Bloodlust Denied: Re-release Blitz, Review
Blurb
Tired of the
thin-blooded aristocrats in 1815 London, Alexius yearns for better sport. He is
drawn to a dark-haired seductress who shows no fear and refuses to obey his
commands. Entranced by such novelty, he denies his bloodlust and decides to
keep her to warm his bed.
Immortal
vampire hunter Morana has never mistaken her prey before, but the dark stranger
mesmerizes her, enticing her to forget everything but the dangerous pleasure
she finds in his arms.
Neither one can deny
the pull of the other, but there is something beyond the lust—a recognition
neither can put a name to. The past and present collide and unless they
discover the truth behind the lies, Death will triumph once more.
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Take one cynical two thousand year old vampire, with hair of deepest
midnight and glittering emerald eyes.
Stir with a dash of arrogance, season with angst and a fractured
sense of honor.
Add a seething thirst for vengeance and an insatiable craving to
possess the elusive Morana.
Marinade with timeless secrets, cursed immortality and an ancient
pact with Death.
Sample at your own risk…
While I don't usually read paranormal, once in a while it's nice to read something a little different.
Alexius is a vampire. His "life" reminds me of the movie Groundhog Day. Every day is pretty much the same, but for him it's hundreds of years. He keeps the same name, same home, just "becomes" his heir after years have passed.
Morana is a vampire hunter. Her brother was taken by a vampire and for hundreds of years she's been out for revenge.
One night Alexius "feels" something and hears this haunting violin melody...he comes upon a woman dancing erotically...it's only the beginning.
Join Alexius and Morana as they discover, lose and rediscover each other in this wonderfully well written historic paranormal story and see where their love takes them and what twists and turns they find along the way!
Well done Christina Phillips! A historical vampire-ish romance I could get into!
4.0 Stars
Excerpt:
A ripple of movement around her drew her
reluctantly back to the present. The elderly Lady Harriet, her unwary mentor
tonight, fluttered like a flustered schoolgirl as the young gentlemen retreated
and Mr. Shaw, the Master of Ceremonies, approached, unaccountably beaming with
delight.
The breath strangled in her throat and
heart collided against her ribs. The tall, broad shouldered man being
introduced to Lady Harriet was the reason she questioned her purpose, her
existence, her sanity.
She tried to relax her fingers before they
shattered her fragile fan, but it was her only lifeline. The only thing
preventing her from doing or saying something so outrageous the ton would
gossip about her for innumerable Seasons to come.
They turned to her. She heard Mr. Shaw
explain she was the Lady Harriet’s great-niece, but his voice came from a great
distance as each amplified beat of her heart echoed through her ears and
thundered through her blood.
“May I present His Grace, the Duke of
Havenshire.”
He bowed, and a shiver raced along her
spine as she recalled the last time he had bowed to her just seconds after
she’d demanded his soul. She forced a curtsey, her knees stiff, and finally
risked glancing up at him.
Vibrant green eyes mocked her in a face so
starkly beautiful her breath escaped in a shocked gasp. The flickering lantern
in the alley had revealed his strong jaw, his high cheekbones and sensual lips,
but had concealed the extent of his charismatic allure that enfolded her like a
living entity.
But
his eyes. She stared into them, mesmerized. In the
dark alley, it had been impossible to discern their color and yet she knew
these eyes. They were as familiar to her as her own but that was impossible. Madness.
He was speaking. She struggled to clear her
mind, to compose her senses. Resisted the urge to press her hand against her
face, just to check her cheeks weren’t really as hot as they felt.
“May I have the honor of this dance, Miss
Craven?” The quirk of his mouth was the only indication he found such formality
amusing. She flicked the tip of her tongue over her lips and didn’t miss the way
his eyes followed the movement.
She could refuse. Turn and run. And knew
she never would.
BIO
Christina Phillips has always loved things
that go bump in the night and as a young teen was hooked on watching the old
Hammer Horror movies on TV. While she doesn’t remember thinking vampires back
then were hot and sexy, there was definitely a thread of naughtiness weaving
its way through her overheated imagination. Necking took on a whole new meaning
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She loves writing dark tales of tortured
vampires, tough arsed warriors and bad boy contemporary heroes who are brought
to their knees by their heroines. However, in real life if a vampire ever
loomed from the shadows to do unspeakable things to her she would likely die of
fright.
Christina lives in sunny Western Australia
with her family. She is also owned by three cats who are convinced the universe
revolves around their needs. They are not wrong.
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