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on May 25, 2017
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I enjoyed the storyline. I loves the characters. That kind of love, passion and connection is something most people dream of.

Twisted Fate

Posted: April 7, 2017 in Novels
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FINAL TW.F.My new book will be available on Amazon tomorrow. Not part of Silver Series, this story holds its own, but takes place in the same world but different city. A love conquers all… story. Really enjoyed writing this one. No therapy or hard lessons depicted in the first novel. Just Love and respect. and perhaps a happily ever after ending. —–> What is love at first sight? Racing hearts? Bated breath? The beginning of happily ever after?
Not for these two women.
Sage wants the raw messy connection of true love so she ignores a reoccurring dream that depicts her certain death by an unknown vampire, and escapes the comfortable quaint town she lives in, to move to the impulsiveness of a noisy, vampire speckled city.
Dr. Melissa Craft, a two hundred and fifty-year old vampire, exists to help others navigate the treacherous paths of other people’s lives and nothing else. She loved once, but that ended after she was turned into a monster and her lover was murdered. Since then, she’s dug her heels in and avoided a romantic relationship at all costs.
When Sage and Melissa meet for the first time, it’s love at first sight.
A heart looking for love, races and a heart, long dead, feels again.
Until…
Reality gets in their way.

Silver Series Book 1

Posted: March 25, 2017 in life lessons, Novels
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Unlike most stories you read in novels, living is raw, messy and unpredictable. A lot of people read to escape the chaos, make up for the lack of romance, imagine the fantasy of being a superhero or just to laugh, because it’s the only time they do. Waking Up Vampire, is not like that. It’s sweaty and disappointing at times.. It depicts the life of a woman confused about love and trust. It reveals the blinders of hate and the possibilities that lie beyond. Since the heroine is confused… I write confusion. She is stubborn and angry, so I write her stubborn and angry. Insight is sporadic because she draws it from a fractured past where a lot is given was then taken away. The ideals, we take for granted, like the love of a parent are not clear to her. Her grasp on expected concepts stay in constant emotion like a yo-yo, because of the atmosphere she grew up in. Love, Hate, indifference. Fighting. Never good enough. Black sheep. I write her that way. I want my wonderful readers to feel as well as understand the confusion and internal struggle she deals with every second of her life.
And when I add unconditional love… The vulnerable. The pain. The giving. I want readers to feel her grow. Feel her pain. Feel her need. Because escaping and healing a brutal past is something most of us go through.aunt-melindas-book-final-with-text-10-14-16

Silver Series Book 2 Excerpt

Posted: February 28, 2017 in Novels
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Chapter One

“Not again,” Lu shouted and sat straight up. She woke in a dark room where she could see everything, as if the walls and furniture glowed. A brief hit of panic infused Lu’s body, until a warm strong body stretched against her. A soft hand on her chest, pressed her back onto the bed.

“You’re safe,” Michelle said, nuzzling Lu’s shoulder. “How do you feel?

Fucked up.

She wouldn’t tell Michelle that, but Lu believed she knew. “I’m not sure. I still don’t know what happened? Dorian’s alive and Al’s not behind bars? And who the hell is Marou and Antalyce?”

“All very good starter questions,” Michelle said, kissing Lu’s cheek.

Michelle shifted so she lay half on top of Lu, and then rested a thigh across Lu’s stomach. The warmth of her soft skin soothed Lu’s anxiety. A little. she wanted to flip them over and feed from Michelle’s neck and then taste every inch of her. Lu swallowed back the urge to feed, instead focused on Michelle’s calm breathing and racing heart. The opposing signals kept the lustful side of her brain hesitant.

“Al and Dorian were part of the test to see if you could control your stress levels. To provoke on the spot choices, you’d make under the worst-case scenarios. Everything you learned about Al, Pete and your father, was true.”

“But I was dreaming. How could what I saw and felt be real?” Lu asked, grabbing Michelle’s roaming hand and placing a kiss on her palm. She needed to think. Michelle’s touch was distracting.

“No. The choices you made were real. Call it a virtual reality where the player has no idea they’re inside a game. Or in this case… a hypnosis-induced dream.”

Lu rolled her head back and forth on the pillow. “I still don’t get it,” she confessed. It felt weird being open and honest.

“Andoron and Antalyce Marou are brother and sister. Twins,” Sage explained. “Turned a long time ago, during the era of The Hunt.”

“The Hunt?” Lu asked.

“A time when vampires, Blood-vampires, were sport. Humans caught and trained wolf-shifters to track them. You see,” Michelle continued. “The story, as it stands now, is this,” she said, getting up and straddling Luigina’s hips. “Andoron Marou despised the idea of losing his power, property and wealth after his death. So, he hired a hunter to find and trap… not kill, a vampire. After his transformation, his wealth and power grew. Still not satisfied, he went after the one person he believed would complete him. His sister. She was his only love. The only person he respected.”

Lu found it difficult to listen. The sound of Michelle’s voice ignited the passion that lay in wait since she’d tasted her.

“Lu? Earth to Lu?” Michelle called, smiling.

“Sorry,” Lu said, as her hands roamed Michelle’s body from thighs to shoulders. Her hips jerking beneath Michelle’s slick flesh.

Michelle bent forward, capturing Lu’s lips in a deep kiss, plundering Lu’s mouth with her tongue. “Never say you’re sorry for wanting me,” Michelle growled.

Lu flipped them over and reached between their bodies to quicken Michelle’s pleasure. Lu was hungry. Michelle’s blood, like her desire, called. Michelle’s moans and breathe quickened and as soon as she screamed Lu’s name, Lu took her fast and deep. Warm, sweet blood coated her mouth, sending her own pleasure over the edge.

Michelle collapsed, boneless onto Lu. Lu held her close as she basked in the tumultuous sensations of the afterglow.

“Goddess, Lu,” Michelle whispered, against Lu’s neck. Voice hoarse from panting and moaning. “I felt that coming but…shit honey. You’re fucking amazing.”

“I love you,” Lu said, and hugged Michelle tight against her chest. Lu waited for the dream to end…again. This was too good to be real. Either she was in heaven or they were fucking with her mind again.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that,” Michelle said, wiggling blonde eyebrows. “And this is real. We are real,” Michelle said, reading Lu’s mind.

“Continue the story before I get distracted, again,” Lu said, feeling her fervor rising, again.

Michelle stared into her eyes for a good minute. Lu could feel the projection of truth weaken her doubting energy. “I promise you are not dead or dreaming,” Michelle said, and then laid down next to Lu. This time, she took Lu’s hand in one of her own, entwining their fingers. “Andoron kidnapped his sister and turned her.”

“That was a bad thing,” Lu said.

“Yup,” Michelle responded. “He told her of his plan to enslave mankind. That their rule would stop the burden of disease on families. No more murders. No more wars. No more suffering. Long story short, humanity would thrive and peace would reign under their rule.”

“Disease?” Lu asked.

“I assume he’d kill anyone who tested positive for terminal diseases,” Michelle said. “Antalyce didn’t go into detail.”

“That’s murder,” Lu said, trying to wrap her mind around the completely psychopathic concept.

“Did I mention he’s nuts? Certifiable? Cracked marbles?” Michelle chuckled when Lu pulled her down for a kiss.

“So, this DST, Dream State Trial, tests vampires…Blood-vampires,” Lu corrected herself.

“Except for those turned by Andoron. He conducts his own series of tests to determine who will be loyal to him. Those who fail, he executes. We keep a registrar of those who pass our tests. Our watchers have photographic memories and know when a vampire is on our lists. If not, we hunt them down.”

“What about Thomas Jonathan Brodan?” Lu asked, her tone softening as she spoke his name.

Michelle sighed, bowing her head.

Lu lost focus when Michelle’s lush blonde hair, skimmed hypersensitive breasts.

Michelle tossed her hair up and around, so it flowed over one shoulder. “Sorry,” she said, blushing.

Lu remained silent while she stared into the deepest truest eyes she’d ever seen.

“Nothing is perfect,” Michelle said, after a moment.

“I disagree,” Lu said, running her nails up and down Michelle’s thighs.

Lu spread her legs as Michelle pressed her body down and slid between them.

“I mean,” Michelle said, smiling, her eyes twinkling in response to Lu’s invitation. “We would have gotten him, but he came to us first. He was the exception to an easy hunt because he was smart and calculating.”

The happiness that burst through Lu’s chest wasn’t hers alone. Getting used to feeling someone else’s moods, would take time. Meanwhile, she’d need to reign in her constant want for Michelle’s affection when in public. They’d have to leave the apartment. Michelle was running out of food.

“How did this happen? Us? You stuck with me through it all. Did you ever doubt me?

“Nope,” Michelle said, running her tongue over Lu’s bottom lip and fingers through her long dark hair. “Never. You read the diary. You know.”

“There were parts missing.” Lu wondered know how she knew.

Michelle stopped all movement and tilted her head. “Like?” she said.

“When you killed me,” Lu said.

Michelle bit into her bottom lip. “I had to.”

“I know. I know,” she said, waving away the awkward moment. “All’s forgiven. The passage wasn’t finished. Something else happened, but I can’t remember. I know you left something out. Like it should be my memory, too.”

“Left out,” Michelle said. “Yes.”

“What?” Lu asked.

“After…I—”

“Staked me. Go on,” Lu said, hoping to ease the spike in Michelle’s guilt.

“I drank your blood. Licked it off the blade. I did not want Alex to know about that. If he did, he would have found a way to kill you, immediately. He would never have allowed the test to take place.”

Lu growled.

“Easy, baby. Our bond, it’s because of the decision I made that night. There’s a thirty percent chance to create a bond between beings such as us. I didn’t think twice. And it worked. When you passed in my arms, my heart shattered. Your soul fluttered through me. I fought to stay alive, not to follow you. I spent the rest of my life searching for you and then keeping you alive. Took a few times but I finally got it right.”

“You’re a little crazy for trusting me,” Lu said, enjoying the love she still didn’t think she deserved.

Michelle’s smile dropped into a pained-look.

“Don’t say it,” Lu said. “I don’t want to leave the apartment. Hell, I don’t want to leave the bed.”

“My love, that’s easy for you to say. I need to eat and drink. I’m dehydrated and starving. So how about a quickie and then shower and food?”

“Oh, fuck, Lu,” Michelle moaned, as Lu pinned her wrists and captured her lips.

****

Their reprieve was over.

Back to reality, Michelle thought, as they walked hand in hand to the nearest Bar and Grill. Michelle. completely immersed in happiness, prepared her mind for the inevitable explosive confrontations. Many DVA agents ate there.

At least Alex wouldn’t be present. The thought of Lu and Alex working together scared her. They hated each other. Antalyce didn’t care or want to know about the dissent in her ranks. All she cared about were results. Successful results. Everyone was dispensable. She’d need to deal with him soon.

“You’re brooding,” Lu said, bumping Michelle’s hip with her own. “I can tell your hiding something.”

“Not hiding,” Michelle responded. Her ability to neutralize her emotions did not work well with Lu. “I want to enjoy this, us, for a short while more before we we’re knee deep in DVA shit.”

Lu crinkled her nose. “I don’t like it. I don’t want you to protect me. If we are in this together, then we are all in.”

“Okay. Okay,” Michelle said, stopping them in the middle of the sidewalk. She cradled both of Lu’s hands in hers, pressing kisses to each. “You are right. I’m sorry. Forgive me?”

Michelle’s mind swam and her belly warmed. Both emotions were Lu’s reactions to her apology.

“Yes,” Lu said.

One more peck on Lu’s lips and Michelle took Lu’s hand and dragged her into the bar.

This is going to be an interesting experience, Michelle thought. At almost midnight it was standing room only. Michelle weaved through the crowd, making sure to hold tight to Lu. Through their connection, she felt Lu’s possessiveness rise and her guard slam down.

“Relax,” Michelle projected.

“I’m trying,” Lu responded.

Michelle slid onto a vacated stool at the end of the bar and made sure Lu’s chest and belly pressed against her back. Lu placed a hand on her thigh. The bartender held up two fingers to Michelle and she nodded. He disappeared into the back to make her usual.

“Are you kidding me?” a woman to Michelle’s left shouted, over the din of the room.

Lu turned dark eyes on the woman.

Michelle stood, placing herself between the two women. “Shut up, Audrey. She passed the test. She’s one of us,” Michelle said, keeping her tone neutral even though the fuse standing behind her had been lit.

“No, she’s not.,” Audrey said.

The bartender placed Michelle’s food bag on the bar and shrugged and smiled. He waved her away, when she dug into her back pocket for her wallet. Michelle threw Audrey a dirty look, grabbed the bag and Lu’s hand and stormed out of the restaurant.

Silent anger and guilt rummaged around in Lu’s mind while they walked, but Michelle didn’t know what to say to calm her. And then and idea hit.

“What?” Lu asked, when Michelle’s mood lifted.

“I have an idea. How about we let off some steam?”

Lu’s licentious smile sent warm tingles through Michelle’s raw nerves. “Goddess, Lu. You’re insatiable.”

“Am I supposed to apologize? Cause I’m not sorry,” Lu smirked.

After recovering from Lu’s sexual assertion, Michelle applauded her new-found confidence. It’d only been the weekend, but so far Lu appeared to be adapting well to the real world. “Never ever be sorry. Unfortunately, we don’t have time for that, now that we know a quickie lasts over an hour,” Michelle laughed. “I have a less appealing idea, but we can’t stay in bed forever.”

“I disagree,” Lu said. “But show me anyway.”

 

Chapter One

 

 

 

Frolicking through a daydream of sexual fantasy, written by one of her favorite romance authors, Melissa did not see or hear the approach of an interruption, that would painfully extract her from the erotic escape.

“Okay. This has got to stop,” said a beautiful, tall redhead, whose eyes flashed hotter than her hair.

Reality slapped Melissa out of the fantasy world and back into the real world.

Anger and frustration welled up so fast she barely restrained the impulse to lash out at the intruder invading her privacy.

Her assistant and best friend, Casey, loomed over her, hands on her hips, bent down retrieving the romance novel that fell to the floor. She quickly glanced over its contents. “This,” she said, waving the book around, “is not real.”

Melissa sucked in and blew out several breaths. Casey’s annoyed expression flattened becoming more concerned, acknowledging that there was more going on in Melissa’s mind other than the words from the romance novel.

“You followed me? Again?” Melissa’s patience thinned. This night held a lot of bad memories and she couldn’t wait for the sun to rise and whisk her away into oblivion. “And what would you know about real?” She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth, but grief held back an apology.

Casey flinched. “I can fantasize with you,” she offered. “You don’t have to spend this night alone.”

“Yes, I do,” Melissa muttered. “Two hundred years and the memory of her murder still destroys me. Anger eats away at my confidence and the hate I feel for my long dead father refuses to subside.”

“You’ve locked yourself away on this day, every year since I’ve known you. There are other ways.” Casey paused biting into her lip.

Melissa knew she wasn’t going to like what Casey would say next, but instead of walking away, she bowed her head.

“You need to get out and live. You won’t survive much longer if you don’t.”

Melissa’s head snapped up. “I go to work every night…Don’t I?”

“Yes. But—”

“I listen to people for twelve hours every night, puzzling out where their lives went wrong. I help them.”

“Melissa—”

“I even get together with you and other people from work for the occasional social chat.”

“Rarely,” Casey groused.

“I do live. I live the way I do to survive.” Melissa stood and headed for the steps leading to the front of the library.

Casey stepped in her path. “I want you to do more than live. I want you to be happy.”

Melissa took one step down and turned around. “I am fine.”

“I know you think so.” Casey smiled. “Let’s go out. Have a few drinks.”

Melissa took another step down. “Funny.”  She should have run, fast and far as soon as she yelled at Casey. Guilt was her worse enemy, and Casey always managed to get what she wanted by using it against her. Melissa stood on the step below, looking up at Casey smiling as if she had won.

“It’ll be good for you. You need to refresh and regenerate. You can’t give your patients clarity if all you know is them and their problems. You need different perspectives. Perceptions and settings that have nothing to do with Psychiatry.”

Melissa pushed past Casey. “I’m going home.”

One long blue fingernail tapped the banister. “I’m going to keep bugging you until you give in,” Casey warned.

Melissa’s foot froze inches above the bottom step. “Why can’t you just let this go?”

Casey walked forward taking Melissa’s hands between her own. “I know what’s going on,” she said. “It’s why I came looking for you. It’s the anniversary of her death and I decided it’s time to make this date a little bit easier on you.”

Melissa slumped against the railing. “That’s not possible.”

“It’s probable.” Casey winked. “That’s why we are going out to celebrate her love and not her death.” Casey stepped in close. “You need socializing. Feed that over worked brain with nonsense and laughter.” Casey pushed. “You know I’m right.” She put her right hand over her heart. “I promise. One drink and I’ll set you free?”

“No.” This time she would stick to her guns. She would not be bamboozled into a night out. She would not let Casey’s pouting lips distract her. She was not going anywhere and that was that.

 

****

 

“This is the last time I’ll be able to check in for a while,” Mick said, to Antalyce. He cupped his hand over the phone and his ear to hear over the din of the noisy club. “My targets are about to meet.”

“You have eyes on them now?” Antalyce asked.

“One. The other is set to arrive in a few minutes.” Mick tracked the beautiful bartender as she moved from one end of the bar to the other, serving patrons and smiling. Mick saw the man who started this all, watching her as well. Mick couldn’t wait to end his miserable life.

“You’re sure you don’t need help?” Antalyce asked, but Mick heard the warning in her tone. “I can send Pete or Al to help.”

“Unnecessary. I’m in place and handling every step with precision. Pete or Al’s involvement will add more variables and throw off all my calculations.” And he owed it to Melissa to get this right since it was Mick was tricked into destroying her life. He would never admit that to his boss. They were all just weapons in Antalyce’s arsenal to use against her brother.

“This needs to happen soon, Mick,” she said. “Their involvement is crucial to the next mission.”

“I know what’s at stake,” he said, holding back his temper. “I’ve got to go. The first round is about to start.” Mick hit disconnect and watched, with anticipation as Melissa with her red-haired friend approached the bar.

 

****

 

Melissa stepped back from the blaring lights and music, kicking herself for being weak. “I’ve changed my mind,” she said, staring at the word Domino flashing black and gray over a small building. “Besides, I prefer small intimate taverns, simple drinks and a leave-me-be ambience.”

“What about the stink of body odor and death. Lice, knife fights and foul tasting blood?” Casey countered.

Melissa groaned. She’d already spotted three fang jockeys before stepping inside the building. Casey winked at them having no inhibitions or rules for whom she fed from. She would take it anywhere and anytime. It made perfect sense knowing how Casey survived the era of being hunted by doing what she needed to survive. Melissa considered her a free feeder. Melissa, on the other hand, kept to a set of solid rules on who she fed from and when.

Casey grabbed her hand and pulled her forward.

Loud music spilling from the entrance, beat against the inside of Melissa’s ribcage. She glanced at the ample crowd waiting anxiously to get in. She couldn’t see how far the line went because it disappeared around the building.

“I don’t want to stand in line for hours. I have things to do.” Melissa grimaced at the pathetic whine in her voice.

“Not the things you should be doing. Besides, I have VIP cards that will get us in right away.” She waved the cards in the air with a mischievous smile. “Our first drink is on the house.”

Casey handed her a card. The name Domino, like the flashing sign, took up one whole side. On the other was a personal invitation to get in without the wait. “How’d you get these?” Melissa asked.

Casey winked. “We received them in the mail a few weeks ago. They were addressed to you. I held on to them for a just-in-case moment.”

Melissa grudgingly trailed behind Casey. “One drink,” she said, hoping this gesture would waylay Casey’s concerns. She loved Casey and even though true happiness had personally eluded her, she’d make Casey happy with this small effort.

When the bartender turned to face them, the flesh on Melissa’s chest tingled and burned and she immediately lost herself in hooded, sunburst colored eyes, the heat in them reminded her of the sun she hadn’t felt in over two hundred years.

The bartender smiled. “What…” her voice wavered but she recovered quickly and turned up the brilliance of her smile. “Can I get you?”

Casey jabbed her in the back. “Hot woman’s talking to you,” she whispered. “Say something.”

Melissa cleared her throat, delaying her response so she could remember how to speak. “Red wine, please,” she sounded stilted to her own ears.

“Smooth,” Casey said.

The bartender smiled and leaned over the bar to get closer. “Dry, sweet or something in between?”

Melissa caught the swell of large breasts straining to be released from the tight red and black vest and looked away before lust betrayed her. She’d thought lust had died along with her love.

“C-chianti,” she stammered over the storm of the conversations. She needed to get out of there. This woman, this bartender had caught Melissa’s monster’s attention. Even though she’d fed recently, hunger disturbed the dust on her libido.

The beautiful bartender was back in moments. She slid the glass across the bar to Melissa.

Melissa grabbed the wine glass and finished the liquid in a few swallows.

“Melissa?” Casey whispered. “I thought you fed?”

I did.” Melissa responded in Casey’s mind.

“Really?”

Melissa did not like the way Casey drew out the word.

She caught the bartender smile at her while attending to another patron, and Melissa couldn’t remember a single solitary reason to remain celibate. “Shit.” Strength based on a life of solitude and independence, shattered under the assault of this compelling woman’s presence.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” The bartender asked, biting into her melon scented lower lip.

Melissa stifled a groan wondering if she was reading the signals wrong.

“This is Melissa,” Casey said to the bartender. “In case you were wondering.” She added.

The blonde licked her bottom lip and grinned. “Sage.”

Mortified, Melissa forgot to breathe. Her mouth moved but no sound rushed out. Sage blushed, and the sides of her mouth twitched as if she’d wanted to say something, but instead she tucked her lip between her teeth again.

Casey, damn it. What are you trying to prove?

For a very long time, Melissa existed without needing anyone. One woman long gone still owned her broken heart. She should…no would heed that lesson. She would never allow that kind of pain back into her life. Never again. For one thing, she wasn’t insane and second—okay she wasn’t insane.

Sage’s proximity, her lavender spice scent, the sultry sound of her voice and those damn eyes, snapped centuries of practiced control. Melissa’s fangs lengthened simply from the vibrations of Sage’s racing heart.

Sage broke eye contact. “If there’s anything else you want; Gabe will help you.” She glanced at her watch. “It’s time for my break.”

Melissa’s heart broke a bit more.

Gabe shot an annoyed look at Sage’s fleeing back.

Despite the rejection, her body refused to take the hint. Melissa’s nipples scraped pleasurably against the cotton blazer. The slight caress from her silk blouse and shift of the soft fabric of her slacks made her aware of how affected she was by this stranger. Sore echoes from old memories, she wished she could forget, filtered through the moment reminding her why she’d chosen a solitary existence. Melissa clenched her jaw to keep from screaming.

A fang jockey squeezed into the tiny space between Melissa and another patron. Unwelcome fingers caressed the back of her arm. “I’ve got plenty of what you need,” he whispered.

Melissa turned savage, baring her teeth at the man invading her space. His hand dropped to his side and he disappeared into the crowd.

Melissa stared at the door Sage had disappeared behind. Sage’s rebuff stung. She’d kept to herself for so long, she didn’t know how to deal with the upsurge of messy emotions.

Melissa turned an accusing stare on Casey.

I. Am. So. Sorry.” Casey sent the apology directly to Melissa’s mind, emphasizing the depth of her error. Telepathy was a more prolific usage of communication between vampires and the more sensitive human. Less than twenty percent of humans could receive messages sent in the form of emotion and energy and only if the vampire made direct eye contact. Though she knew Sage wouldn’t feel it, she projected deep sorrow in her direction.

Casey sandwiched Melissa’s hands in-between hers. She brought them to her lips, kissing each knuckle and then embracing them against her chest. The distressed look on her friend’s face chased away the sharpest points of her anger. Melissa forgave Casey. This was the kick in the heart she needed to validate the life she’d chosen. Unfortunately, the damage was done and Melissa would need time to heal.

Sage’s sensuous gaze had touched her heart and it still pulsed with expectancy. Something about how that woman walked, the way she talked and moved with familiar gestures had stealthily picked the lock to Melissa’s soul. Each time Sage smiled, Melissa’s long dead heart ached with hope. Now Melissa felt worse than empty. She felt alone.

Is about a woman, subconsciously, fighting for the love of the father who abandoned her.

Luigina Silver’s parents’ twisted and volatile relationship skewed her sense of love and hate, and as she grew older, turned the empathetic, passionate woman, cruel and unforgiving. After her sister is murdered by a vampire, Lu is recruited by an agency that handles all things vampire. Lu’s dark heart leads her into the delusion that she is human kind’s only hope and becomes reckless and a danger to herself in her pursuit to eradicate all vampires. Lu hopes, ultimately to avenge her sister’s death and prove to her father that she is not worthless.

And then Luigina becomes one of the vile creatures she hates to her core.

Michelle, another agent in love with the hot-headed vampire killer, holds the key to Lu’s salvation and a secret that will most likely destroy them both; Michelle’s heart and her betrayal in the name of love. Accepting Michelle’s confession is only part one of Lu’s journey.

Love may conquer all in most cases, but Luigina must face a far more difficult challenge if she is to pass the test all vampires face in order to avoid execution.

Only, she isn’t slated for execution. If she fails, Luigina will be entombed, never to be reborn.

Luigina must face and forgive the man that blames her for her sister’s death.

Second book in the series coming soon!