Darkest Prince
I've been busy working on Darkest Prince, trying to get it ready for release. I'm aiming for 14th February and so far, it looking good!
Here's a little teaser from Darkest Prince.
His voice sounded in my mind, an unwelcome visitor that had kept up the torment since he had sank his fangs into me. “Lead with me Shyla, take your rightful place at my side.” I rolled my eyes and closed my mind to him, forcing him away. He could always wheedle his way inside my mind when I was weak. I needed to feed otherwise he would find me. It was bad enough that the hunters were hot on my trail without Dario joining the hunt.
Dario sired me; he was also the biggest jerk in history. I hated him from the moment I’d received the email telling me he was my next target. Actually, scratch that, I’d kinda liked him when I’d first met him, and then I hated myself for liking a vampire.
I was a hunter, bound by birthright to hunt and kill vampires. (Providing you passed the gruelling training, otherwise you were bound by birthright to become a walking incubator for our kind!). I couldn't kill just any vampire, I wasn’t permitted to stake them in the street or anything like that. There was a vampire hit list that came from the powers that be – namely my boss, and we killed them. Simple or it was supposed to be!
I’d just completed a mission and had headed to a small village, booked into a tiny B&B and was taking a couple of days off to lick my wounds, and drink myself silly so I could forget. I’d had a call from my boss telling me that the money for the successful kill had been transferred into my account and that I had another job coming up in a couple of days.
He’d warned me that if I failed this next mission, I would end up back in the training facility. I’d done my time there and didn’t want to go back. I’d grown up with the other young hunters; it was like an orphanage for our kind. At eighteen you were put into the training centre and worked your butt off for the next six months. If you didn’t pass the grade you became a walking womb, producing as many new hunters as you could and then, once you stopped producing, you were sent away. No-one knew where the women went but I had my suspicions that the women were killed. That was all the incentive I needed to prove my worth as a hunter.
The trainers were vile creatures, uncaring what injuries they inflicted on you. Their reasons were simple, they let you live. If you were facing a vampire, they wouldn’t stop to kiss you better if you got hurt. It made you work just that little bit harder so you didn’t end up on the breeding programme. They taught you not to care for anyone but yourself. They made you pretty much emotionless. Apparently it was for our own good, if we only cared about ourselves, we would concentrate on the job better.
Six months later, you graduated as a hunter, with all the skills of an assassin and your personality and humanity knocked out of you. Well, that was their intentions but somehow I had managed to retain mine. I wasn’t sure that it was a blessing. I was still in touch with my humanity and even though I was supposed to kill vampires without regret, I drank myself silly for a couple of days after I’d done the deed to help block out the pain and the guilt, and that was when I’d first met Dario.
I was puking in the bushes out side of a little pub in the village, wishing that I hadn’t drank that last single malt whiskey. He chuckled at my predicament and held back my hair as another bout of retching took over my body.
He’d known what I was as soon as I’d looked up. I was wiping the edges of my lips with my sleeve and he waved a cotton hanky at me. I took it and was just about to thank him when I saw a tiny narrowing of his ice blue eyes, just as he’d noticed my shiny red ones narrowing back at him.
Our eyes are what set us apart, that and the fact that we didn’t drink blood. The closest I’d come to drinking blood, was drinking a Bloody Mary whilst trying to cure a hangover!
Hunters also believed vampires to be dead, and that was why hunters thought they were superior to vampires. Another reason was our ability to procreate, we could have children, only vampire elders who sired a female could have a child, and only then if the elder had royalty in their linage.
He’d graciously offered to call me a cab. Of course I’d declined, I wasn’t about to let some tall dark stranger – who by the way was extremely handsome for a vampire, find out where I was staying.
I’d tried to move away but tripped on the corner of a raised flagstone. His hand shot out and he steadied me. “Good to see chivalry isn’t dead, even if you are.”
Not a smart move, poking a bear with a stick! I’d expected to see him furious, flashing his fangs threatening to drain me dry, but instead he laughed, and said “You are different to the other hunters, I like you.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help a small smile from forming on my lips. “Great, a vampire with a heart, just what I need. I think I preferred it when vampires and hunters were natural sworn enemies.”
He gave me a wickedly sexy smile and said “And I’d prefer it if you were naked and in my bed. That would show the world that our species has evolved.”
Here's a little teaser from Darkest Prince.
His voice sounded in my mind, an unwelcome visitor that had kept up the torment since he had sank his fangs into me. “Lead with me Shyla, take your rightful place at my side.” I rolled my eyes and closed my mind to him, forcing him away. He could always wheedle his way inside my mind when I was weak. I needed to feed otherwise he would find me. It was bad enough that the hunters were hot on my trail without Dario joining the hunt.
Dario sired me; he was also the biggest jerk in history. I hated him from the moment I’d received the email telling me he was my next target. Actually, scratch that, I’d kinda liked him when I’d first met him, and then I hated myself for liking a vampire.
I was a hunter, bound by birthright to hunt and kill vampires. (Providing you passed the gruelling training, otherwise you were bound by birthright to become a walking incubator for our kind!). I couldn't kill just any vampire, I wasn’t permitted to stake them in the street or anything like that. There was a vampire hit list that came from the powers that be – namely my boss, and we killed them. Simple or it was supposed to be!
I’d just completed a mission and had headed to a small village, booked into a tiny B&B and was taking a couple of days off to lick my wounds, and drink myself silly so I could forget. I’d had a call from my boss telling me that the money for the successful kill had been transferred into my account and that I had another job coming up in a couple of days.
He’d warned me that if I failed this next mission, I would end up back in the training facility. I’d done my time there and didn’t want to go back. I’d grown up with the other young hunters; it was like an orphanage for our kind. At eighteen you were put into the training centre and worked your butt off for the next six months. If you didn’t pass the grade you became a walking womb, producing as many new hunters as you could and then, once you stopped producing, you were sent away. No-one knew where the women went but I had my suspicions that the women were killed. That was all the incentive I needed to prove my worth as a hunter.
The trainers were vile creatures, uncaring what injuries they inflicted on you. Their reasons were simple, they let you live. If you were facing a vampire, they wouldn’t stop to kiss you better if you got hurt. It made you work just that little bit harder so you didn’t end up on the breeding programme. They taught you not to care for anyone but yourself. They made you pretty much emotionless. Apparently it was for our own good, if we only cared about ourselves, we would concentrate on the job better.
Six months later, you graduated as a hunter, with all the skills of an assassin and your personality and humanity knocked out of you. Well, that was their intentions but somehow I had managed to retain mine. I wasn’t sure that it was a blessing. I was still in touch with my humanity and even though I was supposed to kill vampires without regret, I drank myself silly for a couple of days after I’d done the deed to help block out the pain and the guilt, and that was when I’d first met Dario.
I was puking in the bushes out side of a little pub in the village, wishing that I hadn’t drank that last single malt whiskey. He chuckled at my predicament and held back my hair as another bout of retching took over my body.
He’d known what I was as soon as I’d looked up. I was wiping the edges of my lips with my sleeve and he waved a cotton hanky at me. I took it and was just about to thank him when I saw a tiny narrowing of his ice blue eyes, just as he’d noticed my shiny red ones narrowing back at him.
Our eyes are what set us apart, that and the fact that we didn’t drink blood. The closest I’d come to drinking blood, was drinking a Bloody Mary whilst trying to cure a hangover!
Hunters also believed vampires to be dead, and that was why hunters thought they were superior to vampires. Another reason was our ability to procreate, we could have children, only vampire elders who sired a female could have a child, and only then if the elder had royalty in their linage.
He’d graciously offered to call me a cab. Of course I’d declined, I wasn’t about to let some tall dark stranger – who by the way was extremely handsome for a vampire, find out where I was staying.
I’d tried to move away but tripped on the corner of a raised flagstone. His hand shot out and he steadied me. “Good to see chivalry isn’t dead, even if you are.”
Not a smart move, poking a bear with a stick! I’d expected to see him furious, flashing his fangs threatening to drain me dry, but instead he laughed, and said “You are different to the other hunters, I like you.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help a small smile from forming on my lips. “Great, a vampire with a heart, just what I need. I think I preferred it when vampires and hunters were natural sworn enemies.”
He gave me a wickedly sexy smile and said “And I’d prefer it if you were naked and in my bed. That would show the world that our species has evolved.”
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