Vivian Mercy has been running from the past for so long she doesn’t know any other way of life. When a panicked call comes from one of her only friends she finds herself returning to the city of her nightmares where her dedication as a doctor and resolve to help others is put to the test.
Etain Vi’Aerlin has been watching over Noctem Falls for centuries. Sent by his queen he became a silent sentinel in the shadows helping Magnus whenever he could. While the sickness around him claims more lives he discovers what it feels like to be helpless, as an ancient warrior he doesn’t have the skills to fight this unseen enemy.
At any other time finding a mate would be cause for celebration, but Etain wants Vivian as far from Noctem Falls as possible, unfortunately, as the only doctor with an intimate knowledge of diseases she has to stay in the city, and finds herself working tirelessly to discover a cure in the middle of the deadly chaos sweeping the levels.
As Vivian’s past is revealed she finds herself not only combating the terrible virus but also the rebellious faction of the Founding Families. Etain vows to stand by her, even if it means abandoning the post assigned by his queen.
It’s a race against time to unravel the lethal secrets the virus is hiding before the city itself is lost forever.
The Blurb: Vikan Shade is the second in command of the Venetian Hills Coven. He’s strong, silent, and intimidating. And he has a secret. Vikan has certain sexual needs, needs that send all of his intimate partners running when he reveals this to them. Scenting his beloved in a laboratory gives him hope. Until his beloved disappears.
Trager Moriarty is a maledictus. A species of vampire cursed to feed on their own kind. At first, finding donors is easy, through his job as a fixer for the paranormal council. When more and more vampires begin finding their beloveds, he must find his own or risk falling into bloodlust.
The thrill of the chase had his blood boiling. He shut the door and began to strip out of his clothes. Laughing she jumped on the bed. Unfortunately momentum carried her off the bed and into the wall. He watched in horror as she slid down out of sight.
“Beth?” He ran over to the bed. There was only a few inches gap between the wall and the bed. He looked up frustrated. The headboard was built into the wall
“Beth, answer me.” He was about to rip the bed away from the wall when he felt something on his foot. When he looked down, a tiny snow bunny was nuzzling his leg
Carefully he picked her up. “You constantly amaze me. My little bunny.” His mate licked his face then wriggled in his hands. He set her down on the bed and watched in wonder as she shifted back to human. She shook out her long blond hair and smiled up at him impishly. Copyright Alanea Alder. All rights reserved
In dimly lit rooms, clothes lay forgotten on floors. Music provides its own rhythm and movement. Candlelight throws shadows against the walls. Intimate moments are tucked under sheets and whispered on hushed lips.
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