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Vows of a Vampire, March, 08
Total-E-Bound
ISBN: 978-1-906328-95-5
Genre: Vampire
Format: e-Book
A promise made. A promise broken. Can
love prevail while shrouded in danger?
Varick vows to honor his mentor’s last wish, to
watch over Aubrey, a woman with a complicated past. Against his
better judgment, Varick finds his level of emotions growing for
Aubrey each day. But, when an accident nearly takes her from
him, Varick has no other choice than to reveal his true
identity. |
Aubrey finds herself in the company of a dark and seductive
stranger, who claims to not only know a lot about her, but also
claims to be a vampire. She tries to ignore her instant
attraction for him, and the way his body makes her weak.
As leader of his clan, Varick must make a choice. Follow his
heart, or follow the path set before him. With a growing unease
among the clan, his brothers consider a new leader. When
Varick’s love for a mortal is exposed, he is thrust into a
dangerous situation, one that also puts Aubrey’s life at risk.
A
combination of smells caught her attention, dark aromas she could
almost taste. Bourbon. Blood. Sex. Musk. A lustful hunger started in
the pit of her stomach.
The light
continued to flash. On. Off. Aubrey’s arms rested at her sides and
she leaned her head back. Invisible lips brushed along her ear with
whispered promises to slake her rapacious appetite. Her body lifted
up out of the car. She moved her lips to ask questions but her words
were inaudible. The voices soothed her. They promised safety.
Someone cared for her greatly and waited for her arrival. Aubrey
wondered if they meant her mother.
Fingers
combed through her hair and swept along the slope of her neck. Lips
teased along her flesh, the heat from their breath penetrating her
skin. More fingers slid along her legs, higher toward her inner
thighs. The movements promised fulfilled desires, and mind-numbing
orgasms. Despite her inability to see anything or anyone, she parted
her legs, groaning as fingertips prodded beneath her panties and
taunted her clit. Hands tight around the steering wheel she grinded
her hips until her body shuddered.
As she
came down from the euphoric high, faint voices floated around her
head.
He
waits for you.
The
flashing red light stopped and the sudden blackout rendered her
blind. Her body moved through the darkness on a chariot of invisible
arms, her feet dangling beneath her, unmoving, unfeeling. Had she
been in an accident? Was she dead?
A crimson
red glow came into view, creating a tunnel that looked to stretch
forever. Aubrey glanced behind her, unnerved to find the tunnel
stretched just as long the other direction. Whatever hands had
carried her had disappeared. Her feet touched the ground and she
teetered a few moments until she regained her balance. Seeing no
other choice, she continued on.
After
several minutes of walking into nothingness, a door opened. Aubrey
stepped into a blood-red room lit with hundreds of candles.
Immediately the amber glow soothed her and prompted her all the way
inside. Fascinated, she could only stare at her surroundings.
Elegant glass vases filled with roses hung from the blackened
stonewalls. Sensual baroque music played faintly in the background
and beckoned her forward.
“Where am
I?” She was startled to hear the sound of her own voice as it echoed
off the walls.
“Welcome.”
Aubrey
looked around for the owner of the feminine voice, but didn’t see
anyone.
“Excuse
me, wh-what am I doing here?”
“He
sent for you. I will let him know of your arrival. Please, make
yourself comfortable and someone will bring you a drink.”
Who was
this mysterious he everyone kept mentioning? “Wait, who sent
for me?”
“Varick.”
The name
hung in the air, as mystifying as the room itself.
A
contoured chaise lounge sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by
transparent curtains held open by red ropes. It looked luxurious.
Something fit for a queen. She walked toward it and ran her fingers
along the fabric. Velvet. Sinful. The feel of the texture against
her flesh nearly brought her to another orgasm. Nothing about the
night made sense. Since the moment she walked in on Gil, she felt as
though the rest of the evening took place, as she remained stuck in
a dreamy haze. Perhaps this Varick person would help her make sense
of things.
She tested
his name out on her tongue. Varick. A liquid sigh escaped her throat
as a thrill fluttered low in her belly. How was it possible her body
instantly became aroused at the thoughts of a man she’d never met
before?
