The Warder's Vampire
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Viola Grace
Word Count :20750
Publication Date :2011-06-19
Series : Warders#4
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-165-0
Serafina was born a dhampir. The offspring of a Warder and a Vampire. The first in centuries. She has no idea that an ancient spirit is plotting to take over her body and use it for a purpose she couldn’t imagine. Franc has been a vampire since he was born. He has never been exposed to magic in this form, and being dragged into Realm, fighting with dragons and goblins is so far off his personal scale that he might have to consult a therapist after it is over. Together, they make Halloween a night to remember for all the Warders and the inhabitants of Realm.
She opened her eyes a crack. She could feel his hunger. It called to her own. That was it. With a snarl she snapped the cuffs and dragged his neck to her mouth. Her teeth dug into the flesh and she groaned as his blood filled her mouth and ran down her chin.
Swallowing rapidly she took in as much as she could before he recovered from his shock and pushed her away.
He stumbled back and clutched at his neck. “What the hell are you?”
Sera unlocked the cuffs on her ankles and stood to face him. “A dhampir. Haven’t you ever met one before?” Her fist flew at his face and connected with a sharp snap.
He fell to the floor and she was on him again. Punching, kicking and biting at any exposed skin. Her nails extended and sought purchase on him.
“Son of a bitch!” He wrestled her off him and seemed astonished that it was taking most of his strength to keep her at bay.
With three brutal attempts at keeping her down he finally held her to the floor by the expedience of sitting across her hips and holding her hands beside her head. “What the hell are you?” His own fangs had extended in the heat of the fight and his chest heaved with the effort of subduing her.
“I told you I am a dhampir.”
“You can’t be. They are always male.”
“How did that happen?” He looked down at her, his eyes carefully tracing every contour of her face, neck and the deep vee of her shirt. His own hunting features had emerged in the fight and she was watching red and midnight eyes assess her form.
“Well, first there was this bird, and then a bee was trying to have sex with it…” She trailed off as his features darkened with anger.