When your life is messed up to begin with, how much worse can it really get?
Heather Ryan's life has never been simple. The latest in a long line of descendants who have made it their mission to hunt down and slay the Ancient Vampire, Marko Pavel, she is also the first born Infected. Up until recently, the biggest downside to living with the Vampyrric Virus was simply that she craved blood, but after receiving a DVD from her deceased Grandmother Sofia and being kidnapped with friend and so called guardian Werewolf, Brendan Daniels, she quickly discovers that she is also the inspiration behind the Vampires’ attempt to create a whole new breed of super monsters—Hybrids.
The truth comes at a cost, but how much does one have to sacrifice to gain success?
Following the breadcrumbs left by her psychic Grandmother, Heather and Brendan find themselves in new territory. Venice is where Heather hopes to find Marie, the second Bloodling of Marko, along with Brendan's three taken Pack members. But an old Peace Pact between the Italian Pack and the Colony means they are left hunting blind, and due to the Italian Alpha's reluctance to believe their story of kidnap and experimentation on Loup-Garous, time is running out. So when help comes from an unlikely source, they have no choice but to accept.
All families have secrets, but blood can't lie.
Caught up in an intricate and complicated scheme spun by the one she trusts the most and the friend of her enemy, Heather soon discovers that she is the pawn in a plan she would never have been able to conceive. But how many of her new allies were in on the game, to begin with? This title contains explicit language, violence, and some scenes of a sexual nature.
Length: Novel| Content: Urban Fantasy| Publisher: Elizabeth Morgan
Heat rippled through the darkness, washing over me. Forbidden and sweet, wrapping around me like a delicate thread which seemed to tighten with each second that passed. The thread pierced deep inside me, tying itself to my very core, like a tether. Pounding in the darkness—a steady beat all around me, a beat I knew should be inside of me, but it wasn’t and yet, the thrum was closing in, and with each hit came a wave of bliss that rolled over me, through me. The thread got stronger, tighter, changing from a delicate strand of silk to a link of iron chain, unbreakable and binding. The pounding got worse. Stronger, heavier, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to hide or run towards the crazed tempo... Then the pain tore in as forbidden and pleasurable heat turned into fire, fierce and branding, blazing from my very core outward. A scream lodged in my throat. Oxygen burned like the flesh on my bones. Blistering agony consumed my body, which I was becoming more and more aware of as the darkness got lighter. I felt as though I was being pulled in half, pulled into a million pieces, stretching and stretching, knowing that any moment now, I would snap. I would break.