Tina Folsom | Samson’s Lovely Mortal. Tina Folsom. A Thank You to my readers: the Scanguards Vampires series sold more than 1 Million copies worldwide! Vampire bachelor Samson can’t get it up anymore. Not even his shrink can help him. That changes when the lovely mortal auditor Delilah tumbles into his arms after a seemingly random attack. Find free sheet music downloads -- thousands of them, plus links to thousands of free sheet music sites, lessons, tips, and articles; many instrument, many musical styles.
Suddenly there’s nothing wrong with his hydraulics – that is, as long as Delilah is the woman in his arms. His scruples about taking Delilah to bed vanish when his shrink suggests it’s the only way to cure his problem. Thinking all he needs is one night with her, Samson indulges in a night of pleasure and passion. However, another attack on Delilah and a dead body later, and Samson has his hands full: not only with trying to hide the fact he’s a vampire, but also with finding out what secrets Delilah harbors for somebody to want her harm. “Let me suck your cock.”The vamp female tugged at Samson’s pants. She freed his flaccid shaft from the confinement of his jeans and sucked it into her gorgeous mouth. He watched her red lips close tightly around him, working him frantically. Up and down, deep and hard, warm and wet. She cupped his balls, squeezed them in perfect rhythm, her talent evident. He buried his hands in her hair and thrust his hips back and forth, urging her to increase the friction.“Harder.”His request was met eagerly, her slurping sounds bouncing off the walls of the dimly lit room. Samson let his gaze sweep over her scantily clad body: hot curves, great ass, even a pretty face—everything he could wish for in a sexual partner. Eager to give head, she would undoubtedly swallow too. ![]() Something he particularly appreciated. But despite her tantalizing tongue running up and down his cock, despite the hard sucking motion, despite her enthusiasm, no erection was forthcoming. Her patience was wasted on him. Nothing stirred. Her head bobbed back and forth, her long brown hair brushed against his naked skin, catching in his pubic hair, yet his body didn’t react, as if she were blowing somebody else, and he was merely watching tired old porn. Samson finally pushed her away, humiliated, frustrated, unsatisfied. If vampires could blush from embarrassment, his face would have been as red as the vamp’s painted lips. Luckily, blushing was reserved for humans. Hastily, he shoved his useless male equipment back into his pants. Even quicker, he zipped up. In vampire speed, he fled her company. A week after the embarrassing incident, his friend Amaury made a suggestion.“Just give it a shot, Samson,” he insisted. The guy is completely trustworthy. He won’t breathe a syllable to anybody.”His old friend couldn’t possibly be serious. A shrink? You want me to go see a shrink?”“He’s helped me before. What have you got to lose?”His dignity. His pride.“I guess if you vouch for him, I can give it a try.”And just like that, he’d caved.“And don’t judge him from the outside.”The shrink’s place was the bad punchline of an even worse joke. When Samson first entered the dark basement where the psychiatrist practiced, he wanted to run right back out. But the receptionist had already spotted him. With a saccharin- sweet smile and straightened back, she put her enormous chest on display. Great, a shrink operating from a dungeon and a Barbie doll as the gatekeeper!“Mr. Woodford, please come in. Dr. Drake is expecting you,” she invited him, eyelashes fluttering, head tilting a fraction to draw his gaze to her neck, hinting at the fact that she would welcome his bite. A bite she would grant him during sex. A bite he’d have to deny her, not because she was a vampire, but because she wasn’t his type. Yeah, so not his type. Once he was inside Drake’s office, he knew it was a mistake. Instead of a couch there was a coffin. One of the wooden side panels had been removed so a live person could lie down in it comfortably as if reclining on a chaise longue. The guy had to be a lunatic. No self- respecting modern vamp wanted to be caught dead in a coffin! Vampires in San Francisco were mainstreaming, adapting to the human lifestyle. Coffins were out. Tempur- Pedic mattresses were in. The lanky man rounded his desk and offered his hand in greeting.“If you think I’m going to lie down in the coffin, think again,” Samson barked.“I see we have our work cut out for us.” Unfazed by the rude remark, the doctor pointed to the comfortable looking armchair. Reluctantly, Samson sat down. Dr. Drake let himself fall in the chair opposite. He wasn’t saying a word. No muscle twitched in his face. No limb moved. He wasn’t doing anything—anything other than staring. Uncomfortable under the shrink’s scrutiny, Samson clamped his hands over the armrests of the chair. His shoulders stiffened, his throat tightened, blood pumped feverishly through his veins, making them swell like an overinflated helium balloon about to explode.“Can we get started? I believe I’m paying you by the hour.” Better grab the vamp by the fangs. Dr. Drake’s smile was noncommittal, his demeanor unwavering, when he said evenly, “We started the minute you entered, but then I’m sure you knew that.”The implied reprimand stung. Indeed.”“How long have you experienced these anger issues?”He hadn’t expected the question. It was like a punch coming from an innocent old lady—unexpected, unprovoked, and out of place. A direct assault on his already battered psyche.“Anger issues? I don’t have anger issues. I’m here for… the issue is… uh, my problem has to do with…” God, since when could he not say the word sex without being flustered? He’d never had any problems expressing himself when it came to sex. His vocabulary included many choice four- letter words he generally had no problem employing when the situation demanded it.“Uh- huh.” The doctor nodded as if he knew something Samson didn’t. You think it’s a sexual problem. Interesting.”Was the man a mind reader? Samson knew that some vampires had gifts. A photographic memory like his own, sensing emotions or memories like some of his friends. But were those talents widespread or just outliers?“You read minds?”Drake shook his head. No. But your problem isn’t uncommon. It’s pretty easy to figure out. You exhibit signs of extreme anger and frustration.” He cleared his throat and leaned forward in emphasis. Mr. Woodford, I’m well aware of who you are. You run one of the most successful companies in the vampire world, if not the most successful. You are rich beyond belief—and trust me this will not influence how much I’ll charge—”“Of course not,” Samson interrupted. The quack would charge him however much he thought he could milk him for.“Yet at the same time, you haven’t been seen in society for quite a while, when you should be out there, courting beautiful women. I suppose your breakup with Miss Hampstead—”“I’m not here to talk about her,” Samson snapped. Under no circumstances would he utter her name. She had no part in his life, not anymore, and the mere mention of her made his fangs itch for a vicious bite. He cracked his knuckles and wondered if it would sound like this if her neck snapped.“No, you didn’t come to talk about her. Yet it’s all about her, isn’t it? There can only be one cause for all this. We both know what it is. So, the question is: are you going to trust me to help you?”Samson decided to stick with denial. It had worked so far. Help me with what?”“Getting over the anger.”“I told you, it’s not an anger issue.”“Oh, I believe it is. Whatever she did, whatever she said, it angered you so much that it’s putting a block on your sexual drive. As if you wanted to avoid one thing.”“Which is?”“To allow yourself to be vulnerable.”“I’m not vulnerable. Never was. Not since I became a vampire.” Being vulnerable meant being weak.“Not in the physical sense of the word. We’re all aware of your strength and your power. But I’m talking about your emotions. We all have them. We all struggle with them. Some more than others. Believe me, my calendar is booked solid with our fellow vampires who need help dealing with their emotions.”Again, the shrink gave him a practiced stare. No, he couldn’t allow Drake to get this close. Emotions were dangerous. They could destroy a man, strip him bare, expose him. Samson hauled himself out of the chair. This won’t work.”“Ever since we’ve started mainstreaming,” Drake continued, undeterred, and rose from his chair, “my practice has quadrupled. Adapting to the way humans live their lives has taken a toll on many of us. We now have to deal with emotional issues we kept buried for centuries. Literally. You’re not alone.
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