Genre: Paranormal Romance and Fantasy
Date of Publication: July 3, 2018
Number of pages: 268
Word Count: 62,519
Cover Artist: London Montgomery Covers
Tagline: Secrets and Lies of a Living Vampire
Vampire Elizabeth was looking for a distraction when she took a job on the isolated estate of scientist Dr. Owen Bennett. Expecting him to be an eccentric old man, the Doctor, turns out to be a lot younger than expected and sparks fly. As Liz struggles with her past and a possible future with Owen, she realizes that things around the Bennett compound aren’t quite adding up.
Suspecting that Dr. Bennett might be a vampire, she begins to search for evidence. However, the more she learns, the more questions she has. To add to the mystery, the doctor’s wife has seemingly vanished, he’s tight-lipped about who they work for, and his research is kept under lock and key.
When the pieces finally come together, Elizabeth is faced with a secret that could have serious repercussions for all Moroi vampires. Could she be on the wrong side?
Now that she’s found the second life she's been searching for, can Elizabeth find her way through this web of secrets and lies or will they be the downfall of it all?
I sucked in a breath. "I have a confession. I was afraid to tell you because I didn't want it to be awkward." I clasped my hands together. "Jack asked to call me mama." I looked up at him to gauge his reaction. "I told him no. He knows that it's not okay."
Owen laughed and shook his head. "That's his MO. He's already asked Flor and Elaine. He's determined to find a woman who will say yes to him."
I laughed then also. "And here I thought I was special. Jack's pretty hard to say no to." We laughed again, thinking about the angelic blond-haired, blue-eyed, sweet-talking five-year-old.
Our gazes locked, and we stopped laughing. Owen darted a look from my eyes to my lips, and back again. My breath quickened, and I heard his heart speed up.
He leaned forward, tucking an errant curl behind my ear, his expression wistful. "You're beautiful when you cry, but I wish you didn't have anything to cry about."
I felt the seconds tick by as our gazes intensified.
I wanted to laugh at him and tell him that his pick-up-line was wasted, but it wasn't. I wanted this. I wanted him to flirt with me, maybe kiss me.
Was I mad?
Biting his lip, Owen's mouth turned up at the corners. "I just… I feel like we have… chemistry." He sighed as he shook his head. "Do you…are you…"
“Yeah, I noticed that, too,” I teased him.
His hand cupped my face, and his thumb skimmed the corner of my mouth.
About the Author:
T.L. Christianson lives in Colorado with her husband and two children. She’s a graduate from the University of Colorado in Boulder, and an avid outdoors woman. When she’s not hiking or outside on an adventure, she’s reading or writing fantasy and science-fiction.
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