This story has been a doozie for me as a writer. It's definitely been a labor of love with the time and research that's gone into it.
I keep trying to push the envelope, searching for new ideas and directions to take my craft and, in my opinion, this story really did that and more.
If you're looking for a book with loads of excitement in and out of the bedroom, then this action packed paranormal romance should be right up your alley!!
Keep you're head down when you read it though... you never know when those imps from hell will attack again!
Ford Lenox, a natural born damphyr, waited three hundred years for the phenomenon of his birth to be repeated. Many had been conceived. Many had even been born. But only a few made it to their twenty-first birthday. And none shared the same requirements as he, to assume their rightful place at his side and become his queen.
Lauren Neil was born three hundred years to the day after Ford’s birth, and it was no coincidence that he found her only days before her twenty-first birthday. Little did she know that the damphyr lurking beneath her human surface was about to be unleashed, prominently placing her on the throne to rule over damphyr and vampire alike.
Lauren’s demonic sire slash father, Drago, an incubus, straight from the pits of hell, has other plans.
Can Ford fulfill the prophecy and save Lauren and their kind? Or will a new species be created to rule the world?
Even a match made in heaven, may have to go through hell to survive!
In this excerpt, we see just how strong a "beckoning" can be. Their dreams are powerful and to me, this is what makes damphyrs all the more intriguing.
“There you are,” Lauren’s angelic voice chimed.
Ford rose up and leaned on his bent elbow. “You’re doing well,” he told her as she drifted to his bedside. Scooting over, he made room for her sit down.
“I’ve been waiting. I thought you would never leave my side.”
“I’m being as patient as I can. Sitting against that wall almost drove me crazy,” he whispered, rubbing his cheek against her upper arm.
“Then you should have gone to sleep sooner.” Lauren raked his hair away from his face and tapped the tip of his nose with her index finger. “You tortured yourself needlessly.”
“Lauren.” He shook his head in disbelief. “You have no idea how hard this is on my end. The waiting. The desires. The fire…”
Lauren laughed softly. “Poor baby. Would you rather trade places and deal with the fire that’s burning inside of me right now.”
Placing his hand on the back of her neck, Ford drew her face closer to his. “I would if I could.”
“It’s not so bad now that I’m here. Earlier, though…” She inhaled then exhaled deeply.
“I know and I’m sorry.”
Lauren stood and walked over to the armoire in the corner. She studied old photos she probably hadn’t had time to notice the last time she was in his room. That time he ushered her out the door, but now she was stronger and had nowhere else to go. He allowed her to take her time.
“It seems like a lifetime ago that we were up against hell demons in the parking garage.”
Ford left the bed and stood behind her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he bent over her shoulder. “It was a lifetime ago,” he breathed into her ear.
Lauren pressed the back of her head against his shoulder and sighed. “Ford?”
“Can he find me here?”
Her fear worried him, but there was no need. “Navina cast a protective spell over you hours ago.” He kissed her ear. “He can’t get through.”
“Are you sure?” She slowly turned and faced him.
“Look at me.” He lifted her chin, encouraging her gaze to meet his. “I’ll protect you until the very end and beyond if I’m able.”
She hugged him to her. “I knew you would say that.”
The mood was somber and quiet. This was their first time to be alone and enjoy the peace. It would be a while before they would have this peace again. The next few days would be dangerous and violent. If he could give her anything, it would be this intimate time between them, without interruptions and worries.
“How long do we have?”
“A while,” he replied as he led her back to the bed. “Lie with me.”
They both settled into his bed, her back against his chest. With his arm tangled around her body, she caressed his skin.
“I wish I could smell you.”
Ford leaned into her and kissed her shoulder. “I’m glad I can’t smell you.”
She glanced back at him, her brow pinched with worry. “Why would you say that?”
“Your body is phasing and the stronger the vampire cells become, the stronger your scent is. That’s what was driving me crazy.”
“What did it do to you?” She rolled over to face him.
Ford inhaled deeply. Thinking about it would only increase his frustration. “It doesn’t matter.”
She rose up on her elbow, allowing her crimson locks to fall across her shoulder and neck.
Ford’s body warmed as the contrast between the deep passionate color of red, clashed with her alabaster skin, so delicate and smooth. She was breathtaking.
“Tell me how my scent makes you feel,” she whispered. “Don’t leave anything out.”
He stared into her sea green eyes. She wasn’t going to stop until she invaded his very last pore. Her seductive strength relentlessly infiltrated his mind. God, she was exquisite.
“It starts in the back of my throat…” he began.
Lauren lifted her finger and softly trailed down his neck.
“Then heat fills my chest.”
Prying open the buttons of his shirt with her free hand, she folded back the halves, leaned in, pressed her lips to his flesh and kissed his chest.
Ford flinched as flutters of sweet kisses tickled his skin. “Uh…” His mind whirled and he forgot for a second what he was about to say. “Twinges of fire burn my stomach as you—I mean your scent glides down.”
Lauren inched her way lower and Ford held his breath as she swirled the tip of her tongue around his navel. She would be the death of him. He knew it as sure as he knew what she was.
She was no longer human. Yards away in a room down the hall, a true damphyr was being born and he was her first victim. A punishment he would gladly endure forever.
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