The Ancients Book 3
by Mary Hughes
Genre: Paranormal Romance
I could never trust a vampire. Ever. It wasn’t enough that vampires killed my parents and left me for dead. Nope, they also left me with this searing fear of every one of their kind. But when someone I care about grows sick from poison, I have no choice but to infiltrate a Romanian castle filled with pissy, evil vampires in search of the antidote.
And my only saving grace is that for some reason, I can do things other humans can’t.
Unfortunately, I also seem to be the perfect bait for the Vampire King, Kai Elias. More than seven feet of dark, wicked charisma, ancient eyes, and a body that holds more power and raw, animal sexuality than I can resist. But there’s something about Elias that looks painfully, terrifyingly familiar.
Now I am in over my head and my heart. And my only choice is to trust this dark, charismatic creature…or die.
Each book in the Ancients series is STANDALONE:
* Night’s Caress
* Night’s Kiss
* Night’s Bliss
Trust me, the huge, terrifying vampire told me.
Easier said than done. I’d been frightened of Umbra’s league of hardened, trained killers; this vampire had torn through them like tissue paper.
Oh, that first sight of him upstairs. He was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Towering at over seven feet tall, red eyes gleaming with ancient, alien intelligence. And that body, three hundred pounds of pure muscle, grace, and power, exuding a raw, potent sexuality.
My shameful intuition had whispered the truth.
This is Greyson in his true form.
I hated my intuition, but it had never betrayed me as badly as that moment.
Greyson loved you, it whispered. But this darkly charismatic beast? Never.
At first, I’d refused to believe it. What Greyson and I had shared was real. Then I’d met his terrible red gaze.
This devastating male creature? I was nothing to him. My sweet friend was gone. The love we’d had for each other—likely gone.
And then I was falling through that trapdoor.
Now, in the dim dungeon light, his burning gaze cut straight into my soul. Trembling, I looked away. He’d been this beautiful, terrible creature all along. A vampire. A monster like the ones who’d slaughtered my parents. No, worse. He’d torn through Umbra’s vampires and humans with a rage that made the monsters who’d hurt me as a girl look like playtime. The sheer violence and devastation threw me back into that red haze of blood and icy terror. It shocked me how fast it happened, despite years spent rebuilding my life brick by brick.
My heart, though… My heart whispered treason. That’s Greyson.
Greyson had been too sick to be intimate. This potent male would burn me to cinders.
A small price to pay, whispered my rebel heart.
I clapped my hands to my face. Trust him? I couldn’t even trust myself.