his mouth still busy with her breast. “It’s my turn,” she breathed. “Stop or I’m going to --” “That’s the idea.” He smiled wickedly. “Can’t you let me have an idea in the bedroom for once?” she asked, irritated. “I don’t know. The last time I let that happen you brought in a third party.” He flopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling, his handsome jaw set. Lying on her side, her head propped up on her hand, she gazed at him. “I admit that was a mistake. An arrangement like that might work for some, but not for us. But I have other ideas I know you’ll like better.” Glancing at her from the corner of his eye, he asked warily, “What kind of ideas?” “Well, I have perfected some old techniques.” She stood and undressed. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, she removed his boots and socks while casting him her most coquettish look. When she finished, she unzipped his jeans and he lifted his hips, making it easier for her to slide them off. Once he lay as naked as she was, she straddled him, loving the feel of his warm, dark flesh against her thighs. She ran her fingers through his nest of pubic hair then wrapped her fist around his hard cock and stroked. His gaze fixed on her hand and his full lips parted slightly, exposing the tips of his gleaming fangs.

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After a moment, she braced her hands on either side of him, bent her head, and used her long, thick hair to gently lash him from chest to thighs. “Ahh,” he purred. “This does bring back some incredible memories.” “Yes, it does,” she breathed, pushing his legs apart and trailing her tongue along his inner thighs. Kneeling between his legs, she clasped his cock in both hands and swirled her tongue over the head before taking it into her mouth and sucking deeply. For several moments she tasted him, keeping him hovering on the edge of explosion, just as he’d done to her earlier. Then she straddled him again, this time using a hand to guide his steely cock inside her. Ever so slowly she took his length, her eyes half-closed as she relished the sensation of his hot, hard flesh pressing her in all the right places. “You see,” she breathed, rocking atop him. “Letting me take the lead sometimes can be quite enjoyable.” “Quite enjoyable,” he murmured, as if in a trance. He placed his hands on her waist and caressed her, his palms sweeping from her hips to her ribs. Cupping her breasts, he squeezed the soft flesh then brushed his thumbs over her nipples. Wonderful sensations washed over her -- both from the caress of his hands and the feel of his cock deep inside her. Rocking faster, she pushed them both closer and closer to ecstasy. “Stop,” he commanded, grasping her waist. She paused, her head arched back and her muscles quivering. Though she wanted to ride him until they burst in pleasure, she knew he was right. Waiting would make the final moments even sweeter. Deva remained still, except for the little shivers of desire coursing down her spine and the trembling of her thighs as her entire body strained for release. Murmuring endearments, Tarak continued stroking her breasts. One of his hands trailed lower and found her clit. His fingers rubbed the swollen nub and Deva cried out sharply.

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“I can’t wait anymore,” she gasped. “Then don’t.” She began riding him with a vengeance, her bottom slapping seductively against him. Unable to keep the cries of desire from escaping her lips, she moaned and thrashed, while he continued rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples. A moment after she came, he joined her, his hips jabbing upward and sexy groans and growls rumbling in his throat. Smiling with pleasure, Deva dismounted him slowly and lay beside him, her body half draped over his. Tarak caressed her shoulder and after a moment left the bed. With a soft, contented moan, Deva rolled onto her stomach and closed her eyes. She heard the sound of water running in the bathroom and seconds later Tarak rejoined her, gathering her into his arms and carrying her to the bathroom. Like the rest of the suite, it was decorated in black and white with hints of red. A sunken tub of black marble stood across the room, three steps leading up to it. Tarak had lit scented pillar candles along the back edge of the tub and the flames cast reflections on the otherwise dark water. He placed Deva on her feet and took her hand as they walked to the tub and sank into the hot water. “It’s been a while since we’ve bathed together like this,” she said, cuddling close to him and resting her head against his shoulder. She closed her eyes while he held her, stroking her water-slicked arm. “Too long. My life is incomplete without you, Deva.” Warmth spread through her and she snuggled even closer, kissing the side of his neck. “I feel the same way.” He reached for a cake of soap and lathered his hands, then began washing her shoulders. Deva sat up straighter, giving him access to her breasts which he washed slowly, paying careful attention to her nipples. They stiffened and ached pleasantly beneath his touch.

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She took the soap and moved behind him, washing his broad back. How she loved the way his lean muscles rippled beneath his smooth skin. She closed her eyes and kissed his shoulder, then trailed her fangs along the side of his neck. The desire to bite him overcame her and she sank her teeth in deeply. Tarak drew a sharp breath and arched his neck in pleasure. He reached up and entwined his fingers in her hair while she lapped and sucked, relishing the taste of his blood. His was the first blood she had ever tasted and even a thousand years later it was still the sweetest. As she drank, she reached around and grasped his cock, finding it once again thick and hard. She stroked and lapped, hearing the quickening of his heartbeat and feeling the rasp of his breath. Between the pleasure of touching him and the pleasure of drinking his blood, her arousal again neared its peak. She pressed even closer, wrapping her legs around him and rubbing her clit against his back. “Deva,” he panted. “Woman, if a vampire can die from pleasure then I’m on my way to Hell.” She chuckled deep in her throat. Her eyes closed tightly, she came, trembling and gyrating against him. Growling savagely, Tarak also climaxed, his essence spurting into the water. After relaxing for a moment, they drained the tub and used the shower feature to wash quickly. They dried off using soft, oversized towels, then returned to the next room where they flopped naked on the bed. “This has been one of the most wonderful nights of my life,” she admitted. “One of?” “We can’t forget our wedding night, or the night after I took the Change.” “Those were wonderful nights. All the best times of my life have been spent with you, Deva.” She smiled and brushed his mouth with a kiss. “That’s how I feel about you.” “It makes me wonder why you left.”

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A feeling of dread came over her and she said, “Do you want to discuss this now?” “No. Something tells me it will only lead to trouble and we’ve had enough of that.” He kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose. “All I will say is I’m so glad you finally came to your senses and returned to me.” Tarak lazily stroked Deva’s shoulder. “You could have come to me, you know, if you missed me as much as you claim.” “After the note you left?” He snorted. “I do have some pride. You made it clear you wanted nothing to do with me.” “Didn’t you think I was angry and hurt? Weren’t you?” He held her gaze. “That part of our life is over. I don’t want to relive it. It will only lead to arguments, don’t you agree?” Still irritated, she glared at him for a moment, then shrugged. “I suppose you’re right. We’re together now and that’s all that matters.” “Exactly. I will inform Master Ivan that I will be leaving Sunlight of the Soul and bringing you home.” “Bringing me home?” Her brow furrowed. “I’m not sure I want to leave right now. I like it here, Tarak. Not only that, I don’t have to be brought anywhere. I thought we agreed there would be changes if we got back together.” “When did we discuss changes? You have sowed your oats, but realized where your place is. A woman belongs with her husband.” Anger sparked inside her. She should have known nothing would change between them. He was the same arrogant ass he’d always been and she had allowed herself to be seduced by him. When would she learn that a man never changes, in particular a man like Tarak? “And a man belongs with his wife,” she stated. Leaning back on his elbows, he said, “I’m not sure I like the sound of that.” “Of course you don’t. That’s because you’re archaic.” She tried to leave the bed, but he grasped her arm. “Let me go, Tarak.”

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“Not until we settle this once and for all.” She tried to jerk away, but he pinned her beneath him and gazed into her eyes. His big, warm body felt so good against hers, but she could not allow him to take control of her like this. Not now. If she gave in, she would spend another thousand years, maybe longer, following orders like a servant rather than sharing decisions like an equal. “Get off me, Tarak, or you will regret it.” “What is wrong with you, woman? You came here because you know we belong together. Why fight against it?” “Because you haven’t learned anything! I am not your property, Tarak. I am my own person. A vampiress.” “I know. I made you what you are, remember?” She wasn’t sure if she was more angry or hurt. “That’s an awful thing to say.” “That I made you a vampire? Didn’t I?” “That’s not what you meant. You meant you made me the person I am.” “Deva, you misunderstand --” “No, I understand you’re the same idiot I ran away from six months ago. Get off me, Tarak. Now!” He kissed her roughly, then released her, rolling onto his back. Deva left the bed and dressed quickly. “Running away again?” he demanded. “No. This time I’m telling you to your face.” She turned and glared at him, furious yet at the same time trying to memorize the image of him, the way his dark eyes blazed and the look of his long, sinewy body reclining against the sheets. This would be their last moment together and while it broke her heart, she now knew without doubt there was no other way for them. “Goodbye, Tarak.” She walked to the door. “Deva --” Pausing a moment, she waited for him to continue. She heard him leave the bed and moments later felt his hands on her shoulders. Tugging her gently against his

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warm chest, he spoke into her ear, “Don’t do something you’ll regret. I am not here for your amusement. If you leave now, I will not take you back again.” She closed her eyes and gave a snort of disgust. “You’re hopeless, Tarak. Have a happy life.” She opened the door, pulled away from him and stepped out.

Chapter Four Tarak snarled as his blade clashed with Ivan’s. The vampires’ fangs flashed as they circled each other for another attack. Over the past week, Tarak had cancelled his appointments with donors and either immersed himself in heavy exercise or lay in his room, drinking blood-laced wine and thinking about his life. Why was he such a fool? Loving a woman who clearly wanted nothing to do with him. The men’s blades clashed again, then they broke apart. “Your mind isn’t on practice,” Ivan stated. “Yes, it is.” Ivan raised an eyebrow. “No. It’s not. Had this been a real fight you would have been dead many times over.” “Maybe I’d be better off,” Tarak muttered. “Your self-pity makes me sick,” Ivan growled. “As does your stupidity.” “Excuse me?” Tarak said, not bothering to keep the growl from his own voice. The last thing he wanted was an argument with Ivan. Or maybe that wasn’t the complete truth. Ivan was probably one of the only men who could beat him senseless and that might be the only thing that could put him out of his misery. “You have been moping around here like a lovesick boy for the past week. Why don’t you be a man and go ask her forgiveness.” It took much to surprise Tarak, but Ivan’s suggestion stunned him. “Why should I ask her forgiveness? She is the one who has forsaken our marriage vows. I am her husband and her blood father. She should be asking my forgiveness.”

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“She has always respected you as her blood father, but have you given her respect as your offspring? You never so much as offered her the chance to be on her own. How would you have liked it if I forced you to stay with me?” “That’s different. I was not your spouse.” “Exactly. She was bound to you in mortal marriage, but when she accepted the Change, did she also consent to be your vampiric partner for life?” “As you said, she was my wife.” “Unless you both agreed otherwise, that mortal contract expired with her vampiric birth. By coming here, after gaining her freedom, she was consenting to spend eternity with you, but you were too stubborn and stupid to see it. Perhaps Deva was right. Maybe you did not love her after all, but considered her a possession.” “At the time --” “Times have changed, Tarak. We might not like it, but we can’t stop it. The ability to change is what allows us to survive for so many centuries. Are you going to let your obsession with the past rob you of a future with the woman you claim to love?” “Claim to… I do love, Deva. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.” Ivan’s cool, blue-gray gaze bore into his. “Including admit you’re wrong?”

*** Deva strode along the private beach in back of the California home she’d rented for her extended stay. Moonlight kissed the sand and water, creating a beautiful scene, but she didn’t care. Since leaving Tarak, this last time, she’d scarcely thought of anything but him. The first time she’d left him, she’d comforted herself with the thought that one day she would return to him. Now it was over. A thousand years with the man she loved had truly ended. She should feel relieved at finally being free, but instead emptiness overwhelmed her. One thing she had learned in so many years of life was that eventually this raw pain would fade, but she knew no matter how much time passed, a portion of her heart would always belong to Tarak -- her blood father and her first love.

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Goodness, she had become so obsessed with him that she even caught his scent on the air. Wait. It was far too strong to be a figment of her imagination. She turned toward her house and saw him approaching from around the side of it. Her pulse skipped, but she refused to walk toward him. Nothing he could say or do would make her change her mind. Maybe he didn’t want to change her mind. What if he was consenting to the divorce she’d asked for? Within moments he stood, facing her. The expression in his dark eyes tugged at her heart, but she forced herself to remain strong. This time she would not give in. He shrugged and asked, “How have you been?” “Fine. And you?” “Fi… No. That’s a lie. I haven’t been fine, Deva. I have been an unhappy, selfcentered fool and I beg your forgiveness.” For a moment she thought she’d heard wrong. Her eyes wide, she asked, “What?” Drawing a deep breath, he dropped to his knees, clasped both of her hands in his, and said, “I’m sorry. You are not a possession. You are my blood child and you were once my wife. I ask, no I beg, you to reconsider your decision and consent to be my partner for eternity.” Elation filled her at his words, but she asked warily, “Are you serious about this?” “Yes. However, there are conditions.” “What?” “No more ménage.” Deva chuckled and knelt, wrapping her arms around him. “It’s a deal. But I have a condition as well.” “I already agree that we will be equal partners.” “No. Something else.”

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“What?” “That from now on you will be no one’s Master of Ecstasy but mine.” He smiled and took her face in his hands. “You have my word on that.” Their lips met and their tongues stroked with fervor. She loved his taste and the feel of his body so close to hers, but it still wasn’t close enough. He must have felt the same because he grasped her hand and tugged her farther up the beach. “Tarak!” She giggled when he quickened his pace, forcing her to run to keep up with his strides. Closer to the house, he stopped and quickly shed his clothes. “Take off your panties,” he said. She smiled coquettishly. “I’m not wearing any.” Lust gleamed in his eyes and he said in a husky voice, “I love you. Come here.” She stepped closer and he pulled her into his arms, kissing her again and guiding her to the ground. He sat on the sand, his long, sinewy legs stretched out in front of him. Tarak pushed her skirt up to her waist and positioned her legs around him while Deva clasped his cock and guided him inside her. Gazing into each other’s eyes, they rocked slowly. Delicate ripples of pleasure coursed through her and she slipped her arms around his neck, gently biting his lower lip. Aroused yet contented, Deva surrendered to him completely. Tarak asking her forgiveness was something she’d never expected, but it seemed he was capable of change after all. Though she knew their life together wouldn’t be flawless -- it never had been -- it would be exciting and fulfilling. He was the only man she had ever loved and she couldn’t imagine a future without him. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they made love as vampires should, in lust and love beneath the moon and stars.

Kate Hill What do trips around the world, endless nights of breathtaking sex, and a muscular, 6-foot 3-inch, brown-haired, blue-eyed significant other have to do with Kate Hill? Absolutely nothing, but she can dream, can’t she? In reality Kate is a single, thirty­ something vegetarian New Englander who loves writing romantic fantasies. Visit her online at http://www.kate-hill.com, www.myspace.com/katehillromance, or join her newsgroup at groups.yahoo.com/group/katehill. Stop by Kate’s Amazon blog at www.amazon.com.