Date Published: 10/4/2013
Vlas Von Heildvic sets his sights on Amber Black and will stop at nothing to take her. She is the key to his future, one where he rules the world. The Protectorate can’t let her fall into the wrong hands, but Maverick’s structured ways mangle the operation, leaving her vulnerable. Once bitten, Amber runs off, scared of what she is becoming. Maverick has to change his ways to save Amber and keep her from altering the balance of power in the vampire world. If he loses Amber to the forces of darkness, the world will forever change, leaving humans under vampire control.
Maverick stepped back and looked her up and down. The feelings shooting through her made her wonder if she’d chosen the wrong time to be trustworthy. They were alone in the middle of the woods, and she had no idea who he was.
“I think I’m a bit like you.”
Fear erupted in her belly. “What do you mean?”
“Under all that excitement you feel about your new degree, there’s fear. Isn’t there?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He stepped closer, his height overshadowing her. “There’s one thing you didn’t tell me.”
“What?” Her heart beat rapidly as she searched for an escape.
“Don’t fear me, sweet Amber. Fear the one who gave you these.” Maverick reached up and pushed her high turtleneck aside. He touched her neck where the mark of the bite marred her skin.
Pain shot through her neck and pulsed down her body. “What did you do?”
“Nothing. You know I did nothing.”
“Then what was that?” She tried to move away from him, but she couldn’t budge.
“I know what he did, and I know what you’ll become.”
She spun away from Maverick and took off back towards campus. How could anyone know? Her heart pounded as her arms and legs pumped. All of the sudden he was right there in front of her. She slid to a stop.
“Amber, you can’t fight the change, but I can make it where you don’t regret the decisions you will make.”
“I don’t want or need your help.” For a moment she wondered if she should scream, run, or fight. Convincing the police this guy was crazy wouldn’t be hard. She could make a scene and then get away.
“Yes you do need my help. Whatever Vlas told you, the promises he made, they were lies.”
She shifted uneasily, wondering about Vlas and what he had said. “He made no promises.”
“You’re lying. Promises were made.”
She took off running, her legs carrying her faster than she had expected. In the river, there were a few barges transporting goods. She thought about calling to one of the boatmen when something hit her in the back and forced her to the ground. His arms came around her, and they rolled down the hill away from the river. He flipped on top of her, pinning her into the soft grass.
Maverick stared down at her, his eyes showing compassion. “I’m a bit amazed, but I like you a lot. More than I’ve like other vampires I’ve met over the years.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The press of Maverick’s body on hers turned her insides to jelly. Having this man on top of her shouldn’t feel so delicious, but it did. Her body responded, betraying her with its desire. The guy was obviously crazy and not to be trusted.
“Yes, you do. In about eight days you’ll need that second bite, and only Vlas can give it to you. So, you have to go back because he’s the only one who can help.”
She shook her head, wondering how her life had turned from normal to totally crazy.
“You’ll want to go to him again. Right now you’re probably in some denial, but soon it’s going to be too hard to refute what’s happening to you.”
Her head ached and her stomach rolled. Maverick’s words didn’t make sense. He had to be lying. “How do you know?”
“Watch.” Maverick curled up his lips. For a second nothing happened and then she saw the fangs extending.
As his teeth elongated, hers began to ache. She ran her tongue along her teeth, half expecting to feel fangs, but nothing was there.
“I can help you. But you must come to me after he bites you the second time.”
Writing is Sara's life. The stories fight to get out, often leaving her working on four or five books at once. She can't help but write. Along with her writing addiction she has a coffee addiction. Some nights, the only reason she stops writing and goes to sleep is for the fresh brewed coffee in the morning.
Sara enjoys writing twisted tales of passion, anger, and love with a good healthy dose of lust thrown in for fun. Almost a quarter of a century ago Sara met her lover, falling for him after knowing him for ten minutes. Sara's passion for him comes out in her stories, mixing with her passion for life, love, and good times, flowing onto the page and becoming tales from the heart.