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ROMANCE, SUSPENSE, ACTION, HUMOR, EROTICISM! All served in a fast-paced read that will keep you coming back for more.
Enter the world of Maxim & Angelica when you plunge into the riveting 2nd installment of the Angel’s Guardian Series.
Book 2 of the Angel’s Guardian Series is here! This is a Paranormal Vampire Romance set in the present. Not suitable for younger readers, it has explicit sexual content. Approx 70,500 words. Thicker Than Blood picks up where Angel’s Guardian ends.
Maxim, heir to the vampire throne, is recalled home after a long, self-imposed exile. With his human mate, Angel, at his side, he hopes to settle matters quickly and return as soon as possible to his idyllic life in New York City. But soon after their arrival, things go horribly wrong. Angel is taken by his enemy, one that will use her as a pawn and stop at nothing to destroy Maxim and wrest the vampire throne from him. Now, the vampire is in a race against time to rescue his beloved from an enemy who knows no bounds.
Angelica is thrilled to accompany her beloved vampire to his homeland. She hopes the visit will help him come to terms with his family, and settle once and for all, the problems that plague them. Hours after they arrive, she discovers that the world she has entered is full of danger and intrigue. A trap is set for her, and she falls into the hands of Maxim’s evil enemy. She watches in horror as she becomes the lure used to bring her beloved vampire to his death.
Angel held baby Marco close. The weight of his sleeping, warm little body was a comfort to her. The cool breeze sweeping in from the ocean and the soft crashing of the waves upon the shore were a lullaby to his ears. She learned soon after their arrival that nothing soothed and lulled him into a deep slumber like the sound of the ocean.
From her place by the shore, she could see the old-world palace perched on the headland, high above the surf. The narrow trail leading up to it was white under the light of a brilliant crescent moon. The windows and doors of the cliff house were wide open, and the soft glow of fire-light was warm and inviting.
They had arrived, she, Max, and the children, four nights earlier. Angel expected dark dungeons, clanking chains, and dour old housekeepers. She’d been thrilled to find the place beautiful and the welcome warm and gracious. Her young daughter, Nina, was immediately drawn to the ocean.
At Angel’s side, she skipped in joyous wonder, picking up seashells and running after a receding wave only to be chased back giggling and screeching by the next one.
“Nina, be careful. The next wave may be bigger and faster. You’ll go tumbling head over heels, and I won’t be able to catch you.”
“I won’t,” answered the little imp. “I’m too fast.” To prove her point, she did a cartwheel away from the lapping water and then hopped to the dry edge, cackling with laughter. “I’m practicing to do three cartwheels, and no one will catch me then.”
She smiled at her precocious daughter’s antics. The child’s new confidence could be laid at one vampire’s door, and she was going to have a talk with him about it. Maxim needed to understand that Nina was human, and certain physical limitations went along with that state.
Beyond the shadows ahead, something moved. Angel went still, her senses warning her. “Nina, come. Be quiet.” The girl, too smart, her survival instincts sharpened by experiences no six-year-old child should have, immediately went silent and reached for her mother.
“What is it?” she whispered. “Are bad guys here?” She clung to her mother’s skirt.
The young mother felt a sudden pang of guilt. Her beautiful daughter was afraid, and Angel was at fault. She needed to be a stronger mother. She needed to stop jumping at every little noise, every snap of a branch, every scutter of a mouse. She needed to keep her children from the fears that would shackle them with invisible chains for the rest of their lives.
Just as she was about to reassure Nina, the hairs at the back of her neck prickled. She turned quickly around to face the danger, almost tumbling to the sand.
“Careful there,” the startlingly handsome stranger warned, reaching out to steady her. “You do not want to drop the babe.” He spoke in the refined, old-fashioned, accented English that she’d first heard from Maxim. All the vamps seemed to speak that way. She’d not heard a contraction in days.
Angel held the baby tighter to her breast and instinctively pulled Nina closer to her. She looked up into the man’s smiling face and felt a frisson of unease travel over her body. Her senses screamed, “Danger, danger, danger!” Will Robinson would have been running for his life.
His smile widened. He knew she was afraid. Her fear pleased him. Having had enough of men who wanted to instill fear in her, she pulled herself up tall and proud, assuming her most haughty demeanor, her “bitch” look.
“Are you in the habit of waylaying lone women and children in the dark? Surely, a real male doesn’t need such antics to feel like a man.”
“Forgive me,” he answered, as his gaze roamed over her body. “It is not my intent to cause you fear. I am strolling along the shore, admiring the beauty of the night, same as you. Coincidence brought our paths to cross. I assure you, you have no reason to fear me. At least, not tonight.” The word tonight seemed to be an afterthought. “Besides, we both know I am not a man.”