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Tales of the Were
Lords of the Were
Caught by Cupid
Forever Valentine
Resonance Mates
Hara’s Legacy
Davin’s Quest
Jaci’s Experiment
Brotherhood of Blood
One and Only
Rare Vintage
Sweeter Than Wine
Coming Soon:
Tales of the Were
Inferno
She would give her life to save his, but can he save her from himself?
Rare Vintage
© 2009 Bianca D’Arc
Brotherhood of Blood, book 2
As the new Gal Friday at Atticus Maxwell’s winery, Kelly is grateful for the much-needed job, and delighted to be working with her best friend Lissa. What she doesn’t need is the exasperation brought on by Marc LaTour’s constant flirting. Yet she can’t deny she is drawn to the mysterious, unsettling Master vampire.
After six hundreds years of searching, Marc has resigned himself to the fact that he’ll never find his One. Kelly is under Atticus and Lissa’s protection, and therefore off limits. Yet the desire to possess her is too strong to resist. Curiosity leads to lust—and the surprising discovery that they indeed could be destined mates.
But a dark cloud hangs heavy over them. A rival vampire has challenged Marc for leadership—a challenge that involves a fight to the death.
The cost of survival could forever poison any hope for a future together, but if they can both pass the final test, they could find love that will last for eternity.
This book has been previously published and has been revised from its original release.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Rare Vintage:
He could read the growing unease on Kelly’s face and knew it was time to change the subject. In all likelihood, she’d never come across a were . There were a few in the area, but they tended to give bloodletters a wide berth.
“We don’t interact much,” Marc said, touching her cheek and drawing her gaze to his. “Most of the supernatural beings don’t get along with each other. Few, if any, get along with us in particular because of what their blood does to us.”
“What does it do?” He dropped his hand as she spoke, but he was glad to have her full attention. Just hours before, she would have been screaming bloody murder for such a simple, yet intimate touch.
“Shifter and mage blood is considered a delicacy. It’s rare that we get a chance to sample from either of those unless the person in question agrees. They seldom agree.” He cracked a smile, charmed when she returned the gesture. “Fey blood is too strong for us, generally speaking. The power it packs can act as a poison, but the lure is great. Half-fey, now, that’s another story. The magic of the other realms flowing through half-fey blood is diluted enough for us to drink, but potent enough to give us a boost of power few of us ever experience. It’s a temporary effect, according to legend, but it’s rumored to be the biggest rush an immortal can experience in this realm. But half-fey are even rarer than mages or shifters and they are more powerful than either of the others. Unless they are willing—for whatever reason—to share their blood, there’s almost no chance for one of us to ever sample that kind of power.”
“You mean fey as in fairies? Little pixies like Tinkerbell?” Kelly’s nose scrunched up in the cutest way when she was puzzled. Marc had to resist the urge to kiss the freckled tip.
“Actually, they are fairly normal looking to our eyes, at least as they manifest themselves in this realm. The half-fey are, of course, also half-human, so they look just like you or me, but perhaps more beautiful than the average person. There is a Glamour of magic about them that makes them very visually appealing.”
“That’s fascinating.”
“No, Kelly.” He cupped her cheek, unable to resist the pull of her presence any longer. Marc moved closer, aligning his body with hers.
“You’re fascinating. You’re the most beautiful mortal I’ve encountered in many years—inside and out.”
He dipped his head, placing a chaste kiss on
Tales of the Were
Lords of the Were
Caught by Cupid
Forever Valentine
Resonance Mates
Hara’s Legacy
Davin’s Quest
Jaci’s Experiment
Brotherhood of Blood
One and Only
Rare Vintage
Sweeter Than Wine
Coming Soon:
Tales of the Were
Inferno
She would give her life to save his, but can he save her from himself?
Rare Vintage
© 2009 Bianca D’Arc
Brotherhood of Blood, book 2
As the new Gal Friday at Atticus Maxwell’s winery, Kelly is grateful for the much-needed job, and delighted to be working with her best friend Lissa. What she doesn’t need is the exasperation brought on by Marc LaTour’s constant flirting. Yet she can’t deny she is drawn to the mysterious, unsettling Master vampire.
After six hundreds years of searching, Marc has resigned himself to the fact that he’ll never find his One. Kelly is under Atticus and Lissa’s protection, and therefore off limits. Yet the desire to possess her is too strong to resist. Curiosity leads to lust—and the surprising discovery that they indeed could be destined mates.
But a dark cloud hangs heavy over them. A rival vampire has challenged Marc for leadership—a challenge that involves a fight to the death.
The cost of survival could forever poison any hope for a future together, but if they can both pass the final test, they could find love that will last for eternity.
This book has been previously published and has been revised from its original release.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Rare Vintage:
He could read the growing unease on Kelly’s face and knew it was time to change the subject. In all likelihood, she’d never come across a were . There were a few in the area, but they tended to give bloodletters a wide berth.
“We don’t interact much,” Marc said, touching her cheek and drawing her gaze to his. “Most of the supernatural beings don’t get along with each other. Few, if any, get along with us in particular because of what their blood does to us.”
“What does it do?” He dropped his hand as she spoke, but he was glad to have her full attention. Just hours before, she would have been screaming bloody murder for such a simple, yet intimate touch.
“Shifter and mage blood is considered a delicacy. It’s rare that we get a chance to sample from either of those unless the person in question agrees. They seldom agree.” He cracked a smile, charmed when she returned the gesture. “Fey blood is too strong for us, generally speaking. The power it packs can act as a poison, but the lure is great. Half-fey, now, that’s another story. The magic of the other realms flowing through half-fey blood is diluted enough for us to drink, but potent enough to give us a boost of power few of us ever experience. It’s a temporary effect, according to legend, but it’s rumored to be the biggest rush an immortal can experience in this realm. But half-fey are even rarer than mages or shifters and they are more powerful than either of the others. Unless they are willing—for whatever reason—to share their blood, there’s almost no chance for one of us to ever sample that kind of power.”
“You mean fey as in fairies? Little pixies like Tinkerbell?” Kelly’s nose scrunched up in the cutest way when she was puzzled. Marc had to resist the urge to kiss the freckled tip.
“Actually, they are fairly normal looking to our eyes, at least as they manifest themselves in this realm. The half-fey are, of course, also half-human, so they look just like you or me, but perhaps more beautiful than the average person. There is a Glamour of magic about them that makes them very visually appealing.”
“That’s fascinating.”
“No, Kelly.” He cupped her cheek, unable to resist the pull of her presence any longer. Marc moved closer, aligning his body with hers.
“You’re fascinating. You’re the most beautiful mortal I’ve encountered in many years—inside and out.”
He dipped his head, placing a chaste kiss on
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