In preparation for the release this spring of Blood Prophecy, book 4 in the Sons of Navarus series, I've reduced the price of the prequel novella, Vampire Dreams, to $.99. The story that began it all, it features the love story of Brandon and Arden along with three of the Sons of Navarus, Vasilije, Terek, and Thane (who is about to be featured prominently in the new release coming soon).
Here's a taste of that first story that introduced the world to Vasilije:
Blurb:
A vampire for hundreds of years, Brandon Ridley is
surrounded by others of his kind who enjoy their world to the fullest. Orgies,
debauchery, and sensual delights leave him empty, though. What he wants is that
one woman who will share his life.
Homeless and without any family, Arden Stephens must live on
the streets of mid 19th century London,
never a safe place for a young woman.
One night, as she is running for her life from an attacker, she is
rescued by Brandon
and offered a place in his home as his maid.
Brandon is enchanted by Arden from the moment they meet and yearns to
make her one of his kind.
Nightly, he visits her in her sleep, preparing her for the
night he will finally make her his own.
For Arden,
the wanton dreams she has about her handsome employer seduce her and each day
when she wakes up, she finds herself more drawn to him. But love and desire aren't enough for Brandon to sire her. He must first obtain the approval of his own
sire, an ancient vampire named Vasilije who has thwarted his chance for
happiness before.
But if Brandon
can convince him, he may finally find the love he's been without for centuries.
Excerpt:
The
dark streets of the city lay sprawled out in front of her, filled with both
possible danger and salvation. As she ran, her feet pounding against the stones
beneath them, her breathing came in pants that stole the moisture from her
mouth. Her eyes frantically scanned for someplace to hide as she pushed her
legs to run faster.
She
could hear his feet as each one solidly hit the ground behind her. His stride
much longer than hers, he was coming closer with each step.
If
he caught her...
The
pounding of her heart hammered in her ears as the blood pushed faster and
faster through her body. Up ahead, she saw a door ajar in a rundown building.
If it was empty, she might be able to find a place to hide and hopefully escape
from the pain of what awaited her if he captured her.
She
slipped through the doorway, but her cape caught on the doorknob, costing her
precious moments. As she worked to free herself, she heard his footsteps slow
down to a walk, a sign he was as sure as she that he’d won.
Finally,
in desperation, she tore the fabric from the knob, and free to run once more,
she turned and ran headlong into the chest of a man who stood silently watching
her.
“Please
save me! He’s coming for me!”
In
the dim light, she saw his emotionless expression. Would he help her? Or would
he hand her over to him?
Without
a word, the stranger took her roughly by the arm and led her to a table near
the far wall. With his hands on her shoulders, he hesitated a moment and then
spun her around.
His
voice deep, he commanded, “Place your hands on the table and bend over.”
Fear
raced through her as she questioned whether she’d chosen a fate as horrific as
the one she’d fled from. But she did as she’d been told and waited in terror
for what was to come.
The
noise of her stalker entering the building caused her to turn her head, but the
voice behind her sternly warned, “Face forward.”
She
felt hands lift her cloak and dress, allowing the cool night air to hit the
bare skin of her thighs. The feeling at once thrilled and shocked her, and she
instinctively stood up to cover herself.
The
man behind her forcibly pushed her back down toward the table and leaned over
her. Whispering low in her ear, he said in a kind voice, “Trust me,” as he
pushed his body firmly against her backside.
“Hey
you! Where’s the girl who came in here?”
With
his hands on her hips, the man who gave her no choice but to trust him pushed
his hips toward hers and thrust toward her still clothed body to simulate sex.
In her ear, he let out a throaty groan unlike anything she'd ever heard before.
“Hey!
I asked you about the girl who came in here!”
Never
looking back, Arden
squeezed her eyes closed, shutting out the moonlight that streamed in through
the window above, and waited for the attack she dreaded. Instead, she heard the
man whose body continued to meet hers bark, “Go away! This whore’s mine!”
Indignant
at the use of the word whore to describe her, she started to push herself up
but his hand held her by the neck and forced her to remain still on the table.
A sound like a hiss came from her protector and the other man hurriedly ran out
of the building.
A
hardness brushed past her thighs and she realized while she’d escaped death,
she now faced being raped by this stranger who had asked her to trust him. Over
and over, his erection teased her. Fear turned to arousal as she felt his stiff
cock press toward her and her body begin to want him. His hand on her neck
eased almost to a caress as he continued to hold her down.
Noises
behind them told her the original attacker had been chased off, and when the
thrusts stopped, she pushed back against him, forcing him off her. Spinning
around, she smoothed her dress and snapped, “You are no gentleman! Whore?”
The
man stood looking at her, a small grin creeping onto his lips. In a voice far
silkier than she’d heard from him before, he said, “You didn’t need a
gentleman.”
I kept it fairly clean for this excerpt, but I should warn you, the story is quite steamy. To grab your copy, visit
Amazon, B&N, iTunes, Kobo, or Smashwords. Happy reading!
And here's a special surprise: Enter to win a paperback copy of Blood Prophecy, the 4th novel in the Sons of Navarus series! Just visit Goodreads and enter for a chance!
