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Awakened by Blood… by Marie Treanor
Long before Bram Stoker, there were vampire legends of one kind or another all over the world.
Imagine you had a mission to explain this in sensible, non-supernatural terms. You have a theory, a good theory, that fits in eastern Europe at least, and you’re building quite an academic reputation proving it for your PhD. Obviously you’re a bright and talented person, highly intelligent, so it never enters your head that any of the vampire legends could possibly have their basis in fact. That would be preposterous, wouldn’t it?
When Elizabeth Silk, my heroine of the Awakened by Blood trilogy, finds the hidden tomb of the legendary vampire Saloman, she’s concerned only with making him fit her theory. It never enters her head that he could be awakened, let alone that she’s been sent to do it. And yet, somehow, it’s done, and Elizabeth is catapulted into a dark and threatening world whose existence she never even suspected. Worse, the dangerous being she’s awakened is determined upon revenge and world domination and is, to top it all, uncannily sexy. Oh yes, and he needs to kill her.
This is the premise of Blood on Silk, and since the sequels Blood Sin and Blood Eternal follow Elizabeth and Saloman’s story, you might guess they don’t succeed in killing each other before the end of the first book! Instead, their conflict has become a duel of wits, sex and even love that neither can leave alone. The question is, could it – indeed, should it? - become something more, or will one of them truly have to die?
Blood on Silk is available now. Here’s the link to
Amazon. And here’s an excerpt from Blood Sin, which releases on 5th April, but is available now for pre-order…
BLOOD SIN: Awakened by Blood 2
By MARIE TREANOR
Published by NAL Signet Eclipse, 5th April 2011
Pre-oder from Amazon
Even if you stand in the light, you can dwell in the dark.
Months after her dangerous encounter with vampire overlord Saloman, Scottish academic Elizabeth Silk is still trying to cope with both the demands of her ancestral bloodline—which marks her as a vampire hunter — and the overpowering desire she feels for the immortal she brought back from the grave. But she is not alone in her fascination with Saloman.
When Elizabeth tracks down a distant cousin from America, she learns he possesses an antique sword that has caught the interest of the Grand Master of the American hunters. It is the ancient and mystical sword of Saloman — a treasure of vast occult powers and a prize beyond measure to both vampires and humans. Now the race is on for possession of the sword.
Even as her enemies and allies shift their allegiances and battle for supremacy, Elizabeth must decide which will rule her own perilous fate: unwanted loyalty or unholy love.
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“Josh! Darling!” interrupted a gushing voice. An instant later, Jerri Cusack embraced Josh, and everyone fell back to give her room. Her movements were all quick and dramatic, and she seemed to have released him almost before she’d grabbed him, reaching behind her in high excitement to exclaim, “I’ve just got to introduce you to Adam Simon!”
The name alone would have made Elizabeth turn in the direction of her grasping hand, but the speed of Josh’s spin to meet the man interested her far more. She stepped aside to get a better view, and almost dropped her glass.
He walked toward her, his black hair flowing loose over his shoulders. Alone of the men present, he wore no dinner jacket, just a black shirt that might have been velvet or crushed silk, with a matching tie that looked more like a cravat. He moved with all the grace and threat of a panther.
All this she absorbed in the first instant before his beauty blinded her, as it had always done. Yet it never even entered her head to doubt her own sanity, or to wonder whether her recognition was faulty. His mask had fallen.
He gazed only at her. She took a step toward him without meaning to, and he smiled, the rare, full smile that haunted her dreams. Shock overwhelmed the emotions struggling for release.
Then joy broke through like a tide, propelling her forward and into his arms, her face already raised for his kiss. Amber flames danced in his black eyes, burning her with the force of his desire. His mouth no longer smiled as it covered hers.
Elizabeth, he said silently. Elizabeth.
Saloman.
It was an instant, a very small instant of bliss. The powerful arms she’d never thought to feel again closed close around her, while his mouth, his incredible, wonderful mouth, moved over hers with tenderness, accepting all her need and all the uncomplicated happiness of her kiss.
But it wasn’t uncomplicated. And they weren’t alone. A fact that Saloman, clearly, had never lost sight of for a moment. Even as she gasped into his mouth, trying to force herself to draw back, to ask questions that had only half formed in her brain, he was already releasing her. Her stunned lips felt cold, her body rebellious as his arms fell away. Although the tips of his fingers trailed over her naked back and lingered, so that she stood in the circle of his arm, being inexorably turned as if to be shown off to friends.
She shivered, desperately reaching for what dignity or even sense she could muster. They were being watched by several people with varying degrees of surprise, interest, and disapproval.
As if from very far away, Josh’s voice said, “I didn’t realize you two were acquainted.”
“Neither did I!” Elizabeth hoped she didn’t sound as hysterical as she felt.
“We met in Eastern Europe,” Saloman said, and God, yes, his voice still sounded the same. A little more modern in its intonation, perhaps, but it still reached right inside her, turning her outside in. “I expect Elizabeth remembers the Hungarian form of my name.”
“Oh, yes,” Elizabeth agreed, fighting the urge to laugh.
“What would that be?” Jerri asked eagerly.
“You couldn’t pronounce it,” Saloman said blandly.
Elizabeth, who, incredibly enough, was still clutching her champagne glass, hoped she’d spilled some of its contents over his mocking, arrogant person. Lifting it to her lips with fingers she prayed didn’t shake too visibly, she took a sizable gulp and tried to think.
What the hell was he doing here? And why was he posing as Adam Simon? Shit, what had he done with the real businessman? Was he after Dante?
No, you blind, blithering fool! He’s after Josh! Josh, whom you came here to protect, remember? To warn him against this very vampire? Well, Silk, now’s your moment!
