Dracula's Secret by Linda Mercury
SHE HUNGERS FOR HIS LIGHT
She calls herself Valerie
Tate. One of the few vampires left on earth, as beautiful as she is powerful,
Valerie has resisted her craving for human blood for years, just as she once
hid her true gender. But the night she lays eyes on the most enticing man she’s
ever seen, it’s game over. He radiates goodness and light—and searing sexual
energy. Valerie must have him. Taste
him. Consume him. For he is temptation—and he is her destiny…
HE BURNS FOR HER DARKNESS
Lance Soleil is a rugged
war veteran who runs a homeless shelter in Portland . At first gaze, he knows
what Valerie is—and wants her even more. But when he welcomes a pack of
werewolves into his shelter, he attracts the attention of Valerie’s oldest
rival—her bloodthirsty brother, Radu, who hopes to become the first vampire
President of the United States . Valerie knows Radu has a
hidden agenda, and with Lance’s help she is determined to stop his unholy rise
to power. But first, she must risk their growing love by fully revealing
herself—as the one and only Dracula…
Teaser Excerpt:
His sun pierced her night.
Valerie Tate stopped dead at
the sudden stabbing pain and clapped her leather gloved hands over her
sensitive eyes. She’d been running full speed from rooftop to rooftop in an
effort to bypass the clogged holiday traffic between her and her destination. Portland ’s nighttime rain had merely cloaked her progress
instead of slowing her down.
The flare of light, brighter than a magnesium
bomb exploding in her face, now left her stunned, blind, and helpless. Any one
looking out over the skyline could see her. Not something she wanted.
She crouched, one foot
poised over the lip of a building’s crown. One wrong step and she’d fall off.
It wouldn’t be a fatal drop, but it would certainly slow her down. Better to
risk being seen up here, prancing about like some crazed musical number, than
sprawled out on the pavement in the middle of the Halloween crowd.
Valerie probed the skin on
her face. Unlike magnesium and direct sunlight, she hadn’t blistered or burned
in response. Good. That would have ruined her evening’s plans. Much depended on
her appearance not gathering too much attention.
Blood seeped from under her
eyelids in response to the too-bright shine. Under the cover of her palms, she
blinked away the achingly intense spots floating before her vision.
How could this happen? Once,
a magnesium bomb had detonated next to her. Even as her skin peeled back, she
had kept going. Nothing broke her concentration during a mission. Six hundred
years of killing had taught her well.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Linda Mercury left behind
her varied careers as a librarian, art model, and professional clown to pursue
writing. She’s interested in writing, romance, the Middle East , reading, organizing, cooking, hand-made silk
Turkish rugs, and the Nike of Samothrace.
Website and blog:
Twitter:
LindaMercury1
Facebook:
Linda Mercury
2 comments:
Hi! Thank you so much for having me. :)
I enjoyed the excerpt.
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