Against the glittering decadence of 1920s New York, daywalking vampire, Frederica
Lavoy is sent to bring her immortal love, the exotic and mysterious Eduard D'Arcy
to meet her father's justice for alleged crimes against humankind. But is it
justice that waits or vengeance as an age-old enemy manipulates both hunted
and huntress? In this game of cat and mouse, the stakes are not just life and
death, but the immortal soul!
"4 1/2 Stars! A Top Romance Pick! Mesmerizing! Readers will want to
sink their teeth into this hypnotic and compelling tale. Hard to put down and
seductive ... kept this reader completely enthralled. All I can say is --
more!"
- Kathe Robin, Romantic Times
"Magnificent imagery! Gideon's stories transcend the genre with action,
adventure, mystery, horror and romance. Fun, fast-paced reads comparable in
style to Dean Koontz. If you're looking for romance with a bite, stake your
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-- Midnight Scribe Reviews
"Highly recommended! Readers who enjoy a supernatural romance will
relish Nancy Gideon's latest offering that shows why she is one of the sub-genre's
better authors. Fun, entertaining - makes the supernatural feel natural."
-- Reader to Reader
"Very hot! A psychological drama with a mixture of vampire and a touch
of romance. Her ideas for a world with vampires are unique and interesting to
investigate. Ms.' Gideon has the power by use of her well-structured writing
to make you visualize this interesting society set in an era of change."
-- Scribes World
"Fast-paced and enjoyable with a welcome setting. Ms. Gideon's twist
on the vampire hunter keeps her series fresh and interesting. The classic vampire
hero - mysterious, enigmatic, magnetic and intriguing. An excellent work!"
-- The Romance Journal
"Look out, Buffy! You lovers of those handsome, powerful and seductive
vampire heroes, here is another wonderful treat from Nancy Gideon. A great book
with both drama and the development of an earth shattering and beautiful romance.
You will love this second book and look forward to the next!"
-- New-Age Bookshelf
She lay bundled in a wrap of ebony velvet. Against that starkness, her shoulders seemed shaped from delicate alabaster, her exquisite features chiseled from flawless marble infused with a rosy glow.
So beautiful, so perfect.
So deadly, his treacherous lover.
Eduard stood unmoving but hardly unmoved, watching her drowse in sated pleasure. He tried to keep his thoughts simple so as not to overwhelm them with the awful magnitude of what he'd just discovered.
He'd known from the start what she was, her father's long arm of justice reaching out for the unlawful. He'd learned she was an accomplished liar and role player, that she could hide her true feelings so deep, they couldn't be touched by even the strongest vampiric probe. A woman and a warrior. She was a finely crafted instrument; sleek, lovely, lethal, like the dagger he held in his hand.
But was that all there was to Frederica Lavoy?
If so, why had she released him from her father's imprisoning care? Because she hadn't believed him guilty or because she couldn't bare to lose him? In his vanity, he wanted to believe it was a bit of both.
He moved closer to continue his study, his step silent, his features still.
Did she care for him or was she a spectacular actress? She enjoyed having sex with him. That, she hadn't pretended. She was a young, vital woman, liberated by a passionate nature. Was that all they'd shared? Just lustful couplings? He frowned to think it even as his body stirred with heated rememberings. Was she a cold, carnal creature devoid of tender emotion or conscience, or an intense and vulnerable woman, layered with complexities he had yet to understand?
He weighed the knife in his hand. Was this the justice she sought? Had she released him so she might have the pleasure of bringing him to his end? Had she slain Vanko because he saw through her disguise? His thoughts winced away from imagining her surprising his loyal lieutenant with the wicked point of her dagger before falling upon him like an animal and draining him to near death. If that's what she'd done, what made her any different than those she hunted in her father's name?
If that were true, was she beyond redemption?
Was she incapable of love?
She stirred on the rumpled bed covers, her eyes blinking open to fix upon him with a sultry soft focus. His traitorous response was immediate and shaming.
She'd come to him with his friend's blood on her hands, his life coursing through her veins. He'd enjoyed that warmth Vanko had given her. And he'd taken her to his bed where she yet remained in hopes of further destroying what was left of his self-respect and dignity.
And he still wanted her, even with hands stained and motives impure.
His love for her damned him all over again.
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