COVER
REVEAL OF LAURA KAYE’S
TAKEN BY THE VAMPIRE KING
A
Story of the Vampire Warrior Kings
Henrik Magnusson is
supposed to be immortal, but a mysterious ailment leaves the vampire king near
death, and not even the blood of the Proffered, human virgins trained to serve
the elite, can sustain him. Then he rescues a beautiful young woman from his
enemies, and is filled with blood lust and desire he hasn't felt for centuries.
Photographer Kaira
Sorenson's life takes a nightmare turn when she's attacked by blood-thirsty
creatures—and saved by a vampire. She should be afraid of Henrik, but she can't
deny her intense attraction to this regal, enigmatic being—nor the fact that
her blood may be his only salvation. Now she must decide if she's willing to be
his forever…
Releases August 1, 2013
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Excerpt:
Henrik’s
back slammed against a brick wall, the darkness of the narrow alley sheltering
their trio from the tourists thronging Tromsø’s streets.
Lars
stood at the entrance, making sure no one developed an unhealthy curiosity.
Jakob
got right up in Henrik’s face, forearm pressing into the king’s chest. “What
happened?”
He
shook his head, swallowing thickly, his hunger burning so intensely it was
almost a living thing within him. “Wanted her,” he rasped. It hadn’t been a
decision. There wasn’t anything rational or conscious about it. From the first
moment she’d approached him, he was awash in her appealing scent, like the
smoky berries of a vintage wine or the rich bite of an aged, dignified whiskey.
“Wanted
her how?”
“I
wanted her.” He knocked his head
against the brick. Even now, he couldn’t shake the image of the vein’s rhythmic
dance along her slender neck or of the luscious dip of her cleavage, both
displayed so invitingly by her upswept hair. His fangs throbbed with a want and
a need he couldn’t remember feeling in ages. Not to mention the aching hard-on
between his legs.
“Straight
out no-shit bloodlust?” Something like hope sounded in the warrior’s deep
voice.
“Ja.” Henrik heaved a
deep breath of cold January air as his imagination unhelpfully replayed how it
would’ve gone down. Tearing the gown from her trim body. Holding her curves in
his hands. Bearing her up against the wall. Sinking his fangs and his cock in deep
until every dark, needy part of him was sated.
“I’ll
get her.” Jakob turned away.
The
king slammed his hand down on his brother’s shoulder and gripped hard. “Nei.”
“You
want her. You need her.”
“I’ll
kill her.”
Because
he wouldn’t be able to stop.
Once
he got a taste, something base and instinctual told him he wouldn’t be able to
make himself stop. He’d been so close to the edge of his restraint in the
gallery. Only the sound of her voice had pulled him back from the brink.
All
he’d wanted was a night out of their mountain citadel, away from the looming
promise of death. He thought the jovial atmosphere of the festival would
distract him from all that was to come. Instead, it had thrown it right in his
face. Christ, he was a catastrophe waiting to happen, already more beast than
man. He shook his head again. “I’ll fucking kill her,” he rasped.
“You
won’t.”
Acid
washed through his gut. “You willing to risk an innocent woman’s life—or her
soul—to see which of us is right? I’m not.” He shuddered, the danger of
becoming like his evil enemies one of his greatest fears. “Leave her be. I’ll
not have it any other way.”
Earlier Books in Series:
In the Service of the King
Seduced by the Vampire King
About Laura
Kaye:
Laura
is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of a dozen books in
contemporary and paranormal romance. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family
believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and
evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and
all things paranormal. She
lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and
appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.
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