Haven
Tranquilli Bloodline Series
Book One
by Celia Breslin
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Champagne BooksTranquilli Bloodline Series
Book One
by Celia Breslin
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance
Date of Publication: July 2, 2013
ISBN: 9781927454473
Number of pages: 372
Word Count: 124K
Cover Artist: Amanda Kelsey
Book Description:
San Francisco nightclub owner Carina Tranquilli works hard, plays hard, and never allows the death of her parents and her twelve-year memory gap to get her down. But her life takes a left turn when a witch attacks her on her twenty-fifth birthday.
Three hauntingly familiar vampires emerge to reveal she possesses a latent power. To protect her from their enemies, they admit to wiping her memories clean and abandoning her as a child, but now they need her help. As she struggles to evade her new protectors and even newer enemies, she meets Alexander, an enigmatic, undead musician. Insta-lust flares, leaving her wanting more.
With evil’s minions hounding her every move, and everything she thought she knew turned on its head, Carina must harness her burgeoning power, unravel her vampire family’s web of deceit, and fight to have a love life...without getting killed in the process.
Excerpt Carina and Alexander’s First Date
… My hands roamed from
his chest to his biceps. Smooth and solid, no hint of flab. Want you to wrap
them around my body while you take me from behind. My little fantasy expelled
the air from my lungs in a loud rush. Energy pulsed from my hands, hot and
bubbly. His muscles twitched in response.
“Adrian was amused I’d
followed a girl into the club.” His hands curved around my waist. “Until he
realized it was you. He told me who you were, but he wasn’t happy about it.”
“What did you do then?”
My voice wavered, his touch devastating, distracting.
His grip tightened. “I
left.”
“Why?”
“The law according to
Thomas. Your club is off-limits to all non-humans, except on Sundays. You
yourself are off-limits to all vampires every day. Or you were then, anyway.”
I frowned. “You’re saying
my uncle forbade you to see me?” This was so Romeo and Juliet. I didn’t like
it. That story never ended well.
A hand slid to my back,
pressing possessively. “Yes.”
I rolled my eyes. Thomas,
interfering in my life. Again. “How long did you obey?”
His eyes narrowed. “Too
long. But I sensed your presence after that whenever you were nearby. You spend
a lot of time in my neighborhood after dark.”
“Adrian said the exact
thing to me.” I bit my lip. Oops, now he knew I was talking about him. I felt
myself blush like a crushing teenager.
He grinned at my discomfort.
“You were hard to avoid. So I stopped trying. I showed up at the museum though
I knew Thomas would intercept me. But it was worth it, to have you finally see
me. I had to know.”
Talk time was over. We
stared. And stared. And stared some more.
His smoky blue eyes bled
to black and his power pushed at me, hot and hard, causing a response inside
me, like a rumbling volcano deep in my core. My eyes widened. Was this the
power my family had mentioned? No longer dormant and infinitely more intense than
a little static electricity in my palms.
Alexander crushed his
lips to mine. Need roared through me leaving me breathless with edgy hunger.
My hands burrowed into
his thick, silky hair, holding his head as if he might try to escape. He
growled his approval against my lips, his kiss growing more insistent. His
tongue explored my mouth. He tasted metallic, like the blood he’d consumed.
Again, I found I liked the taste. My tongue danced with his and delved into his
mouth, searching for more penny metal flavor. He groaned and tightened his
embrace.
I thought we’d devour
each other forever, but Alexander stiffened and his head snapped up. His eyes
glinted black as night, wild with lust and...aggression? He bared his teeth in
a snarl, canines morphing into fangs. Long, sharp, lethal.
On instinct, I pushed
against his chest to get some distance between those teeth and my neck. He
ignored me, head whipping around to survey the room. A feral growl erupted from
his throat and he shoved me under the table.
My cries of protest were
drowned out by animalistic roars and breaking furniture. From my spot under the
table, I felt around on the bench for my coat, all the while keeping an eye on
the room. Dark blurs flitted back and forth, pieces of table and chair flew
by...Bingo. My coat. I searched the pocket for my phone. Once in hand, I hit
the button for my boys.
The fighting around me
stopped. The familiar techno ring tone of Mark’s phone broke the sudden
silence. He’s here?
The table above me was
tossed away. Steel hands grabbed my legs and dragged me, face down. I dropped
the phone and flattened my palms on the floor, trying to resist. One hand
bumped into a steak knife and I grabbed it. My assailant flipped me over and
lunged. I aimed for his heart but the knife plunged into his throat. …
About the Author:
Celia lives in California with her husband, daughter, and two feisty cats. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, and has a particular fondness for vampires, werewolves, and the Fae. When not writing, you’ll find Celia editing for others, exercising, reading a good book, hanging with her family, or indulging her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies.
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Hi Linda, Thank you for hosting my vampires on your blog! :-)
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