When A Vamp Falls
War of Blood and BondsBook One
A.M. Griffin
Genre: Paranormal
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: 15-MAR-2018
ASIN: B07BGDFGZC
Number of pages: 250
Word Count: 72k
Tagline: Ramsey will stop at nothing to keep Danya safe from harm—even go to war to protect the one he loves.
Book Description:
Danya Evans’s normal everyday life is turned upside down when one good deed lands her on the opposite end of fangs. The fangs happen to be attached to the sexiest man she’s ever seen.
She knows that she should stay away from the vampire who almost kills her, but everything about Ramsey calls out to her heart and soul.
Ramsey Moreau, a Vampire who has walked Earth for thousands of years has two regrets. The first is underestimating the two new vampires who’ve found their way into New Orleans and the second is stealing blood from the trusting human he can't get off his mind. His world is mundane to say the least, but when Danya is around he finds a reason to live and love again.
He'll stop at nothing to keep her safe from harm—even go to war to protect the one he loves.
Excerpt
1:
Death by sun
meant fire, more pain, and more screaming. As far as Ramsey was concerned the
whole ordeal would’ve been an overall drawn out affair.
But he was ready
for it. He’d planned to greet the sun like a big boy.
Until his ego
reared its ugly head.
There was no
fucking way he would be taken out by two piddly fledglings. His
self-preservation kicked into high gear.
He’d struggled,
trying to get himself to safety. Wait out the impending sunrise in the shadows.
But he couldn’t move. The blade they’d used had severed the tendons in his
legs, and the force of the blows had crushed through his knees, just to name a few
of the injuries.
In vain he’d
tried to establish a telepathic link with Marcos, his assistant, but he
couldn’t block out the pain and concentrate long enough to complete the
thought. Without help he was good as dead. His only hope had been to use his dwindling
energy to psychically call for help and pray that a passerby came to his
rescue.
It had worked,
and now because he’d turned his back on an enemy, he had to steal.
Ramsey didn’t
want to take her blood without her permission, but with death at the front door
and his ego urging him on, he had no other choice. The moment the woman had
stepped into the alley he’d caught her scent. She smelled like the sweetest
flower, rising above the stench of piss, feces, throw-up, and garbage. His
instincts kicked in overdrive.
He needed her.
Her blood pumped
hard and fast through her body. The sound weighed on his ears, his mind driving
him to rise up and devour her. He struggled to move, unable to keep control.
He’d willed her
closer.
She’d come with
tentative steps.
Closer.
He’d stopped
breathing. Her scent drove him insane. His body demanded the blood in order to
survive.
Blood.
Mentally, he
tried to lure her. He’d tried and tried, but couldn’t focus on the thought. Her
blood was all he could think about. It consumed him.
“What happened
to you?” she asked in a soft whisper.
Come closer.
“Jumped. Stabbed. Dying.” He could barely speak. He’d wanted her so badly.
She stayed where
she was. Red clouded his vision. Blood lust set in. He needed her. Now.
He’d tried to
lunge, but his body wouldn’t cooperate. He whimpered in frustration, pain, and
need.
Come closer.
“Do you have a
cell phone? I have to call for help, but I left mine at the hotel.”
He didn’t have
one. There’d never been a need. Everything he wanted to tell Marcos was done
telepathically. He opened his mouth to tell her no, but changed his mind at the
last second.
No. Then she’ll
leave. “My … my back pocket.” He could barely talk anymore, his energy draining
fast.
She’d rushed to
him and kneeled at his side. The sound of her blood pounded in his head.
He couldn’t stop
himself, and he breathed her scent in.
Delectable.
“Holy shit. This
is all blood. You need an ambulance, mister.”
She pushed
against him. Her hands roamed his butt, searching for a phone that wasn’t
there. With all the strength he could muster he grabbed her, holding her in a
vise-grip. She struggled against him, but even dying he had more strength than
she did.
“Hey. Wh-what
are you doing?”
“Sorry about
this.”
He’d opened his
mouth wide, his canines elongating in response. She looked on in horror, her
screams caught in her throat as he descended on her neck. His teeth pierced her
skin, and immediately the warm rush of blood filled his mouth.
She’d tasted
better than he’d ever imagined.
About the Author:
A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She's a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.
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