[Blood and Absinthe 03] • Claiming the Vampire

Product DescriptionFae princess Jessica Greenwood has never questioned that her duty to her people comes before her own wishes. To avert a war between dimensions, she agrees to an arranged marriage with a stranger--the Dark Fae prince. Then she meets the mysterious vampire Hawk, who challenges all her beliefs and tempts her with a longing she's never even imagined.

Now Jessica is caught between duty and desire. With the fate of two worlds hanging in the balance, how will she choose?

Claiming the Vampire is a paranormal romance novel of 63,000 words.

The Blood and Absinthe series:

Book 1 - Taming the Vampire (a novella)Book 2 - Bound by the Vampire (a novella)Book 3 - Claiming the Vampire (a novel)

Available as a bundle in Blood and Absinthe: Books 1 - 3.

EXCERPT

"You're a virgin, aren't you? Was that one of the conditions of your sale to the Dark Fae? That you be a virgin bride? Christ. Why don't they just throw you into a volcano and be done with it?"

Hawk knew this was none of his business. She was none of his business. The fact that they were standing here having this conversation was the purest insanity.

But the idea of Jessica marrying that cold fish made his demon rage inside him.

"Are you required to be a virgin on your wedding night?"

"Of course not!" she snapped.

"But you are a virgin. Aren't you?"

She didn't answer him directly. "Why are you so fixated on that?"

"Because you deserve to have a decent first time, Jessica. Every woman does. Let me..." he swallowed. "Let me give you that."

She stared at him. "You can't be serious. Are you suggesting that you be my first time?"

"Yes." He stepped close and put his hands on her shoulders. "I'll make it good for you, I swear. And I know you want me."

"How do you know that?"

He stroked his hands down her bare arms. "The way you tremble when I touch you," he said softly. "The way the blood rushes to your cheeks and your breath catches in your throat. The way your heart beats faster."

All those things were happening now, and hope rose inside him. "No one will ever know. It will be our secret. And after tonight you'll never see me again."

"A one-night stand with the assassin who threatened my life? How romantic."

He could tell she was trying for sarcasm, but her voice shook a little.

"This isn't about romance. It's about desire. And I know you feel it, too."

She lowered her eyes, and her lashes were like black feathers against her cheeks. He watched her take a deep breath and let it out, slowly.

"There's something else you should know about me," she said, lifting her eyes to meet his. There was a glint in their blue-green depths that should have warned him, but he was too far gone to see it.

"What?" he asked, lowering his head to kiss her.

"I'm a warrior, you son of a bitch."

And then she punched him in the face.

About the AuthorChloe Hart spends a lot of time lying awake at night, thinking about vampires, demon hunters, and things that lurk in the darkness. During the day she writes about them.