Snow
the Vampire Slayer
Publication
Date: September
22, 2014
About
the book:
Lady Snow Gwyn is tired of playing
"mother" to her seven Vampire Slaying brothers. For the past two
years, she's yearned to be out there fighting at their side as they hunt for
bloodsuckers in the black of night. Snow is as good a fighter as any man, but
she wasn't called to be a Slayer. A mere formality in her book.
Prince Sageren, Son of Lothar has spent
the last fifty years in exile, awaiting the day when he can finally avenge his
family and take back his throne. Barely existing, he's forced to face his inner
demons and the monster he once was, compelling him to vow to never drink from
humans again. A simple enough task--until he crosses paths with a human who
makes his fangs ache to drain her.
That's why when Snow runs into Prince Sage
on a late night trip to the woods, she's torn between the urge to kill him and
the desire to succumb to the feeling he stirs within her. And when Snow's life
is threatened by the same evil that murdered his family, Prince Sage must
enlist the aid of Snow's brothers to not only help him save her life, but to
also regain his rightful place as King of the Vampires. If Sage can keep
the Slayers from killing him first.
She inhaled the scent of his leather jacket. It mixed with the musky scent of his skin and she was overcome with a sudden longing for him to kiss her. She shook her head at the thought. An aura of danger surrounded him and the risk of the encounter thrilled her. But the graceful way he moved, the way he tracked her with his gaze, stirred a note of warning inside her.She tried to grab her sword, but his gaze fell upon her heavily and she found she couldn't."What are you doing to me?"He inched even closer, bent his neck and breathed her in. Her stomach clenched. She'd never craved a man's touch so badly. She didn't like it. "You're using magick on me. I command you to stop.""You command me?" He gave her a wry smile that she wanted to smack off his face."Are you Fae? A mage? What are you?""You're bleeding," he said."I fell. You didn't answer my question.""No, I didn't. Let me see it."Snow's arm lifted though she willed it to stay down. "You're infuriating."He took her palm gently in his cool grasp and unwrapped it. "Thank you.""Why are you doing that?""To make sure it heals," he whispered. He lifted her palm, examining it, and let out a shuddered breath."Don't touch it. I've already disinfected it." Snow's mind felt cloudy and thick, like she'd taken too much medicine. She wanted to pull her hand away, but she couldn't. His touch was gentle and cool on her skin.Something nagged at the edge of her mind. She should be afraid, but she couldn't concentrate long enough to figure out why.Sage reached down and sniffed her palm. Snow's mind screamed for her to run. When he licked her wound, she sucked in a breath. Somehow the feel of his skin touching hers made her knees almost buckle."What are you?" she asked again.He lifted his mouth from her skin, his eyes glowing brightly in the moonlight.
Her brain finally caught up with her. No! It wasn't possible. Her brothers had said that vampires were vile and evil. They were dead, blood-sucking killers. How could this handsome, sensual man possibly be the monster they hunted at night?
Thanx so much for hosting me today Queen of the Night! Snow and Sage had a great time showing off their story!
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