Today, I have a treat for you… the fabulous Gabrielle Bisset has done it again and provided us with another morsel of the hot stuff! Read on for more information and a tantalising excerpt. You might also like to check out a guest post Gabrielle did here, including an excerpt of Stolen Destiny, my review of Vampire Dreams – Gabrielle’s scorching hot novella, an interview , oh and her original feature.
“I am everything forbidden.
I am vampire.”
Haunted by betrayal, Saint hides in the human world, giving his heart to no one and finding the only solace from his past in the arms of human women. Now as the Archons begin their takeover of the vampire world, this Son of Navarus has been marked for death.Summoned to defeat the Archons by the world that shunned him, Saint must face his past and Solenne, the woman he loved and lost a century ago, for only in accepting her will his body and soul finally find salvation.
“Solenne, can you find a woman who doesn’t smell
like she’s been deep fried in animal fat tonight?”
Closing the door to the refrigerator, Solenne turned to
see Saint standing at the kitchen’s center island. Shirtless. Again.
“Saint, do you own any shirts or do you need me to
pick some up for you?”
Smirking, he raised his eyebrows in amusement.
“Have we become a prude?”
Pushing past him, she sat down at the table and popped a
grape into her mouth. “Don’t you concern yourself with me, but dial back
the Cro-Magnon act, can you?”
Leaning against the counter, Saint propped himself up on
his elbows and rolled his eyes. “And the girl from last night?”
Solenne secretly enjoyed the thought of him repelled by
Marie for any reason. Maybe he didn’t drink from her. That would explain why he
was being such an ass. Maybe he didn’t sleep with her either.
“Marie seemed perfectly fine to me,” she said
casually as she picked grapes off the vine. “Maybe you just weren’t her type.
Maybe she has more refined tastes in men.”
“Yeah, that sounds right. A woman who smells like a
French fry has refined tastes. Just find me a woman who smells like a woman
You’ll be lucky if
I bring you one at all.
Saint strolled past her after issuing his order as if he
were the king of the castle. God, he was infuriating! If she’d ever met a man who could push her
buttons more than Saint, she couldn’t remember him. Wouldn’t have wanted to
remember him, at any rate.
It still amazed her how different he and his brother
were. Teagan was smooth and so much fun to be around. And Saint? Always the
darker, more sullen brother, he’d transformed into a shell of the man she’d met
a hundred years ago, more detached and alone than anything else now.
But behind his gruff exterior—behind the
defensiveness—that vulnerable soul she’d known then must still exist. At least
she hoped it did.
It did no good to think about that now, though. She had
a job to do, and at the moment that meant finding a human female to provide him
with what he needed.
Even if it felt like she was betraying everything she
held dear in her heart the whole time she was doing it.