In this sizzling new collection, three women fall under the spell of three irresistible vampires who promise to satisfy their every desire...
"Highland Blood" by Hannah Howell
When Adeline Dunbar finds an abandoned baby on her doorstep, she sets out to find his clan. Attacked by a group of demon hunters, Adeline tries to flee her rescuer, vampire Lachann MacNachton. But escaping Lachann proves useless--as does denying the primal hunger he stirs deep within her...
"Taken by Darkness" by Alexandra Ivy
The daughter of a witch, Juliet Lawrence has inherited magical powers--powers that could be quite useful to Victor, Marquess DeRosa, London's most powerful vampire. But that's not all Victor desires of Juliet. He wants the unpredictable beauty in his bed--and he is accustomed to getting what he wants...
"Immortal Dreams" by Kaitlin O'Riley
Beautiful widow Grace Sutton is haunted by recurring dreams of a past life and a mysterious, handsome stranger. When Grace meets Stuart Phillips, Lord Radcliffe--the vampire who has been searching for her for over a century--her sensual dreams soon come true in the most unforgettable way...
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1 . Liked these books, but...
Posted October 02, 2010 by Abby , Vancouver, BCI bought this book as I like Hannah Howell's stories. But, I find that "one book-3 author" type of book are way too rushed and too compacted for my taste. Each story was good... it's too bad that there wasn't a bit more substance to the material!
August 31, 2010
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Excerpt from Yours For Eternity by Hannah Howell
The sound came in on the wind. Voices and a soft mewling. Adeline sat back on her heels and put the blackberries she had just picked into her basket as she strained to listen. She hoped it was not the blacksmith's boys torturing a cat again. Unable to hear clearly and determined to discover just what was going on, she crept toward the sound, pausing only to pull the hood of her cloak over her head. Her cursed red hair could easily be visible even in the shadows of the trees.
When Adeline drew near enough to not only hear but to see what was happening, it took all of her willpower not to rush forward and confront the couple standing over a wounded child. The child was bleeding from a slash on his small arm and neither the woman nor the man was doing a thing to help. She pushed aside the anger pounding in her head and listened. It soon became clear that Anne Drummond was the child's mother but Robbie MacAdam was not the father. What also became clear was that they were arguing over the best way to dispose of the child.
"Nay right to just leave him here to get eaten by the beasts," said Robbie. "Ne'er liked that, though 'tis done from time to time. Why dinnae ye just kill the little bastard?"
"And have that sin on my soul?" Anne shook her head. "Nay, this will do."
"He will still be dead at your hand."
"Nay, he willnae. 'Twill be the beasts what kill him, nay me."
"Dinnae see much difference, woman. Ne'er have. Dead be dead whether ye kill him yourself or leave him for the beasts to gnaw on."
"If ye think this is so wrong, then ye kill him!"
"I willnae kill a bairn."
"I dinnae see ye doing anything to save him, either."
"He be a demon, the devil's own son. I dinnae want naught to do with him."
"Then can we leave now?"
"Still doesnae seem right," muttered Robbie, but he hurried to catch up with Anne, who was already striding away through the trees.
Adeline did not move until she was certain the couple was gone and would not return. It hurt to see the child sitting there, fat tears falling from the little boy's wide eyes, but she fought the urge to immediately go and comfort the child. Anne and Robbie wanted the child dead. She could not give them any reason to think the boy had survived.
Then the boy looked in her direction. Adeline knew he was aware of her but she did not know how he could be. She had not moved and had made no sound. Cautiously, she stood up and moved toward him. When he showed no sign of fear, she quickly hurried to his side to tend to the cut on his arm. She frowned when she found that it no longer looked as bad as it had first appeared. It did not even need to be bandaged. Shaking away all thoughts of that oddity, she began to plan how she could help him.
"The only curse ye have, my bonnie laddie, is your mother, aye? Now, what to do to make them think they succeeded in their crime?"
She looked at his bloody, ragged clothing. The thought that it was a lot of blood to have come from a cut that was already closed slipped through her mind, but, again, she shook it aside. Murmuring soft words to ease whatever fears the child might feel, she stripped him of his clothes. Tearing the rags, she scattered them over the ground, hoping it would appear that some animal had taken the child.
"Now, ye look a sturdy lad," she said as the little boy toddled up to her side. "I wonder what your name is."
"Demon," the boy said.
"Most certainly nay. I believe I shall name you. Ye will be called Osgar from this day forward. 'Tis a proud name. My father carried it weel. Now ye can grow up to do the same." She picked him up in her arms and gently kissed his cheek. "Will ye come home with me, laddie?"
The boy nodded, his wide golden eyes fixed unblinkingly upon her face. "Aye."
"And your name is?"
Adeline laughed and hurried back to her basket. She knew it would not be easy to keep the child safe but she was determined to do so. Anne would never get another chance to kill the boy. Osgar was now hers and woe to anyone who tried to take him away or hurt him. Looking at the boy who smiled up at her, she shook her head. How could anyone think he was a demon?
She stroked his cheek and smiled when he grabbed her by the wrist. He was a strong little boy. They would make a home together, she thought. Finally she would no longer be alone. Adeline's soft, happy thoughts about the future came to an abrupt halt when Osgar sank his teeth into her wrist.