Author Christina Kelly

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 Synopsis

  Alana Marie Sheridan is a young girl living in a broken home, moving through the world unnoticed and unappreciated. That is until Allurius Lebeau, a devastatingly handsome, hot tempered, immensely wealthy vampire, stumbles upon her and is drawn to her so quickly even his companion Dresden Hawthorn is baffled at his hastiness in giving this girl immortality.
  However things are not as they seem when they find Alana’s body has rejected the preternatural blood bestowed upon her and her dark brown eyes have turned a startling shade of magenta while she herself is in a fragile limbo between life and death.
  Filled with the emotional back-stories of Allurius and Dresden, The unforeseen danger and warnings from others in their vampire family and finally the kidnapping of Alana by another vampire for the blood inside of her. This novel puts both Allurius and Dresden to the test to see if they can put the past behind them and save Alana before she becomes just another memory in their eternal lives.
 

  

   

    She moved through the darkness of tombs, ivy and weeping willow trees before kneeling in front of a cracked headstone. Her head bowed, the girl’s face barely showed from beneath the shabby, black velvet cloak. They didn’t know I was standing here, at the wrought iron gate of the deteriorating graveyard, the crumbling headstones and overgrown weeds, neglected for years perhaps; Hidden behind the abandon church beside it. The snow was falling lightly, accented by the full moon on this unclouded night. Allurius stood, like he had for the previous few nights, waiting for her to appear.
    The hooded girl sniffled and wiped away her tears. Not mourning anyone buried here, she was instead talking silently to the graves. “But you don’t understand do you? How can you, you’re all dead.” She sighed and uttered a short, pitiful laugh.
    I didn’t venture any closer to her as she slid back the hood and raised her face to the sky. Her curled pitch-black hair cascaded down her chest, standing in beautiful contrast to her dark skin.
I waited for her to speak again while she reached her hand out and traced the letters on the headstone. Her fingerless gloves surely couldn’t have brought her any warmth but she didn’t seem to notice the cold.
    “No but you must try to understand, Miriam, it’s so hard truly envying you, to imagine the joy of lying down in your grave beside you.”
    “Hmmm,” I muttered to myself. “She’s on first-name basis with the dead.  How charming.”
She didn’t hear me and I was pleasantly surprised that Allurius didn’t either. He was already acting with no regard to self-preservation. His eyes never left the girl as he dashed behind the cypress tree just behind her. This sudden movement caught her attention and she whipped her pretty little head around to see the cause of the rushing wind.     She was greeted only by silence. Her small nose twitched in fear as she turned every which way. Seeing a slight figure behind the trunk she focused on the weeping willow.
“Who’s there?” she turned her body toward the tree. She looked around it warily since she was getting no answer from the stranger.
    She strained to see what my predator eyes could easily see. “I only want to know your name,” Allurius replied simply. He stepped out of the shadows and allowed himself to be shown in the light of the full moon. I could see by the look in his eyes that he was already completely in love with this girl, like the fool that he is.
 She inhaled sharply when he reached out to touch her face.
    “Who, what are you?” She backed up in fright at seeing Allurius, yet she could not help but look up into his ice-blue eyes and his cascading white-blonde hair shocked her.
    “Tell me my love, what is your name?” Allurius asked, almost breathless beholding the object of his desire.
Before she could react, Allurius moved closer near her. He reached forward and tenderly stroked her cheek. She jumped at his touch, unsure how, or even if, she should react.
    “Oh, this is too perfect!” I whispered to myself with a smile on my face, and then disappeared into the night.