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Lady Knight

The Knight Case

Book One

T. Nathan Mosley

Genre: Fantasy/Urban Fantasy

Date of Publication: January 27th, 2017

ISBN: 9781520470863

ASIN: B01N26OWAV

Number of pages: 229

Word Count: 84,819

Cover Artist: Ruben G. Ramos

Book Description:

Detective Cameron Knight does not believe in magic. It's kind of hard to when you're a single(-ish) mother in a high stress job that pulls you from bed at all hours of the night. One of these nights, though, Cameron encounters a magician. Not one of those guys who pulls rabbits out of hats, but a real, true magician. Of course she doesn't believe it. Until Mathias reveals to her a world that is full of magic, Knights, kings, and more.

Following the writings of one of the most powerful magicians to have ever lived, Mathias escaped to Earth, running from Knight Captain Emil Rouland. Emil has been tasked with bringing Mathias before the King of Draeca to face the King's justice.

But Marek, a magician and enemy of Mathias, has other ideas. He sees this as his big break to finally exact his revenge on Mathias and become the hero he's always wanted to be. Little do they all know, however, the cost of traveling between Earth and Draeca has a terrible cost.

The fate of both worlds will hang in the balance as Vee, a being of immense power and evil, plots to conquer one, or both, of the worlds.

  

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"We found someone - a man. He's... not quite right, and he's got this weird costume on. Said he knew about the explosion. Thought you'd want to try talking to him." The kid said. Cameron exchanged a look with Kim and pulled the cigarette from her mouth, sighing. It would have to wait.

"Alright, where is he?" Kim said.

"Over talking to the paramedics, they're saying it's dementia, uh, maybe caused by shock or something. I'm not a doctor."

"That's what we pay them the big bucks for. Good work, uh..." Cameron inspected the officer's name badge, "Officer Winsley. Off you go." Cameron nodded to him and patted him on the shoulder as she blew past him, heading for the ambulance. The 'costume' Winsley had reported was actually a set of long, flowing green and gold robes that draped off the man. A heavy cloak was set about the man's shoulders, and he spoke calmly to one of the paramedics as they asked him questions.

"My eyesight is perfectly fine, madam. This is the third time you've put that lightstick into my face - I kindly request that you cease immediately." The man said, and the paramedic looked to the detectives with a shrug.

"He checks out. No signs of drug use that I can see, physically healthy, just..." The paramedic made a spinning motion with her hand, one finger pointing at her head. "He's all yours." She said.

The man stood as the detectives approached, his head bowing to them so deeply it bent his shoulders and torso towards them. "I know not who you are, but please allow me to thank you for getting that... vulture, away from me. Poking and prodding with her..." he waved a hand, "instruments." The man was strikingly handsome, and Cameron couldn't help but notice how focused and intense his blue eyes were as he regarding them. His black hair was slicked back with some sort of gel, and it was cut close to his head - just long enough to be styled and flare out slightly behind his ears and along the back of his neck.

"That's her job." Kim said as Cameron took the time to light her cigarette, puffing on it as Kim continued, "She's a paramedic. She wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Ah, a healer! I beg pardon, I did not understand her ways, and this word... 'paramedic'. It is foreign to me," he said, a look of worry crossing his face. "Please, assure her I am quite alright. Perfect in all of my faculties," he paused as Kim and Cameron shared another look, "Well, except, I cannot seem to find my staff, but it will turn up sooner or later I suppose."

"Alright, cut it out. Enough of the jokes," Cameron said, and the man frowned at her in confusion, "How about we start from the beginning. Who are you, what are you doing here, and what do you know about the explosion?"

The man's face brightened some, and he swept into a low bow, leg forward and one hand on his chest as the other swept out to one side. "I am Mathias, Lord of the House of Relain, personal magician to His Majesty King Lerrad Olmsith of the Kingdom of Draeca, and..." Mathias frowned, "Well, that is who I used to be. I am now an outlaw by decree of King Lerrad, but I suppose that is not what you are inquiring about. I brought myself here as I was fleeing from his soldiers - you understand I am sure, it is difficult to corner a magician," he finished with a wink at Kim.

Cameron put a hand on Kim's arm as she took a long drag from her cigarette, stopping Kim from decking the wacko. "Alright, let me get this straight. You're, what, some sort of wizard? And you want us to believe that you brought yourself here, using..."

"Magic, yes, of course. The signs are evident," Mathias said, nodding towards the warehouse. "My apologies about the, ah, building there. An unintended side effect of my hastily constructed spell. I believe in my haste I may have made a mistake in the incantation. It would also explain the disappearance of my staff..." He said, his tone turning thoughtful as he spoke.

"Can you give us a moment?" Cameron asked.

"But of course," Mathias said, bowing his head towards them again.

The detectives stepped away from the man and Cameron dropped her cigarette, smashing it into the pavement with her shoe. "Okay. What the hell." She said.

"He's clearly lost his mind. The explosion knocked him into something and he snapped," Kim said.

"He didn't have a mark on him, Kim. No dust, no ash, nothing," Cameron pointed out.

"Well, okay, but - wait, you're not saying you actually believe him?"

"No, of course not! Magic and spells and kings... Ridiculous, of course. Okay, how about this: He sets a bomb, gets clear, and then the shock of what he's done makes him conjure some crazy fantasy."

"What, like repression or something?" Kim said, glancing back at Mathias - if that was even his name. He was standing patiently, watching them with his hyper-focused eyes and his hands clasped behind his back.

"Yeah. Maybe it started before he even knew what he was doing. Got caught up in his fantasy and doesn't really know what's going on."

"Okay. Works for me. How do we handle him?"

"Play along, for now." Cameron said, frowning towards Mathias. He returned her frown with a wide, toothless grin. She looked back at Kim and sighed, pulling another cigarette from her pocket. "It's gonna be a long night."

About the Author:

T. Nathan Mosley was born and raised in Woodstock, Georgia. He is an avid fantasy and science fiction fan and gamer. He lives in Roanoke, Virginia with his two cats and dog that he tries constantly to avoid spoiling too much. His primary genres include general fantasy and urban fantasy, though he has played with the idea of science fiction on occasion. He is currently studying to become a professor of mathematics.

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Sevyn

Renee Dyer

Genre: Thriller/ Romantic Suspense/

Dark Romance

Publisher: Forever Red Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-941853-39-9

Number of pages: 300

Cover Artist: Lee Ching from Under Cover Designs

Tagline: When life hands you impossible choices, can you become the man you want to be?

Book Description:

Born into rival drug cartels, Kevyn Zozlov and his best friend Esperanza Torres defy the odds, finding laughter in a world full of pain. Ripped away from her at a young age, Kevyn has to learn the difference between family, loyalty, and obedience. Fear keeps him focused each day. Memories fill his dreams at night.

Torn between the death he sees daily and what he believes is right, he struggles to decide the kind of man he wants to be—until a promise he makes to his mother, the person he loves more than anyone, changes everything.

“Get out of here and find Esperanza. Promise me.”

Now, Kevyn has to figure out how to make his way to the only friend he ever had—the one person who understands his damaged world. Will she welcome him back with open arms, or turn him away, leaving him more lost than he already is?

With time against him, can he find Esperanza and his happiness, or will he be another casualty of the drug war, buried in an unmarked grave with no one to mourn his loss?

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There is no way to explain the punch in the gut you feel seeing someone murdered.  The sound of the gun shooting.  The way their head jerks.  That moment before the body realizes that its essence is gone, eyes staring nowhere, devoid of all emotion, before finally crumbling to the ground.  Blood dribbles from their lips and pools on the floor.  It’s like your soul performs one last dance before wrenching away to find out what lays beyond.  One last morbid, horrific waltz, it gripped onto me and imbedded every detail into my young mind.

I would never be the same.

He was really gone.

I never wanted to be responsible for someone’s death, but I was responsible for this.  My father was dead because of me.  As he laid there, his eyes devoid of life, no longer able to judge me—hate me, I looked up to the sky and silently thought to my mother…justice is yours.

About the Author:

From a young Renee Dyer had a love of writing, starting with a doodle pad at age four that morphed into journals.  Poetry became short stories and short stories a novel.  Although she’s surrounded by males all day having three sons, a husband, and a hyperactive chocolate lab, she still finds time to be herself by escaping into the fantasy of reading and writing romance.  That is, until she needs a male’s perspective and garners eye rolling from her husband at all of her questions.  Renee is a true New Englander.  You can find her screaming profanity at the TV while the Pats play and cuddling under blankets during the cold seasons (which is most of them), reading a good book.  She doesn’t believe snow is a reason to shut things down, only to slow down and admire the beauty.  Ask her anything.  She’s an open book—pun fully intended.

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A Vision in Crimson
Frostbite

Book One
Kathryn Troy
KGenre: dark romantic fantasy

Date of Publication: June 1, 2017

ISBN: 9781539800897

Number of pages: 323
Word Count: 80k

Cover Artist: TS95 Studios

Book Description:

Katelyn knows her magic is risky, but Icaryan light is fading fast and she is desperate. Returning to Earth, she crosses paths with Luca, a vampire hybrid living on the outskirts of humanity.

Passion sparks their weary hearts. The rogue hunter follows Katelyn into a world teeming with wonder and danger, forsaking his own quest to root out his father.

But his father has not forgotten him.

A Vision in Crimson is the first installment of a new epic fantasy blistering with romance and Gothicism.

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His dream was broken by the feel of something soft against his mouth. He opened his eyes and blinked, thinking for a moment that he was still asleep. Flooding his vision was the red-haired siren of his dream, crouched above him.
​Her dark brown eyes were staring straight into his. He held her glance for a long while, then took a minute to glimpse at the rest of her. Her features were well defined and graceful. Her long luxurious hair, braided in a few places, spilled over her firm, ample curves onto the ground in front of her. Looking at it now in reality, he saw a unique, vibrant shade of red, darker and almost auburn in the shade of the trees, with strands of pure copper and gold highlighted by the sun through the forest canopy. Her large eyes sparkled. They were alight with intrigue and kind concern, but Luca saw a touch of the tired sadness that he was accustomed to seeing in his own dim reflection. Too much for someone her age.
​Luca puzzled over her age for more than a few seconds. Her beauty and slender frame suggested a girl nearing her thirties, yet her countenance told him she had been through more than her share of life’s troubles, even for a woman of the rough and unprotected countryside.
​She stared at his clear crystal blue eyes, framed by thick dark brows. A straight nose, tightly pursed lips and strong chin completed his face. Despite his pale complexion, he was dark and beautiful. She didn’t let it show on her face, but the woman had become immediately enamored of him.
​Her fingers rested lightly on his mouth. After a silence that lasted a bit too long, she was the first to speak.
​“I’ll have you out of there in just a minute,” she whispered. “I won’t hurt you, but we have to be quiet.”
​She turned her head to the side to get a glimpse of the valley below.
​“I’m looking out for a friend, and just spotted you here a minute ago. Once I’m sure he’s okay, I’ll start digging.”
​Luca said nothing. When she was sure that he wouldn’t make a sound, she removed her hand from his lips and moved closer to the hill’s edge, looking for her companion. Luca got a better look at what she was wearing.
​A plaid scarf in sapphire blue with hints of gold thread was wrapped around her neck and waist, covering a tunic dress of the same shade. Her legs were covered by high, soft leather brown boots and blue leggings, but Luca spied shapely thighs at the edge of her skirt. She wore a utility belt across her chest which hinted at her generous cleavage, despite her modest neckline. Above, his eyes traced the silhouette of her long, pale, comely neck with excitement, but he quickly quashed the flutter in his heart before it developed, and redirected his gaze.
​At her hips, she wore two short swords, and the hilt of a dagger peeked out from the top of her boot. She seemed sure of herself, and didn’t appear the least bit threatened by Luca. She didn’t react to seeing him for the first time in the manner customary to women, and even scores of young men; they usually succumbed quickly to his outward charms—his dark aura and hypnotic stare, two of his many vampiric qualities. But she didn’t gasp in fear or swoon in ecstasy. That puzzled him.
​A small part of him wondered why she hadn’t immediately responded to his visage, with a little disappointment.  He chalked it up to her finding him covered in dirt from the neck down. But he knew that shouldn’t have stopped her from surrendering to his trance-inducing stare, even for a moment. He was intrigued by this girl, who had just happened to appear as his dream self was making love to her.
​Her garb made her even more of a mystery. He only noticed these things, which were inconsequential to him, because the fabrics, colors, and design of her wardrobe were infinitely superior, and foreign, to anything he had ever seen, including some of the priciest fashions available in the biggest cities. He much preferred the naked version of her, which had dissipated with her actual presence. But even in all her gear, chosen for its rugged functionality, she looked regal. He saw her gesture to her friend, then she turned to face him once more.
​“Okay, it looks like whoever did this to you is gone. I’ll have you walking around again soon. Who did do this to you, anyway?” she asked, as she began to claw at the earth with her hands.
​“I did.”
​His voice was as toneless and nonchalant as ever. Her hands paused for a moment, still holding clumps of dirt, and she looked at him quizzically.
​“You buried yourself? Why on earth would you do a thing like that?”
​Here came the part he always dreaded, but was compelled to divulge nevertheless.
​“I’m a dhampir.”
​“A what?”
​Here, Luca thought, was the reaction he had been expecting, but had been unusually delayed. He waited for what he had said to sink in, but it didn’t. She was still honestly waiting for an answer. He repeated himself.
​“I’m a dhampir.”
​“What’s a dhampir?”
​He just stared at her, his eyes going slightly wide.
​“I’m not from around here,” she explained, “so you’re going to have to fill me in.”
​Now it was Luca’s turn to pause. Never, in his entire life, had he been asked to explain this term. In a world whose entire existence revolved around the struggle between vampires and humans, to find someone who was not familiar with this word was truly unheard of. He experienced an emotion he had almost never had occasion to experience. He was, in a word, stunned.
​“I’m part human, part vampire.”
​“Oh. Ohhhh.”
​She finally got it. He waited now for the standard response. Instead, a look of embarrassment swept over her face as she began hurriedly replacing the soil she had disturbed.
​“I am so sorry, I didn’t realize. I didn’t mean to intrude on your resting. You looked like you were having a hell of a dream.”
​If you only knew. But, was she actually apologizing for bothering his slumber? Luca’s revelation hadn’t fazed her in the slightest. His amazement at her response only piqued his interest in her more.
​“It’s alright, I was just getting up.”
​Though she had interrupted him, he felt rested.
​“In that case, would you like me to help you?”
​“Do what you like.”
​She resumed her exhumation of Luca. “My name is Kate, by the way.”
​Luca stretched his muscles slightly to a sitting position, the remaining earth above him falling away. He took her outstretched palm with his freed right hand, and they both stood up.
​“Call me Luca.”

About the Author:

Kathryn Troy is an historian turned novelist and baker. Her nonfiction book, The Specter of the Indian: Race, Gender and Ghosts in American Séances, 1848-1890, is forthcoming from SUNY Press. Her historical expertise in the supernatural and the Gothic informs her fiction at every turn. Her genres of choice include dark fantasy, romance, horror, and historical fiction. She lives in New York with her husband and two darling children.

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Blog Tour Stop: Writing the Wolf

Writing the Wolf

Wolves of Crookshollow

Book Two

Steffanie Holmes

Genre: paranormal romance, shifters

Publisher: Bacchanalia House

Date of Publication: May 18, 2017

ASIN: B06W58YNT6

Word Count: 70k

Cover Artist: Aria at Resplendant Covers

Tagline: Rosa just wants to be left alone to write her book, but when werewolves attempt to kidnap her, she realizes her neighbor Caleb is the only one who can protect her. But Caleb is hiding a secret of his own … fur and sparks fly in this hot paranormal romance from USA Today bestselling author Steffanie Holmes.

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Sink your teeth into the hot new werewolf paranormal romance from USA Today bestselling author, Steffanie Holmes!

Rosa

I need to escape.

After those racist bastards destroyed my home, I can’t face the world again.

I’ve rented a cabin in the heart of the Crookshollow forest. I’m going to lock myself away and work on my book. I’m going to write my story.

And I absolutely, positively WILL NOT think about Caleb, the hunky labourer who’s fixing up my cabin.

No way.

I won’t think about the way his eyes melt my heart, and his smile melts my panties.

I’m too emotionally raw right now. I can’t handle a fling, especially not with a white guy.

Especially not a guy like him. A guy who shags and leaves. I can’t handle any more heartache.

Caleb

Rosa Parker – clever writer, black woman, total hottie.

The connection between us sizzles – there’s no denying it: this woman is my mate.

When I’m near her, all I want to do is claim her.

If only I wasn’t the biggest threat to her life right now.

With a rogue wolf pack after my hide, I can’t afford a distraction. Even a distraction as alluring as her.

I need to keep my wolfish instincts in check.

But I can’t help myself.

Rosa Parker has got under my skin.

And I won’t stop until I’ve made her mine.

Writing the Wolf is a standalone novel with an HEA. It’s the second book in the hot new paranormal romance series by USA Today bestselling author Steffanie Holmes. Read on if you love spunky heroines, pack politics, and a hero so hot he’ll have you howling for more.

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Excerpt 1

The toilet didn’t flush.

You can’t be serious. I am not doing this. I’m not living in a cabin with a toilet that doesn’t work.

I yanked the cord again, harder this time.

The loo made a gurgling sound, but nothing else happened.

“You’ve got to be kidding.” I said aloud, my voice sounding hollow in the darkness. Great. This is just perfect. I should have listened more carefully to Rita’s warnings about the plumbing. What had she said, while I was busy thinking about the fire again?

Even when I was hundreds of miles away, Old Garsmouth still managed to fuck up my life.

Well fine, I wasn’t going to deal with this problem in the dark. I’d call a plumber in the morning. I slammed down the lid, and turned on the tap to wash my hand. A tiny trickle came out, followed by nothing except a loud, thumping noise from the pipes.

“Aargh!” I pounded my fist against the wall. Something scuttled across my knuckles.

“Aargh!” I yanked my hand away and stumbled out the door, straight into a tall stranger who was standing on the path.

“Do you need some help?” A deep voice boomed in my ear, with the familiar heavy vowels of a Scottish accent. Huge arms wrapped around my body.

“Aargh!” I flailed my arms about, tearing myself away from his grip. Who the hell was that? Why was some guy walking around my cabin at night?

And why did my body suddenly feel so strange? It was as though I’d stuck my finger in a light socket. All the hair on my body stood to attention. I could only imagine what the frizz on top of my head must look like. My heart thundered in my chest, but this wasn’t fear – it was something else. It almost felt like … excitement.

I fought against the overwhelming urge to throw myself back into the arms of the stranger. What is that about?

I backed against the side of the loo, and studied the stranger. Even in the moonlight, it was obvious he was the world’s most attractive man. Well maybe not the most … Idris Elba was still alive, of course, and Sam Heughan. But this guy would certainly make top five. And he had the significant advantage in that he was in my immediate vicinity, although I still had yet to ascertain if that was a good thing or not.

He had long, floppy red hair that tumbled around his face in tousled waves. A line of dark stubble crossed his strong, square jaw, and the corners of his mouth lifted up into a cheeky half-grin. Eyes of blue ice looked me up and down with predator-like focus. Even though his thick leather jacket, I could see the dark shapes of a tattoo poking out from the side of his collar. He carried a metal box in his hand. A gold ring dangled from the top of his right ear. God, I’d love to grab that with my tongue and—

What are you even thinking? This is nuts. That’s a white guy, standing in the dark. Hot or not, he can’t be there for any good reason.

I backed away further, trying to ignore the desire surging through my body. Stay alert, Rosa. Ignore your body for the moment. It’s probably having some kind of seizure. If he makes a move, turn and run for the path at the other side of the cabin—

“Are you having some plumbing issues?” The stranger asked, taking a step forward.

I held up a hand. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, in a voice that oozed the confidence I did not feel. “You’re sneaking around my cabin in the middle of the night wearing all black, you scare me half to death, and the first thing you have to say to me is about the plumbing?”

He shrugged, a full-on wicked grin spreading across his face, the kind of grin that might move him from top five hottest guys on earth into the top three. “Why not? I help lots of women with their plumbing.”

“Don’t be disgusting. Are you here to attack me? I warn you, I’m dangerous when provoked.” I tried to make my feet move back, but they were frozen in place.

“Oh, I bet you are.” There was that grin again. Cocky, self-assured. Sexy as hell. Damn this guy. “In all seriousness, though. I just came to see if you were all right. I’ve brought my tools.”

He jiggled the box in his hand, which upon closer inspection did indeed look like a toolbox. Certainly not big enough to carry a body around in. That was some positive news.

I still wasn’t buying it. “Do you just randomly walk around the forest in the dark, looking for plumbing disasters? You still haven’t told me your name.”

The guy set down the box, and held up both hands in a gesture of supplication. “My name’s Caleb. Rita hired me to do some carpentry work around the place. I’m staying in the cabin just over there.” He jerked his thumb at the trees behind us. “She asked me to come out and check on you, offer my services for whatever you need.” Caleb grinned again. “Looks like I got here just in time.”

About the Author:

Steffanie Holmes is a USA Today bestselling author of dark and steamy paranormal romance. Her books feature clever, witty heroines, wild shifters, cunning witches and alpha males who get what they want.

Before becoming a writer, Steffanie worked as an archaeologist and museum curator. She loves to explore historical settings and ancient conceptions of love and possession. From Dark Age Europe to crumbling gothic estates, Steffanie is fascinated with how love can blossom between the most unlikely characters.

Steffanie lives in New Zealand with her husband and a horde of cantankerous cats. Learn more about Steffanie at her website: www.steffanieholmes.com. She also writes dark science fiction under the name S C Green.

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Blog Tour Stop: Courting Moon Vampires

Courting Moon

Vampyres Desire

The Bloods Passion Saga

Book One

Adom Sampleu

Genre: Magical Realism / Paranormal Romance

Date of Publication: April 28, 2017

ISBN-13: 978-1540823458 

ISBN-10: 1540823458

ASIN: B06XYVW1NP

Number of pages: 346

Word Count: 88,500

Cover Artist: Adom Sample

Tagline: How far will you go to be with the one you love?

Book Description:

Two worlds.

Separation and control were all they had ever known. The laws set by the iron fist of the Coven of Vampyres pass down to the human reverts was what their worlds were built upon. Love, passion, emotional yearning and above all, human and vampyre fraternization–all strictly forbidden. Yet, a moment’s encounter would soon change all that. One single embrace would alter their worlds forever.

The young vampyre, Sebastian of Orias, son of a ruling member of the Coven, and nineteen-year-old Kyra Dunning, daughter of the Chief Councilman in the human régime would soon learn what it means to feel an insatiable passion. This feeling caused the forbidden fruit to consume their hearts with hunger neither knew existed. To be apart was to die. Henceforth, they chose to break the rules, defy the Coven, and embrace this connection, regardless of the dangers that may unfold.

With marriages arranged, political power to centralize, and underground dissension to eradicate, both the Coven and the Council will stop at nothing to maintain order. And the love between Sebastian and Kyra, unbeknownst to them, may mean the end of everything they’ve ever known.

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The dark meadows and midnight air blast through her hair giving off a scent that would attract any Vampyre for miles. It was there he sensed her. It was there he could no longer deny himself the pleasure of getting to know who she was. The rules were set, and the laws were written, but none of that could keep him restrained. Not anymore.

His emotions fluttered, leaving him no other choice. He must take that chance, regardless of the prospect of rejection. For months, he watched her, lurking in the shadows of their lands, never giving thought as to what would happen if he were to be discovered. It was a risk he was more than willing to take, if only just to get a second glance of her beauty.

He was, after all, the son of a count, and he knew the rules better than anyone. Fraternization between Vampyre and human was strictly forbidden. The rules were imprinted in his brain from birth, but he had to choose differently. Was it her human frailty or the smell of her blood that drew him there every night? Whatever this enchanting spell was that led him to her lands took total control, forcing him to do things he thought he’d never do.

Romantic love was forbidden and after months of obsessing over this human woman, he was beginning to understand why. All rational thought escaped his mind whenever he was near her. The erratic and irrational impulses that made him sneak out of his room, cross the neutral territory, and enter their lands each night had overwhelmed him. He’d lost control, yet refused to do anything about it. This was who he wanted to be.

Henceforth, that night in the dark meadows, basking in the midnight air, he made his approach. Would she welcome him or fear him? What stories would she have heard about his kind that could force her to be reluctant by his presence? He had no choice, for it was too late to turn back now. She was alone, and he would never have an opportunity like this again. He pushed back the bushes, taking slow steps toward her. Hesitant, he thought about turning around and forgetting about her. He knew where this would lead. Still, he interjects his reason and pushes aside all logic, giving in to his wanting desire.

“Hello,” he whispered softly from behind. She froze. She knew the end was near. She knew the Vampyre creeping up behind her would make her his supper if she didn’t run, and quick. Without thought, she took off screaming for her life. Her action to his bold move didn’t surprise him at all; the only thing that entered his mind was how beautiful she looked when she ran away. He didn’t pursue right away. He stood there paralyzed, fearful that he would be discovered.

If anyone heard her screaming it would be the end of him. Before she could get too far, he headed her off, and in a flash was right in front of her. They had collided. She ran right into him. The touch of her soft warm skin sent a sense of inner peace and tranquility through this entire body.

They had their arms wrapped around each other like lovers in need. That sensual gaze he gave her forced the fear to melt away only to be replaced with apprehension and embarrassment.

“I will not harm you,” he said in a passionate whisper.

“What do you want from me?” Her voice trembled.

“Simple conversation.”

“You mean to kill me?”

“Of course not. But far be it for me to make you my meal someday.”

“Who are you?” She gave him an uneasy glance.

He stared into her eyes and smiled, brushing his fingers through her soft, long hair. And thus that single encounter, that bold embrace set forth the path they would go through together; placing things in motions that would tear the very boundaries of everything they’d ever known. Forever.     

About the Author:

Adom Sample was born in Kansas City, Missouri and currently lives in Fairfax, Virginia. He holds an MBA from GMU, an MHA from ATSU. He served in the United States Air Force from 2001 to 2008. He is an independent author who enjoys reading and writing romance, erotic, and paranormal stories. Writing is his passion and he lives to give others ideas and inspire stories to push the limits of creativity.

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Courting Moon

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