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.
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!
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!”
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