Author: Mary Eason
Genre: Paranormal Romance
ISBN: 9781897445310
Published: November 2008
Cover Artist: Trisha FitzGerald


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When Prince Viktor Brincoveanu falls victim to the curse he is forced to send his beloved bride Gabrielle' away forever to save her eternal soul.  When the news comes that Gabrielle' has taken her own life, her death marks the beginning of his nightmare existence as Lamia.  A prince cursed to exist in the dark world of the night, forever hunted and unable to free himself of the heartbreaking memories of the one woman he loved.  

For as long as Jessie Seville can remember, she has never quite felt as if she belonged in her life. When she travels to Romania to find her friend she has no idea that her actions have set in motion events that have been waiting a lifetime to unfold.

Excerpt:

He emerged from the mist as if shedding a cloak, making no sound, moving with fluid grace. Jessie knew and recognized her beloved, Prince Viktor Brincoveanu. His eyes were piercing as the night. When they met hers, she was powerless to look away. There was something about him, an air of commanding power, as he hesitated before simply rising from the ground, like a magician levitating above the stage, before ascending the wall.

Only when he had reached the balcony did Jessie slowly back away, until she reached the unmovable obstacle of the four-poster bed.

She was amazed at how soundlessly he crossed the room. His stride was full of purpose and unrelenting determination. His eyes bore into hers. Her heartbeat quickened and yet she wasn’t afraid. It was not fear that caused uncertain feelings within her. It was realization.

In his eyes were truths she dared not contemplate. His hands were gentle against her skin as he lifted her. He spoke softly against her ear, and she listened and understood his words as he carried her as if she were a child to the large, intricately carved bed, where he laid her gently down, joining her there.

“You’ve come back to me, Meaus Amore. I guess, I’ve always known you would. Our bond together was always that strong. You’ve come back to me to spend the centuries of time by my side, as it was destined to be. As it should have been all these years. You belong to me, Gabrielle’. Let me be with you.”

He punctuated his words with gentle kisses that sent shivers throughout her body. As his palms slid over her shoulders, his kisses grew more insistent, passionate, as if the feel of her brought out the beast within. He took fierce possession of her lips, his sharp teeth tearing at her tender flesh. His gaze lingered on the blood on her lip, blazing with what she thought was hunger. His cold lips gently caressed her throat. The sharp touch of his teeth against her tender flesh was slow, tantalizing torture.

“You belong to me now, Gabrielle’. You always have—you always will. I will never let you go again.” The sharp stab of pain against her throat took her breath away, as two razor sharp teeth entered. She could feel the blood draining from her body, her heartbeat growing weaker.

She wept from the sheer force of the disturbing longings, the need to belong to him and him alone. Yet there was never any fear of him, only a very sensual feeling of power. The power she held over this man who needed her so desperately.

Somewhere in the distance, the ringing of bells grew louder and louder until it filled the tiny room. In an instant, Jessie awoke.