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Prophecy of the Mayan Undead
A Mayan Vampire Romance
Note: formerly published as two books: Prophecy of the Undead, and Mayan Prophecy Fulfilled
She wanted to find a way to increase the intelligence of humans to save the world. What she found was the secret to eternity that had come from the stars, and a love that would save her.
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Keesha is a neurobiology researcher determined to discover the secret to intelligence to save humanity from itself. What she learns leads her to realize a bigger threat comes from beyond the stars. Yuri is a Russian vampire whose long-dead feelings respond to the scientist whose brain he admires but whose curves he can't resist. Will his love reach the places in her heart that she has ignored for so long? And can they defeat the prophecy of the undead to find happiness sharing eternity?
Note: According to the Mayan long-count calendar, there was to be an ending of sorts when the 13th Baktun ended on December 21, 2012.
At the end of Part One, Keesha and Yuri are enlisting the aid of vampires he knows, to help them convince those who control the world behind the scenes that the human race should not be dumbed-down any further before the return of the alien vampires. On their last visit they brought across to blood-drinking people in many cultures. They also took many humans back to their planet with them, and promised to return for more in 5,000 years when their planet would once again be aligned with the Earth. Vampires must decide if they have any skin in the game, since many feel that losing a few thousand cattle would be good for the worldwide population and not hurt them in any way.
Keesha and Yuri receive help in their quest from a most unexpected source--a tall, blue-skinned alien covered with darker blue fur, who says to call him Frank. He's from a race of eternal beings that call themselves Visitors because they visit planets all around the universe to help nudge evolution along so that each planet's dominant species can venture out into space and achieve their birthright as star travelers. But first they need to convince Niu (Ne-0w) Ying (Yeeng), a Chinese female vampire with a chip on her shoulder, that she should care about the human race. But no human has ever cared for her. And what about the blue alien who catches her eye?
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Want to find out how I got the ideas for this book? Read my post from earlier in 2020--
www.fionamcgier.com/blog/keeping-it-real-for-my-readers
Note: According to the Mayan long-count calendar, there was to be an ending of sorts when the 13th Baktun ended on December 21, 2012.
At the end of Part One, Keesha and Yuri are enlisting the aid of vampires he knows, to help them convince those who control the world behind the scenes that the human race should not be dumbed-down any further before the return of the alien vampires. On their last visit they brought across to blood-drinking people in many cultures. They also took many humans back to their planet with them, and promised to return for more in 5,000 years when their planet would once again be aligned with the Earth. Vampires must decide if they have any skin in the game, since many feel that losing a few thousand cattle would be good for the worldwide population and not hurt them in any way.
Keesha and Yuri receive help in their quest from a most unexpected source--a tall, blue-skinned alien covered with darker blue fur, who says to call him Frank. He's from a race of eternal beings that call themselves Visitors because they visit planets all around the universe to help nudge evolution along so that each planet's dominant species can venture out into space and achieve their birthright as star travelers. But first they need to convince Niu (Ne-0w) Ying (Yeeng), a Chinese female vampire with a chip on her shoulder, that she should care about the human race. But no human has ever cared for her. And what about the blue alien who catches her eye?
www.smashwords.com/books/view/1023111
Universal buy link: books2read.com/u/barA8x
Want to find out how I got the ideas for this book? Read my post from earlier in 2020--
www.fionamcgier.com/blog/keeping-it-real-for-my-readers
X-rated Excerpt
Keesha is a neuro-biologist who has been researching the key to intelligence. Once she found it, she was sent home, told not to tell anyone about what she had found. Then two men showed up at her apartment, and now she is locked in the trunk of their car. They had walked away to get gas for their car, now they are back:
Terrified, Keesha heard the men return and open the gas tank to refill the car.
“Maybe I should open the trunk and make sure the bitch is still in there?”
“You idiot. The trunk is still closed. I tied her up myself. Not even Houdini could get out of those knots. I learned how to make them nice and tight in the Navy.”
“Can’t I open it up and just play with her a little? She’s not going to complain with that gag in her mouth--and who’s she going to tell?”
“Fine. I’ll finish pouring the gas in and you have a little fun with our guest. Then we’ve gotta get outta here before someone notices the car.”
“Who? We never saw no cars on the way into or out of town. There’s no one out here to hear her scream.”
The trunk opened and Keesha closed her eyes, hoping that if she appeared to be still unconscious, they would leave her alone.
She felt the tip of a gun against her cheek as it stroked her face.
“Aw, she’s still out cold. That’s no fun.”
“Just feel her up then let’s get out of here. I’m getting a weird feeling that we’re being watched--”
“By who? There’s no one else out in this God-forsaken--what the fuck?”
Keesha heard a swooshing sound and opened her eyes to see a blur of movement. There was a snarling growl, combined with the yells of real fear, coming from her two tormentors.
“Kill the bitch!.”
She felt the gun stuck into her ribs and held her breath, waiting for death. The gun fired. The bullet tore its way through her skin and chest muscles, burned through her lung, and severed arteries as it lodged in her heart. She found it difficult to let out the breath or to breathe in any more air.
There was the awful sound of breaking bones--then silence. Someone leaned over into the trunk and lifted her gently out as if she was as light as a child. She felt herself being laid on the ground and fought to breathe as her blood pulsed out of her through the chest wound, soaking her clothes and making them stick to her. Her rescuer tore through the knots that she was unable to budge. She tried to thank him with her last gasps of air.
“Tha--thanks.” She choked on her own blood and her head swam.
“Keesha, look at me,” he commanded in a voice that sounded vaguely familiar, but very distant, as if she was moving far away from him.
She tried to focus her gaze but merely saw the outlines of a man’s torso, with a face barely visible, topped with white hair that shone in the dim moonlight.
“I had hoped to spare you this but I have no other choice now. I can’t lose you--I won’t. You must choose right now, before it’s too late. Do you want to live?”
In her mind she giggled, but all that came out of her mouth was a gargling sound. “Um, yeah--don’t think--option anymore--”
“Yes, it is. But if I do this thing, you will be changed. You will be alive, yet not alive. Are you sure you want me to do this?”
Her head nodded up and down as darkness descended, her vision clouded by the blood that was everywhere now. She drifted off and idly wondered if she was going anywhere, or if she was just going to lose consciousness and that would be the end of thought.
Suddenly her mind was invaded by a tall, blond man with an intense look in his eyes that shone with a black fire in their depths.
“What are you doing here? I’m busy dying--who are you?”
“You are dying but not in the way you expect. What I’m doing is ensuring that you will wake up again tomorrow night. What images would you like me to entertain you with as your body dies?”
She tried to shrug but was unable to move any part of her body. She felt herself being held by strong arms, with the tiny hairs on her neck standing at full attention while the lips on her neck created a drowsy drugged feeling in her mind.
“How about something erotic?”
“Like?”
She was suddenly on a downy-soft bed, naked, with a man’s head between her thighs. His tongue was driving her mad with desire as he alternated between licking her from front to back, and nibbling on her clit gently. When his fingers pulled the hood back and his teeth grazed her clit, she screamed with pleasure as the orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tsunami. She rose up off of the bed with the tightening of her muscles. Then the man loomed before her, spread her thighs uncomfortably wide and his hips surged forward. The pleasure she had just felt multiplied as his massive organ pushed its way into her, stretching her almost beyond comfort. He filled her, then withdrew only to slam into her again and again. It was almost more than she could bear. She screamed as he came, the force of his orgasm making her spasm with an intensity to match his own.
He growled like a wild animal as he pulsated inside of her. Her muscles clenched around him. Her orgasms were like a roller coaster of pleasure, pushing her up a hill then crashing her down on the other side.
The last thing she remembered was his voice telling her, "Drink. Drink deeply. Take as much as you can hold. I have emptied you; now, fill yourself with me."
I’m already filled with you. Her thoughts were her own, but inexplicably she felt his chest move as he chuckled. Everything went black and she drifted off into nothingness.
Copyright 2020, Fiona McGier
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Read about the world-building in this book--www.rlfblog.com/fiona-mcgier-082320/
Terrified, Keesha heard the men return and open the gas tank to refill the car.
“Maybe I should open the trunk and make sure the bitch is still in there?”
“You idiot. The trunk is still closed. I tied her up myself. Not even Houdini could get out of those knots. I learned how to make them nice and tight in the Navy.”
“Can’t I open it up and just play with her a little? She’s not going to complain with that gag in her mouth--and who’s she going to tell?”
“Fine. I’ll finish pouring the gas in and you have a little fun with our guest. Then we’ve gotta get outta here before someone notices the car.”
“Who? We never saw no cars on the way into or out of town. There’s no one out here to hear her scream.”
The trunk opened and Keesha closed her eyes, hoping that if she appeared to be still unconscious, they would leave her alone.
She felt the tip of a gun against her cheek as it stroked her face.
“Aw, she’s still out cold. That’s no fun.”
“Just feel her up then let’s get out of here. I’m getting a weird feeling that we’re being watched--”
“By who? There’s no one else out in this God-forsaken--what the fuck?”
Keesha heard a swooshing sound and opened her eyes to see a blur of movement. There was a snarling growl, combined with the yells of real fear, coming from her two tormentors.
“Kill the bitch!.”
She felt the gun stuck into her ribs and held her breath, waiting for death. The gun fired. The bullet tore its way through her skin and chest muscles, burned through her lung, and severed arteries as it lodged in her heart. She found it difficult to let out the breath or to breathe in any more air.
There was the awful sound of breaking bones--then silence. Someone leaned over into the trunk and lifted her gently out as if she was as light as a child. She felt herself being laid on the ground and fought to breathe as her blood pulsed out of her through the chest wound, soaking her clothes and making them stick to her. Her rescuer tore through the knots that she was unable to budge. She tried to thank him with her last gasps of air.
“Tha--thanks.” She choked on her own blood and her head swam.
“Keesha, look at me,” he commanded in a voice that sounded vaguely familiar, but very distant, as if she was moving far away from him.
She tried to focus her gaze but merely saw the outlines of a man’s torso, with a face barely visible, topped with white hair that shone in the dim moonlight.
“I had hoped to spare you this but I have no other choice now. I can’t lose you--I won’t. You must choose right now, before it’s too late. Do you want to live?”
In her mind she giggled, but all that came out of her mouth was a gargling sound. “Um, yeah--don’t think--option anymore--”
“Yes, it is. But if I do this thing, you will be changed. You will be alive, yet not alive. Are you sure you want me to do this?”
Her head nodded up and down as darkness descended, her vision clouded by the blood that was everywhere now. She drifted off and idly wondered if she was going anywhere, or if she was just going to lose consciousness and that would be the end of thought.
Suddenly her mind was invaded by a tall, blond man with an intense look in his eyes that shone with a black fire in their depths.
“What are you doing here? I’m busy dying--who are you?”
“You are dying but not in the way you expect. What I’m doing is ensuring that you will wake up again tomorrow night. What images would you like me to entertain you with as your body dies?”
She tried to shrug but was unable to move any part of her body. She felt herself being held by strong arms, with the tiny hairs on her neck standing at full attention while the lips on her neck created a drowsy drugged feeling in her mind.
“How about something erotic?”
“Like?”
She was suddenly on a downy-soft bed, naked, with a man’s head between her thighs. His tongue was driving her mad with desire as he alternated between licking her from front to back, and nibbling on her clit gently. When his fingers pulled the hood back and his teeth grazed her clit, she screamed with pleasure as the orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tsunami. She rose up off of the bed with the tightening of her muscles. Then the man loomed before her, spread her thighs uncomfortably wide and his hips surged forward. The pleasure she had just felt multiplied as his massive organ pushed its way into her, stretching her almost beyond comfort. He filled her, then withdrew only to slam into her again and again. It was almost more than she could bear. She screamed as he came, the force of his orgasm making her spasm with an intensity to match his own.
He growled like a wild animal as he pulsated inside of her. Her muscles clenched around him. Her orgasms were like a roller coaster of pleasure, pushing her up a hill then crashing her down on the other side.
The last thing she remembered was his voice telling her, "Drink. Drink deeply. Take as much as you can hold. I have emptied you; now, fill yourself with me."
I’m already filled with you. Her thoughts were her own, but inexplicably she felt his chest move as he chuckled. Everything went black and she drifted off into nothingness.
Copyright 2020, Fiona McGier
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Read about the world-building in this book--www.rlfblog.com/fiona-mcgier-082320/
Review of previously-published book:
http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/prophecyoftheundeadbyfionamcgier.html#.UTToG2dbJaR
http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/prophecyoftheundeadbyfionamcgier.html#.UTToG2dbJaR