Immortal Kiss Series by Laura Daleo -- A Dark Paranormal Series. ***Read Chapter One -- Giveaway***
All of Beth Ryan’s life a mysterious mist has watched over her; a mist she believed to be a vampire. On a cold winter night, Philippe Delon, a 700-year-old vampire walks into Beth’s life. She is drawn to him, certain he is the vampire behind the mist...but is he?
Beth and Philippe cannot deny their love for each other, nor do they try to fight it. Within days of their encounter, Beth accepts Philippe’s invitation to move into his mansion. The mansion unlocks the door to the vampire world and exposes secrets from Beth’s past. Within its walls, she learns the true identity of the mist, her link to the blood lottery, and betrayal of her loved ones. Surrounded by lies, Beth stands before The Council begging for resolution.
His hunger for blood strengthens, and the cravings become too powerful to control. No one is safe, not even his family. To safeguard all he once found dear, Brandon sets out on a quest for answers. In an unfamiliar city, he comes face-to-face with the beautiful young woman, confronts the dark force which controls him, and learns what he must endure to reclaim his soul.
My breath hitched and tears moistened my eyes. “But I love you too. I never stopped.”
He ran his hands over his face and then through his hair. “This is all wrong, and there’s nothing I can do.”
Subtle warmth crept up behind me, and I turned to find its source. Pinpricks like heat rash scurried over my flesh. “The sun!”
Philippe’s head jerked up. “No,” he uttered, and with vampire swiftness he leapt to his feet.
I stood, swayed, and then fell backward.
His eyes bulged and he yanked me to my feet. “Damn it, Beth, run!”
I glanced over my shoulder. The orange ball of flames inched over the sea’s edge, taking possession of the sapphire-blue sky. Within seconds, daggers of light pierced my eyes. I threw up my hand, shielding my face. It went up in flames. Sizzling heat torched my fingers. The stench of burnt flesh stung my nostrils—my burnt flesh. I doubled over, screaming in pain. Philippe flung his jacket over me, swept me up in his arms, and bolted for the house with preternatural speed. He nearly ripped the door from its hinges as he thrust it open, shuttling us inside. He rushed me up the stairs and into our bedroom, and from there pushed me inside the bathroom. He shoved me under the shower, jumping in after me. Frantically he cranked the faucet, dousing our dangerously-feverish bodies with cold water, lessening the stinging in my skin. I sagged against him, releasing a pent-up breath.
I brushed tears off my face. “We were careless.”
He took a step back, shaking water from his hair. “We? You were the one who lost track of time because of your ritual, not to mention being completely hammered. Once again I had to come find you. What if I hadn’t? What then, Beth?”
He glared back.
Complete silence filled the room.
After a minute or two he let out a groan of frustration and shed his wet clothes, tossing them carelessly onto the chair. As he pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms, he switched off the light as if I weren’t even there.
Laura Daleo was born and raised in San Diego, California where she majored in Fine Arts at Mesa College. She is best known for her love of animals and shares her home with three humorous Basset Hounds, Stuart, Morgan, and Dexter, her toughest critics. Laura has held positions in several industries, Restaurant, Telecom, Biotech, Research, and Retail. Throughout Laura's professional career, she furthered her writing skills by taking courses and by joining writer’s critique groups and Writers Digest. She is now the owner of Story Bound Publishing, a fresh voice in the supernatural realm of ebooks and traditional print, committed to publishing unearthly tales of Aliens, Angels, Demons, Fairies, Ghosts, Shifters, Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, Zombies and all other creatures that go bump in the night.