Dracula’s Secret
by Linda
Mercury
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BLURB:
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…
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:
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