"This story is action packed and weaves a wonderful love story. I can't wait to read the next story in this series. I highly recommend this book. Pick it up, you won't be sorry." Gerri, Goodreads
Published: August 31st, 2019
In 1938, Vampire Prince
Răzvan and his companions on their way to see the king, take the snowy path
into the Carpathian Mountains of Romania. In the deep woods, they find a gypsy
encampment and take refuge with them for the night. His heart is lost gazing in
the exotic pale blue eyes of a raven-haired beauty. Saraina and her people just
want to be free and live peacefully. Meeting Prince Răzvan changes everything,
first with his dire prediction and second, with his warm hands and gaze that
tears at her heart.
EXCERPT
Răzvan walked out into the forest beyond the
camp. Snow stopped falling, and the moon broke through the clouds shimmering on
the crystalline ground. He detected the soft sound of a song about rabbits and
followed it. She was near. The Dragă’s presence was electrifying. He didn’t
know why he called her that.
She came around the side of a tree and gasped in
surprise, dropping the sticks she’d collected.
“I’m sorry. Let me help you.” He picked up the
sticks.
“I am Răzvan.”
“I know who you are.” She moved away from him,
circling back to the camp.
“I will not hurt you. You have my word. May we
talk?”
“Talk about what?”
“Why were you looking at me?” He asked.
“I was not. You were looking at me.”
Răzvan laughed. “You are right, Dragă.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“I have no name to call you by. What is your
name?”
She smiled and backed around the tree. He
followed. “Saraina.”
“Saraina, Draga mea (Saraina, my darling),” he
repeated.
“Don’t call me that. I don’t know you.”
“Have you ever met someone for the first time
and knew that you’ll know them forever, that their presence gives your heart
peace?”
Noblesse is the daughter of the Vampire King of New York Maximillion
Vander Meer. In the over two hundred years, she’s been a vampire, Noblesse has
never found a true love or discovered what happened to her mother who
disappeared just prior to the French Revolution.
Noblesse has to choose
between two men. Both profess their love. Both are keeping a secret from her.
One wants to destroy her, and one wants to love her forever. But which one?
EXCERPT
“Donovan?”
Snapping out of his revelry, he
laughed. “Yes, Sha. What do you need advice on?” Sha was a Cajun way of
saying my love. He didn’t use it for everything cute or sweet like some
people. Somehow it fit Noblesse perfectly.
She took his arm and guided him
toward the middle of the shop. A thin man in a gray suit with brown hair and
beady eyes stared at him through round silver glasses.
He stood by a large mirror with an
elaborately carved wooden frame in shades of deep blood red etched with
gargoyles, dragons, griffins, pythons, lions and every beast known and
imagined, all entangled in a battle to the death with claws and teeth gnashing,
biting, and slashing. On the top, two words were engraved in French—“Miroir de
Sang.”
“Well, what do you think?”
“It’s says, Blood Mirror.
That can’t be good.”
“It was created for the court of his
majesty, Louis XVI,” the thin man added.
Donovan frowned. “Wasn’t Louis XVI
beheaded?”
“Yes.” The man gave Donovan the once
over.
Maybe he shouldn’t have thrown on
his boots, jeans, T-shirt and beat up old bomber jacket. He did own designer
clothes. His daughter had insisted he have an entirely new wardrobe before the
wedding, but as soon as Evie had gone on her honeymoon he’d fallen into his old
ways. Donovan was glad he couldn’t read minds like a vampire. He didn’t care
what the man thought, but Noblesse’s opinion was another matter.
“From Marie Antoinette’s palace?” Donovan
asked.
“Oui,” Noblesse replied.
Her smile almost made him forget his
objections. “You don’t want this mirror, Sha.”
“Why?”
“It’s ugly. Besides, weren’t the
mirrors of that time period gilded in gold, and smaller?”
“Very large mirrors were made for
the palace. Not all were gilded in gold. This, however, is an unusual piece.”
“Ma chérie, it’s ugly. You
don’t want that. Get something else.”
“Aww, mon cher,” she
murmured.
Turning to the thin man she said,
“Please, pardon us. We would like to discuss this in private.”
“Certainly.” He walked off in the
direction of the Ming vases.
“Of course, Sha, if you want it, I
will not be able to talk you out of it. You only want it because it’s French.”
“It’s more than that. Come
and look.”
As she stood before it, Donovan
finally saw what she was talking about. Vampires could not be seen in mirrors
made of silver. When he should have seen nothing at all, he gazed upon her
lovely reflection.
Max Vander Meer is a modern day Viking, CEO of VMeer
Industries, and a Vampire. He makes a plea to the Goddess Freya to find the
only woman who can heal his heart, the woman haunting his dreams. But, the
Goddess strikes a bargain with him. To find this special woman, Max must return
to the city he helped build-New York, which is threatened by an ancient terror.
When he meets Evelyn, he is astounded. Could she be the one who inhabits his
dreams? But Evelyn is haunted by loss and betrayal. How can Max win her love
when she doesn't trust him as a man, and she doesn't want to be a vampire? If
Max returns to Iceland without her, he will be encased in ice . . . forever!
EXCERPT
Maximillion Vander Meer stood in the jagged mouth of the ice
cave with a wolf skin girding his loins and fur boots on his feet. A frigid breeze
breathed its welcome over his bare chest, arms and legs.
He smiled and closed his eyes to
step back into the Viking past he loved, where he was free. He threw back his
head and howled in exuberant abandonment. Then he ripped off the wolf skin and
kicked off his boots. Max ran to the shadowed alcove he knew so well. A flicker
of the past sparked in his brain and Vikings filled the cave, their voices rich
in the chant of a ritual forgotten in the modern age, invoking the protection
and wisdom of Odin, Thor, and Freya. Then he blinked and they were gone. Their
voices silenced by time.
Every time he entered this sacred place hollowed out by his
ancestors, their presence worked magic and distracted his weary heart from the
curse inhabiting his body. This power brought him back to the Viking warrior
deep within him, as only here could he reconnect with his lost humanity. Every
passing moment the curse pulled him further from whom and what he’d once been.
That was the danger in being a vampire. It wasn’t the chill of his body, but
the distance that crept into his heart. He was on the edge of forgetting how
the laughter of his son warmed him to his toes. The memory of Svenna’s
delicious heat as her soft skin lay against his flesh igniting the fire between
them, slipped through his fingers like water. Inhaling the fragrance of flowers
in her hair had made him feel powerful. Even the excitement of the next
adventure filled with salt spray and swords clashing faded away. His heart no
longer raced.
The dire flaw in immortality was the sameness. Centuries of
monotony blurred into others. Few ancient ones survived the deadly soul-numbing
tedium of every day being the same. Closing on a thousand years, too many chose
to lie in the sun and burn in agony over the course of two days until they
crisped away in the wind. When the true burning began, night, the blessed
night, offered no reprieve. The recent “chosen” death of his friend Coelhus was
etched in his memory, making Max’s need more urgent than it had ever been.
Coelhus had given up. After centuries of dreaming of a woman named Celeste, he
ceased to believe she could be real. Coelhus could no longer bear the
loneliness and the endless searching. Consumed by his dashed dreams, he gave
his body to the sun. Max stayed with him in his last moments, and while he
couldn’t deter his friend, he resolved not to end in ashes himself.
Time had robbed him of love, but today, in this moment, Max
meant to get it back. Right now!
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About the author:
I'm married with two children and a granddaughter. Pete the dog and Bella and Buffy the cat sisters are the furry members of my family.
I'm married with two children and a granddaughter. Pete the dog and Bella and Buffy the cat sisters are the furry members of my family.
I have two college degrees, a BFA in Theater and a Master's in Education. I've
explored a myriad of occupations from being a teacher to a deli worker to a
webmaster. My favorite thing to do in life is writing.
My only goal for my writing is for my readers to have fun.
I write science fiction, fantasy and paranormal romance. In addition to
writing, I'm also an Associate Editor for Space and Time Magazine. I'm a member
of SFWA, RWA and CTRWA.
My hobbies are traveling, collecting sea shells and dragons.
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Gorgeous covers and the synopsis and excerpt are intriguing. This sounds like a must read vampire series. Thank you for sharing your book details.
ReplyDeleteI like the series of covers, and I think I'd enjoy reading these books.
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ReplyDeleteThank you, everyone, for your comments. ! I will pass along your praise to the cover artists.
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Susan
Susan Hanniford Crowley
Love me some vampires! And I really enjoyed the trailer.
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ReplyDeleteThank you. I love that trailer. I was blown away when I saw it.
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Susan Hanniford Crowley
Great covers.
ReplyDeleteThe covers look great. I love them
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bridgett. Thank you, Robin. I thought the cover artists did exceptional jobs.
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Susan Hanniford Crowley
I cannot wait to find out more about Mrs. Crowley's vampires... royals or not :)
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Vampire books are my favorite and I can't wait to read this series! LOVE the covers! ❤
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