Paranormal Romance
Date Published: 10/10/17
Hardened by centuries of torture, former blood slave, Gabriel Erhard, is driven by an insatiable need to destroy his enemies. Violence darkens his battered soul, leaving no place for mercy in his world. Gabriel’s only desire is vengeance—until he finds her.
Seized by vampires, bound as a slave, and placed on the auction block, Jordan Culver is instantly entranced by the dangerous male who claims her. Jordan’s new captor vows to set her free, but his haunted gaze burns with savage desire and his wicked kiss makes her crave his touch and...complete surrender.
While Gabriel battles his enemies, he will break every sacred law to achieve his ultimate goal—uniting the Outcast Society and creating a new vampire Clan. But the distracting human with mesmerizing violet eyes jeopardizes his plans. With very soft whisper she evokes his tormented memories, testing his sanity and challenging his every boundary. Can Jordan help him overcome the miseries of his past and find a future with her?
EXCERPT:
When Jordan heard Ross’s blood chilling growl, awareness
plowed into her, overwhelming her delicate senses. The lights were blinding and
she had to will her eyes to focus while the sounds of cracking bones and pained
moans assaulted her ears. Her instincts recognized what her brain couldn’t seem
to process, a fight had broken out.
As her vision cleared, Jordan swallowed a scream. The
hostess lie in a heap on the floor, bodies of guards with their necks twisted
and bone extending from distorted limbs were piled high, blocking the door.
This wasn’t a fight. She was in the middle of a battle and,
thanks to Ross whose’s arm was like a steal band around her waist, she had the
privilege of being front and center.
The nauseating sound of crushing vertebra drew Jordan’s gaze
to the dark figure in the corner. He held a guard off the ground, his large,
black leather clad hand wrapped around the weaker vampire’s throat. He guard’s
neck snapped, his head wrenching to the side when the figure released him.
Had he done all
this?
Ross slowly retreated until the heel of his boots hit the
wall. Jordan could feel the chill of the winter storm seeping past the glass of
the window behind them.
“Who the fuck are you?” Ross demanded.
The figure slowly turned. His perfectly black tailored suite
with matching back shirt and tie were a striking contrast to the white walls.
The black paisley bandana concealed his face, the fedora he wore cast shadows
over his features. Thought she couldn’t see his eyes, she felt his burning
gaze.
Oh, god. Was he the man who purchased her?
The dark male rolled his wide shoulders, ready and waiting
for his next opponent. The distant pounding of boots splintered the strained
silence that filled the room. Jordan recognized the sound. More guards.
“Who are you, asshole? Who do you work for?” Ross commanded.
The figure shook his head. “Give me the girl.”
His deep, rough voice brushed over her. Calming. Soothing.
Enthralling. Jordan began to tremble.
Me. He wants
me. Fear, hope, and…excitement
quickened her pulse. She knew it was foolish to think this new vampire would be
any better than the slave traders, but she now had the element of surprise on
her side and a chance to escape. Ross would never share that she had killed two
of his men. The dark figure was dangerous, but he would underestimate her like
all the others. Jordan just needed to survive the moment. Ross was using her as
a human shield. If the mysterious vampire attacked, she’d be a goner.
“You haven’t paid,” Ross sneered. He tightened his grip
around her waist.
Jordan gasped in pain and the dark figure growled low,
“Careful.”
Ross laughed. “Worried I might injure the little mortal?”
His hand slipped around her throat, his fingers bruising. “I can break her neck
if I want.” Ross nipped at the tip of her ear.
Jordan cringed and craned her neck, trying to turn away, but
he held her firm. Using the only play open to her, Jordan turned toward Ross
and sank her teeth into his cheek.
With a vicious roar, he shoved her away. Jordan fell hard to
her knees, landing beside the hostess. She tried to stand, but her legs
wouldn’t support her. God damn it,
the drug was still in her system.
“Bitch!” Ross seethed. Grabbing her by the hair, he drew her
up. “You’ll pay for that.”
Jordan spit his blood in his face and smiled when Ross’s
eyes turned pure black with rage.
“Your death won’t be easy,” he hissed.
Jordan struggled for freedom, but her limbs remained
useless.
Guards began to bang on the door. It wouldn’t be long until
they busted in, sweeping the bodies aside. They would swarm the small office,
kill the dark vampire, and Ross would punish her.
“Enough,” the figure commanded, his voice deathly calm.
Jordan was spun around, her back hitting Ross’s chest once
more. His arm snaked around her middle his finger digging into her hip while
his other hand continued to grip her hair.
The dark figure tore off the bandana, the fabric floated
down to cover the face of his last victim. His long, gloved fingers gently
pinched the brim of his hat. With a nonchalant air and smooth movement, he
flipped the fedora from his head, tumbled it down his arm and carefully sat it
on the desk.
Jordan sucked in a painful breath, her eyes going wide, her
mouth falling open, her mind went numb. It couldn’t be him. He couldn’t be
here. Not really. She must’ve finally lost it. Her mind must have finally
cracked. She blink once, twice, three times and he remained there, standing
just a grasp away.
He was even more stunning than she remembered. Strands of
blond hair fell across his brow and framed the hard, sculpted lines of his
face: perfectly square jawline, full lips, and defined cheekbones. Crystal
green eyes, threaded with threads of obsidian, locked on her. His gaze was
mesmerizing, beautifully dangerous. Entranced, Jordan reached for him. The tips
of her fingers tingled. She wanted to touch him. She needed to touch him, to
feel him, to make certain he was real, that he wasn’t just a figment of her
imagination. A character created by her brain to help her cope with the
horrific memories of the night she’d be captured. But he had been there. He’d come to see her preform. He’d followed her
backstage.
“Gabriel Erhard,” Ross snarled.
Gabriel? Yes, yes! This was the man that had come to her
show. This was the man who made her heart skip. The man that had offered her a
record contract. No, he was the vampire that attacked Boras’s territories and
freed the slaves. He had been her only hope for escape and he was here.
“Give me the girl.”
The pounding on the door intensified, the guards would be in
any moment.
“All those raids on my warehouses,” Ross chuckled. “All the
slaves you released.” His fingers squeezed around her throat. Jordan gasped for
air. Her lungs began to burn. She clawed at his hand, her nails scratching,
drawing blood. Still, Ross held her. “Have you been searching for her?”
The black shards swirled in Gabriel’s eyes, darkening the
gentle green and bleeding in to the white until his gaze was completely
consumed by wrathful darkness. Demon eyes. His lips pulled from his long, razor
sharp fangs.
Ross growled, “She’s mine, Erhard!”
The door splintered, the bodies of the incapacitated guards
were shoved aside as vampires rushed in, filling the room, surrounding Gabriel.
Ross pressed his lips against her temple and whispered,
“You’ll never have her.”
His grip on her throat eased as he swung her around. Glass
shattered and rained down upon them, nicking her cheek, her arms, and legs.
They were falling. Jordan managed to suck in enough air to scream.
About the Author
Amanda J. Greene creates paranormal romance for ravenous readers. She lives in Southern California, where she enjoys escaping the rewarding but hectic world of writing by spending time in the sun and sand with her military husband and their two dogs.
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