Sabrina Strong is a strong protagonist, her tale of how she learns to deal with the vampires she encounters day in and day out--well, night in and night out--helps her become strong and resilient. She eventually becomes a seasoned warrior, and at times with humor (uh, you'll see what I mean in the excerpt below.)
The fourth installment of the Sabrina Strong series, Vampire Caprice, is now available.
DESCRIPTION:
The
big vampire, Bjorn Tremayne has lost his reign and has become a
rogue, and this doesn't sit well with him. But he's about to do
something that will change all this. Dark World has set a bounty on
Sabrina's head because she wouldn't mate with him, but he has come up
with a way to trick her into bed with him. He needs to get her away
from the only vampire who protects her—Vasil.
Sabrinas
agenda was to enjoy a pleasant Thanksgiving with family, and no
vampires, Nephilim, werewolves, or demons to interrupt it.
Unfortunately, a demon in the guise of her Grandmother Rose has
decided to attack her at this family gathering. Bill Gannon, her
neighbor and Nephilim, has gotten an invite to Thanksgiving. Just
when he's about to save Sabrina from the demon, who walks in, kills
the demon and whisks Sabrina off in his cool Super Snake Mustang, but
Tremayne... with the help of leprechaun Rick.
After
the melee in Sabrina's brother's house, Tremayne convinces Sabrina
she isn't safe and manages to talk her into running.
Vasyl,
meanwhile, has fought off Tremayne's minions, but in the meantime has
lost Sabrina. It's daybreak and he must hide from the sun. He then
has to chase Sabrina across the Midwest, knowing that Tremayne's
ultimate goal is to mate with her before he, himself, has had a
chance to consummate his marriage to Sabrina.
In
order to complete his duty of finding the sibyl, Bill Gannon must
chase after Sabrina, too, and find a way to talk her into having his
children in order to save the whole Nepilim race.
While
all of these men are vying for Sabrina's attentions, something called
an Undead who feeds on souls, seeks Sabrina—the last sibyl—for
his own diabolical needs. And he is very determined to find her!
EXCERPT:
Tremayne
stepped closer to me. “When Rick returns, I have to go out.”
“What?
Why?” I didn't want my only protection to vanish on me.
“I
need to feed. I need to go out and hunt,” Tremayne said.
My
hands went to my waist and I cocked my hip. “So, now you condone
hunting humans, whereas before you were against it?” I challenged.
“It
isn't against vampire law anymore. There's no place to get the
bottled blood here.”
“So,
you're just going to go out and find some poor human, and feed on
them?” A shiver ran up my spine. I'd been present during one of his
“feedings”. Not something I'd want to see again, thank you.
“Would
you rather I feed on you, instead?” A smile spread across his
handsome face.
“Sure.
Why not? And then we can see how much you like my dagger sticking
into your chest.” I countered, stepping closer.
“Not
as much as you'd like something large of mine sticking into you.”
He wiggled his eyebrows at me, chuckling.
Absolutely
appalled, I hauled off to slap him. He caught my wrist before it got
halfway to his face. I tried with my other hand, and he caught that
one as well. We stared at each other for a full ten human heartbeats
where we seemed to be suspended in animation; neither of us willing
to, or able to move on the act we each desired to act on. And then
suddenly he grabbed me around the waist and hauled me up against
himself. Something hard and cold pressed against my stomach. Wow!
Oh...
It was his huge belt buckle. Temporarily stunned, his lips came over
mine before I could protest. Large hands rounded my butt and lifted
me off the floor. Naturally, my legs parted, and his big body just
filled in the gap. It was like wrapping my legs around a tree. He had
one hand on my rear and the other one up my shirt, our lips still
glued together. The sensation was like an ocean crashing onto the
shore—as though it had always happened; as though it were meant to
be sumptuous and whole. It took my breath away—like he had always
been able to steal my breath. Like unexpected lightning it simply
happened. Somewhere in a far away land, a long, long time ago it
seemed I was his and he was mine. We were acting the whole thing out
again in the now. The moment of truth was this moment, and what we
were doing—or thinking of doing—was meant to be, because it had
happened somewhere in a past life.
My
legs and arms clung to him. I feared if I let go I'd fall forever. We
spun, and bumped into walls. The room, the lights whirled around us
from light to dark, from light and back to dark again, making me
dizzy and I wasn't sure if it was the kiss or the way we just kept on
spinning. I didn't know where we were going, but it felt like we were
traveling to someplace specific.
My
mind suddenly cleared, and I realized the folly of kissing
Tremayne—and where this would lead. Hell-o!
I pulled my lips away, ending it. We were now in the living area,
after the spinning stopped.
“Notice
how I didn't throw you on the bed?” he said, low and edgy. A faint
smirk appeared on his roguish face.
“You
want an award or something?” My retort was meant to sting, but I
was off my mark. His buttery-yellow hair had somehow gotten wrapped
around my fingers. My heart raced, aware of his eyes raking over my
face and then dropped to my neck.
Tremayne's
teal-colored eyes flicked back up to my face. “You want this? Or
should I stop now?”
I
stared into the depth of his old soul, his eyes had turned a
beautiful aqua. It reminded me of the waters off a Bahama shore. His
pupils were large, but not vamped-out. I'd never seen eyes like his
before.
“Yes...
no... I don't know!” I said. “You're thralling me!”
“Uncover
your ring,” he invited. “Let me know. We can continue, or we can
stop.”
Oh,
the hell with it.
I bent toward him and my lips found his. We spun again and once more
I had no idea where we were going from here. Then we were falling.
Still in his arms, he let me land gently on my back. A loud, slightly
surprised grunt tumbled from my lips, and I looked up at him. We were
on the couch. My hands were thrown over my head. His legs and arms
caged my entire body, hovering over me. Desire skittered through me.
My pulse deepened, anticipating his next move.
“Wow.
You've got me now, Mr. Tremayne.” My breath ragged, I had to
swallow, waiting.
“Yes.
Right where I've wanted you for a long time, Sabrina. Do you want
me?”
I
squinted at him and said, “Oh, crap!”
Vampire Caprice
the fourth e-book
in Sabrina Strong series
is available on Amazon
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