"I read forever and a night first and had to follow up. It's gripping and a true romantic tale of love and forgivness. Christian is a very formed character that became like a friend to me. It's the type of book I could easily see as a TV movie or series, they have so much to offer." - Mark, Goodreads
Christian is the exception to Tiffany’s rule that all males are louses. For years Tiffany has lusted after Christian and of late she can’t help but wonder what it might be like to have a brief fling with him. The opportunity to explore her secret fantasy appears when Christian offers her a job as the IT person for his practice, the V clinic. She knows if he gives her the green light, she’s going to have a romp with her sexy vampire. When the night finally arrives and she and Christian have sex, the experience is so overwhelmingly powerful, Tiffany backpedals and tries to turn down the heat between them. She’s human. He’s a vampire. She can’t afford to fall in love with him.
Christian has other ideas. During their sexual encounter, he discovers Tiffany is his life mate and he vows to change her thinking. His intentions are put on hold when he gets caught up in an angel of death’s vicious plan to chemically terminate V clinic patients’ pregnancies. Tiffany herself falls victim to a lethal dose of arsenic and Christian can only save her by turning her into a vampire. She’s furious when she wakes from her turning and discovers what Christian has done. She wants nothing to do with him ever again, but when she’s kidnapped by this angel of death and used as a guinea pig for deadly experiments she only has Christian to turn to save her life.
Thanks for having me! Today I’ve brought with me Dr. Christian La Mond. He’s an OB/GYN for vampires and works out of a clinic he owns in New Orleans, the V Clinic. Help me welcome this sexy vampire doctor who claims I, the mistress of his origin dealt unfairly with him regarding the life mate I chose for him. Tell us Dr. La Mond why you think I chose the wrong life mate for you?
Christian: Now, Darlin’, I didn’t say you chose the wrong life mate for me. I happen to be delighted with the gorgeous, sable eyed female you chose for me. Tiffany Peebles is beautiful, witty, always keeping me guessing what she’ll do or say next. Those are good things. But explain to me what I’m suppose to do with a human for a life mate?
Lana: Christian, may I call you Christian?
Christian: Sure thing, Darlin’ if you’ll let me call you sometime.
Lana: I’d love that more than you know, but let’s get back to Tiffany. I created her especially for you. She tries your patience doesn’t she? She makes you want to wring her neck and kiss her at the same time. Am I right?
Christian: Hell yes you’re right. You’re a woman with an evil pen is what you are. Why did you have to make Tiffany so opposed to becoming a vampire? And why did you have to make her so damned stubborn about being my lover status quo? Meaning as a human? We have one night of blissful vampire sex and the next day she wants nothing to do with me ever again. What’s that all about?
Lana: Whoa, Cowboy. I know you’re sexually frustrated, but I have some surprises in store for you and Tiffany in the future. First of all Tiffany can’t relate to what it’s really like to be a vampire and you need to be patient with her about that. Secondly, she’s got it as hot for you as you have for her, but she’s scared. She’s afraid if she gives in and has an all out fling with you, you’ll break her heart. But I seasoned you with a good deal of patience and understanding when I created you. Now I need you to pull on those reserves and give Tiffany the time she needs to become fully aware of her feelings for you. You can do that if it means I’ll finally put you together with your one true life mate. Right?
Christian: I suppose so. I’ve been waiting to find my life mate for nearly a hundred years. When I bit Tiffany I discovered she was mine, but she’s human, Lana. You can’t change that. But since I know she really is mine, I’d be willing to be with her as a human. But I don’t know how I’m going to convince her to do that when I can’t even get her to go out on a date with me again.
Lana: Be patient Christian. I have a cliffhanger coming up. As you know, there’s an angel of death on the prowl in your clinic. The heartless monster who has been poisoning your patients gets to Tiffany. When Tiffany is poisoned there is only one thing you’ll be able to do to save her life. You’ll have to turn her vampire.
Christian: He gasps. She’ll hate me forever if I do that. But I can’t let her die either. You’re a real bitch putting me in this position, you know that? he growls.
Lana: I chuckle darkly. It will all work out in the wash, Christian. Trust me. Do what you’re best at, saving lives and taking care of those in need. If you do this with Tiffany one day she’ll be beholden to you.
Christian: Yeah, if she doesn’t kill me first. You know her temper better than I do. You created her.
Lana: Yes, she’s going to be very pissed at you, Christian when you turn her into a vampire, but be patient. I created Tiffany as the perfect match for you. Neither of you will be disappointed. I’m afraid it’s time to end our interview today, Christian. I hope I’ve made you feel a little better about where you’re at with Tiffany right now in my story.
Christian: I do. Thanks. But I’m holding you to that happily ever after for me and Tiffany, woman.
Lana: No worries, Christian. Hang in there. You have an exciting ride coming down the pike with Tiffany and at this point it’s only just begun. Now get back to delivering those vampire babies and let me get back to writing more vampire stories!
Nathan’s men rushed inside, Christian at their heels. He flipped up his sunglasses and looked about the inky darkness of a huge garage, plenty luminous for vampire eyes. Another standard door led to the belly of the building in the far right corner. He headed toward it, behind Nathan’s six men. Asa, Dominic and Nathan took up the rear, single file behind him.
Two of Nathan’s men took the battering ram to the interior door. Once it was relieved of it’s hinges, Christian rushed inside behind four of Nathan’s men. He expected to be met by the very least the brother armed to defend his turf, but instead two young thin vampire girls with hideously gray skin and gaunt features stood in a long hall just out a doorway to his right. The scent of chili wafted from the room, and Christian assumed it to be a kitchen.
“Never mind that. Get up and lead us to the women.” Christian yanked him up and onto his feet so fast, he’d probably dislocated his shoulder. A harsh grunt of pain said he was correct, but he didn’t care. This man was part of this kidnapping and drugging ring. He deserved a bullet between the eyes, but right now he’d serve just fine as a hostage.
“You’re having a very late dinner.” Mia’s head shot up, her gaze slashing toward her right. The speaker was that drop-dead-gorgeous man she’d delivered the one top order to earlier, and he was standing beside her holding a glass of wine. She swallowed the bite in her mouth and said, “This tends to be my normal dinner hour. How was your dinner?” She was surprised to still find him here but not unusual she supposed. Tavania’s was one of the tamer establishments here on Bourbon Street. Guests, whether single or in a group, often came here to eat, hook up to Wi-Fi and work, or just hang out in a nonparty atmosphere. “Amazing, actually. You’re a talented chef.” He took up residence on the stool next to her and sat his glass on the bar. Forever and a Night 13 Mia noticed him studying her. His eyes, the most beguiling she’d ever seen, held intrigue. She felt a little unnerved by his perusal, but she chalked it up to a customer desiring to speak to the chef. It happened all the time. Mostly with Joe because he was head chef. Happy guests often asked to speak to him. She had a roll to play. So play it she would. Mia pushed aside her plate and smiled. “I’m Mia Peebles. Is this your first time at Tavania’s?” She extended her hand. He gave it a cordial shake. “Yes. I drove by tonight and decided it might be a quiet place to do some work. Not so much, but I managed to accomplish what I needed to. I’m Nathan Davenport.” Mia laughed. “Yes, it was a bit crazy tonight. It’s good to meet you, Nath—” She broke off and glared at him. Her heart did a little trip over in her chest when her brain cells began to fire and comprehend the name the man had given her. “Oh my god,” she breathed. Suddenly, his features began to morph with the memories of numerous news and other TV show interviews she’d witnessed over the last ten years or so. Nathan Davenport was a real estate mogul and currently the richest man in the United States and possibly worldwide. Also the most sought-after bachelor on the planet. A playboy. He had a different supermodel or Hollywood starlet on his arm every other picture or interview taken of him. Lana Campbell 14 He looked amused. “I guess you know who I am.” “Duh.” She laughed, picked up her glass of wine, and sipped. “My biggest question is, how did you end up here? I thought you lived in New York.” “I do primarily, but I have a number of homes, and one of my favorites is here in New Orleans in the heart of one of the historical districts. Circumstances have brought me to the city. Unfortunately, I don’t have a private chef here, just a housekeeper, so I went out for the evening.” Mia blinked at him. A private chef ? Wow! Of course a man like him would have all sort of household and personal staff. Her background was redneck, Missouri rural. Just having food on the table every day for her ex-husband and children had been a miracle of God for many years. That kind of wealth stymied her. In her four years with Joe, she’d had many encounters with well-to-do folk and had learned to accept and accommodate their eccentricities. Not every wealthy patron she’d met were all up in their stuff, but she suspected Nathan Davenport about as spoiled as a rich person could get. “What?” he demanded, grinning at her. “Nothing. Just glad you happened by tonight and enjoyed your meal. And truly, I hope you’ll visit Tavania’s again.” She tried for a kind smile then stood, intending to take her half-eaten plate and wine glass to the dish pit. He laid a hand on her arm, halting her. “Are you finished for the evening?” Forever and a Night 15 Mia’s smile faded. There was a hungry look in his eyes, which had nothing to do with food, and she didn’t like the implications. “No. I’m closing tonight and have another hour or so ahead of me. Why?” “I was going to ask you if you’d like to have a drink with me when you’re finished. I’d be happy to wait.” His expression seemed polite enough. Maybe her thinking was a little harsh. He’d been completely cordial, but Mia was forty-two years old and wise enough to recognize a player when she saw one. “That’s very kind of you, but no. It’s been an extremely long day, and I’m beat, but I appreciate the invite.” He appeared disappointed, but Mia didn’t care. She hadn’t dated since her divorce. Hadn’t had time and certainly tonight, she had no time for a guy like Davenport. The man would have been a temptation for a nun. She’d lived like one for the last five years because work left her no time for a social life. However, she wasn’t thinking very sisterly thoughts at the moment, which solidified her refusal. That and the fact he was Nathan Davenport. Dating required commonalities. She couldn’t think of one they might share. She’d taken several steps away from the bar when she heard him speak. Mia, look at me. His voice had taken on a deep hypnotic tone, which seemed to echo in her head. In fact, it seemed to only be in her head, not audible. The strangeness of that reality should Lana Campbell 16 have been terrifying, yet something compelled her to turn and face him. She sat her dishes on the bar. “Come with me.” He gave her a kind, reassuring smile. She opened her mouth to say, Hell, no, but the word that came out instead was, “Okay.” Her heart tumbled over in her chest. Mia realized she was seriously losing it because she allowed him to escort her out the front door of the restaurant without a peep. As hard as she tried to get her feet to obey her mind’s order to run back inside the restaurant, they were useless. They just kept taking her the direction he led them. Her voice was useless too. Her jaws felt locked.
About the author:
Hi. I'm Lana Campbell author of Forever and a Night, a paranormal, vampire romance. I love writing and reading paranormal books. I live in Avoca, AR with a husband and a cat. Love cats too!
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