Mortals fail to recognize the supernatural creatures around them. You must not bed those you drink from-as you can never fully wipe their memories clean-unless their lives are taken during the physical union.īlood drinkers survived by one rule above all. And my beloved Shellar will be none the wiser until the deed is done and the piper is paid his due. For the time with my lord is nearing an end, and the thought of never remembering Sebastian is more than I can bear, something I’m not willing to allow.Īlthough it will mean my death, I am content in knowing our last moments will be shared together, in the most intimate and beautiful of ways. Months of preparation have brought me to this place, sitting in a tapestry chair, to appear before him when he enters, having committed a betrayal of sorts. I want to feel the fullness of his cock buried deeply inside my untried body as his moans of pleasure echo inside my ears when he finds release. I want his kiss of sexual longing at my neck while his large hands explore my breasts. The seventeen-year-old girl taken from a harsh life on the streets has gone, replaced by a woman full-grown. I need more than the hours spent conversing privately about his past and my future while wrapped in sheets that know nothing more than the most innocent of touches as we sleep side by side. No longer am I content with his fangs at my throat, followed by the most heartbreakingly tender pulls as he feeds at my veins. No matter the price, regardless of the cost. He enraptured and enthralled me, and I knew I had to be with him. Yet it was his tenderness in that first, tentative contact between us that proved to be my undoing. With thick white-blond hair, vivid and impossibly bright mushroom blue eyes, a face beautiful enough to grace heaven and a chiseled body that moved with such intent and precision he actually appeared to ripple, Sebastian was unlike anyone or anything I’d ever seen. The moment I first laid eyes on him, I knew I would never be able to fight that which would occur regardless. It seemed destined that we should meet, as though it was meant to be. The vampire slave hunter is known for his exceptional eye for beauty and grace, as well as his ability to see the aura of purity as it radiates from the source.Īlthough I resisted my entrapment, spewi ng every vile word in my vocabulary and demanding to be released, it wasn’t long before I met my Shellar-the stunning male who paid the price for my companionship and thereby held all rights where I was concerned. Once we’ve been marked, all that is required is an unexpected happenstance with The Collector to seal our fate.
Mortal females snagged from a life of poverty, desolation and misery. These most cherished servants are treated with the utmost respect, for their bloodlines nourish and provide for their keepers and ensure survival.
Most blood slaves are born of the human families who-for generations-have served the lords and ladies of the keep in a place hidden within the mortal realm. When the time is served, our minds are cleansed of the past and we are allowed to return to the dregs of a society that know nothing about them.
Our virginal blood is our worth, given in exchange to the lords who offer the most lucrative bargain for ten years of our servitude. We are never to know what it means to be taken into bed. And tonight I will die.Īs a blood slave I have never known passion or pleasure. Tonight I will have him, my Master and vampire lord. To my editor, who believes in my work and asks for more. Before the sun rises, she’ll discover what it’s like to be loved by the man who’s weaved his way into her heart, mind, body and soul-even as she succumbs to the bite that will end her life.Ī Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave Disguised by a hint of magic, Katja enters Sebastian’s chambers to immerse herself in pleasures she’s been long denied.
In order to experience a night in his bed she decides to make the ultimate sacrifice. Unfortunately, after ten years of servitude as his blood slave, she’s being returned to mortal society. Vampire Lord Sebastian Arsov is everything Katja has ever wanted.
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