Genres: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy
Blurb:
Only a day after Eamon Rutherford
destroys a cadre of vampire hunters sent to kill him, he decides to
take his human lover Amelie to London to turn her into a vampire and
look for Bernard Townsend, the vampire who sent the hunters to kill
Eamon and declared a blood war on him.
This war isn’t just to settle a
rivalry. It’s a war for power.
Bernard wants control of the European
Shadow Government, the vampire governing board, and bring his plan to
fruition, a plan that begins with the revelation of vampires to
humans and ends with the domination of the human race. He knows that
this will never happen as long as Eamon is alive. Bernard also knows
that to get to Eamon, he has to get what he cares about most. To
ensure the success, Bernard brings forward his secret offspring
Reinhard Heydrich, the Butcher of Prague, who will kidnap and kill
Eamon’s beloved Amelie.
Eamon must find
and save Amelie before Heydrich kills her and Townsend’s plan
unfolds. If he doesn’t, there is no limit to what a vampire like
Heydrich might be capable of. But saving Amelie won’t be easy.
Everywhere he turns he finds intrigue and deception. Even from those
he trusts the most.
Excerpt:
You
Don’t Declare a Blood War on Me and My Line without the Expectation
of Retaliation
Kill
Townsend. That was what needed to happen. And as soon as possible.
Eamon Rutherford rubbed the bridge of his nose and again tried to
come to grips with the events of the past twenty-four hours.
A
scowl appeared on his face and the muscles of his shoul- ders knotted
before he could even process anything. Eamon took in a deep breath
and exhaled it slowly. Destroying a makeshift band of vampire hunters
in his former companion’s nightclub wasn’t something he would
have chosen, but he was forced to do that very thing. And it had been
ages since a hunter had threatened him personally. Or tried to
threaten him. The ones last night were far from what he remembered
from centuries past. The group he destroyed were nerds and armchair
warriors, not organized, well-practiced hunters. However, before
Eamon killed one of them the hunter mentioned a name, the name of an
ancient rival, Bernard Townsend.
Bernard
Townsend was a half-assed, one-time knight from centuries ago, an
on-again-off- again problem for Eamon. Townsend fancied himself to be
more powerful than Eamon despite the age gap of many centuries. In
the late seventeen hundreds, Eamon almost imposed a final death on
Townsend, but at the last moment Eamon spared his rival, figuring
that leaving Townsend with the humiliating knowledge that he only
survived through Eamon’s mercy was enough to keep the repugnant man
away once and for all.
Since
that time, Townsend had avoided Eamon and any- one, human or vampire,
that Eamon knew and Eamon had all but forgotten about him up until
last night. And his sudden reappearance raised an alarm in Eamon’s
mind. Why would Townsend send a group of poorly trained vampire
hunters after him?
Eamon
rose from the bed and walked to the window over- looking Amelie’s
back garden. Normally, he enjoyed the col- orful, fragrant roses and
oleander bushes filling the quaint yard, but not today. He rubbed his
shoulders, removing some of the tension, and sighed. The phone in his
pocket vibrated, but he ignored it. The vampires of his line had
nagged him the better part of the day, leaching as much of his time
as they could before he left. His phone had vibrated non-stop with
their calls and text messages. Should the meeting of the United
States Shadow Government be arranged? Could they call him while he
was in London or was he serious that he wanted no contact while he
was gone? The main question was when was he coming home? He wondered
if he was leaving children or vampires. But that was part of being a
Primigenio of a vampire line. You were a father to them and had to
deal with many of the same issues as a human father.
Because
of this and Bernard Townsend’s unknown motives plaguing his
thoughts, Eamon had gotten little day sleep. Fortunately, at his age,
he didn’t require much rest. He also had the added benefit of being
a day walker, a vampire who could move about without a problem when
the sun was up. It was a lucky trait the vampires of his small line
carried. Eamon looked back at Amelie and remembered they were leaving
soon. He sent a text message to Jason, the pilot of his private
plane, and verified the departure time. Eamon didn’t want any last
minute surprises or problems.
Eamon
returned to the bed and kissed Amelie’s forehead. He hated to wake
her, but they’d be leaving for London in a few hours. He took a
moment to watch her sleep. She was snuggled up next to him with a
tiny, contented smile on her lips. Whatever she was dreaming about
seemed to make her happy, and he wanted that for her more than
anything. He wanted her to have a life of happiness and love with him
and to never have any worries. If he had his way that would always be
the case.
His
phone vibrated again, shattering the moment of much-needed quiet
Eamon craved. He hesitated before answering, thinking it was one of
his vampires trying a last minute grab for his time and attention.
“Yes?”
Eamon said and climbed back out of the bed.
“So
you killed Sanchez and his followers? I expected as much. I didn’t
honestly think they would succeed but they wanted to do it.”
The
caller’s voice reignited a centuries-old anger within Eamon. He
paced back and forth, wanting to reach through the phone and snap the
caller’s neck. It was Bernard Townsend.
Instinctually
Eamon checked on Amelie, who still slept. He turned away so as not to
disturb her, his rising angst causing him to grip his phone until the
plastic cracked.
“I’m
coming for you, Townsend. You don’t declare a blood war on me and
my line without the expectation of retaliation.” Eamon would rip
Townsend’s throat out right now if he could, and put an end to
whatever scheme Townsend was formulating.
Townsend
laughed his hearty, jovial laugh. “The humans I sent after you last
night were a warm up, a bit of target practice. I felt it would give
you a sporting chance.”
“I
will find you and when I do, you’re dead,” Eamon said.
“Rutherford,
you’ve been a problem for me for as long as I can remember. Now, I
have the advantage.”
“You’re
nothing but a two-bit gangster.” Eamon looked around the room,
calming himself. “I should have killed you when I had the chance.”
“But
you didn’t, which shows how weak and short-sighted you truly are.
Well, until we see each other, Eamon. And we will see each other,”
Bernard said.
The
sudden dial tone cooled Eamon’s ire and he withered with regret as
he turned back to Amelie. Their trip to London would not be the same.
Townsend would see to that. Eamon wanted the trip to be perfect for
Amelie. He wanted to show her London, the city he had known for
centuries, not the What’s
On version
of the city. For a moment, he considered not taking Amelie with him.
He could find and kill Townsend and then bring her over afterward.
But he knew how much she wanted to go and he wanted her to go as
well. After their recent separation, he didn’t want to be away from
her any longer than he had to be. No, he refused to let Townsend ruin
this. After all, Eamon had waited too long for Amelie.
And
he could kill Townsend at any time.
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About the Author:
Alison
Beightol formerly lived in an active haunted house in rural northern
Florida but now lives in a non haunted but still active house with
her author husband, Scott Baker, her daughter, two ice cream craving
Boxer dogs, a rescued cat that thinks he’s a dog and a rabbit. For
as long as she can remember, she's loved vampire stories, romance and
gothic tales that keep her up at night. Although she works as a
registered nurse, she studied both history and theatre at the
University of Florida and loves intertwining history with a
theatrical touch in her writing. She is the author of Blood Betrayal:
Book One of The Primigenio Tales and its sequel Blood Beginnings,
which introduces a sinister historical figure as an adversary for her
vampires. Alison is hard at work on the third and final installment
of the Primigenio Tales.
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