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(Deathless Night Series Book 5)


Her blood saves his life. Her embrace slays his soul. 

Dante Gabor has survived many things since becoming a vampire, but jumping from a plane and crash landing in the desert without a parachute was pushing it, even for him. To survive the relentless sun, he buries his broken body in its own sandy grave. But healing is painfully slow, and he's forced to rise and hunt for larger prey. Half mad with thirst, he's brought to his knees by the seductive taste of a lone female whose sweet blood heals his body, but leaves him craving still more.

MINE.

Laney Moss loves the Mojave desert that surrounds her home and hikes the upper trails often, prepared for anything she might run across. But nothing prepared her for the monster that comes with the setting sun to stalk her. In the moments before he attacks, one word crashes through her terrified mind—Vampire. She manages to get away, but he tracks the call of her blood and ignites a passion in her that frightens her nearly as much as it thrills her.

Dante is left with no choice but to take her home to his secret lair.
Now he just needs to convince her to stay.

Main Tropes

  • Darkest Hero So Far
  • Fated Mates
  • Kidnapping
  • Touch her and you die
  • She Saves Him

Synopsis

Her blood saves his life. Her embrace slays his soul. 

Dante Gabor has survived many things since becoming a vampire, but jumping from a plane and crash landing in the desert without a parachute was pushing it, even for him.

To survive the relentless sun, he buries his broken body in its own sandy grave. But healing is painfully slow, and he's forced to rise and hunt for larger prey. Half mad with thirst, he's brought to his knees by the seductive taste of a lone female whose sweet blood heals his body, but leaves him craving still more.

MINE.

Laney Moss loves the Mojave desert that surrounds her home and hikes the upper trails often, prepared for anything she might run across. But nothing prepared her for the monster that comes with the setting sun to stalk her. In the moments before he attacks, one word crashes through her terrified mind—Vampire.

She manages to get away, but he tracks the call of her blood and ignites a passion in her that frightens her nearly as much as it thrills her.

Chapter 1 - Sample

Dante’s hand was on fire. Literally.

Instinctive self-preservation was the only thing that saved it from incinerating in the mid-day sun. As he pulled his hand inch by slow inch down into the grave he’d dug, the desert sand caved in on itself, dousing the flames. 

His breaths were soft and shallow, so much so that a human would not have been able to survive the lack of oxygen. He didn’t really need to breathe. It was more a habit than anything else, even after hundreds of years. The hot, dry air did little but burn the inside of his lungs, yet he continued the struggle.

He lay absolutely still in his grave. So still, in fact, that he could feel the movement of a creature slithering across the sand above him, tracking it with his heightened senses and by the vibrations in the fine grains. Arresting his breath, lest the serpent sense the predator lying in wait just beneath the desert floor, he forced himself to be patient. If he struck prematurely, before it got close enough to his hand, it would get away. Dante had learned this the hard way. 

But this time his skill was dead on. The snake had no time to defend itself or escape before it was pulled down into the grave with him. His fangs—larger than the serpent’s own—sliced effortlessly through its protective scales. When he finished draining it of its lifeblood, he pushed the corpse away to join the pile of partially decayed reptiles above and let the burning sand settle over him again.

Dante had no sense of time as he waited to heal. He had no idea how long he’d been there, buried under the hot sand to protect him from the sun by day and insulate him from the freezing cold at night. How long he’d lain in the grave he’d dug for himself with bloodied broken fingers. After he’d jumped from the plane, he’d landed in a heap of shattered bones and lacerated skin, the pain such that he’d never felt before. Not even when he was a young, cocky vampire that had been put in his place more than once. 

What he did know was that his bones were nearly healed now, in spite of the meager offerings from the desert. And that he’d been damn lucky the sun had already descended below the horizon, or he would have burned to ash before he’d been able to burrow into the sand.

And he was ravenous for more blood. 

Hours, or years, later—he honestly didn’t know or care which—he felt the heat of the sun begin to wane. The sand that protected him cooled as quickly as it heated. In the distance, he heard a yip, followed by a howl. Threads of the coyote’s voice still hung in the night air when it was joined by others, together forming an eerie, beautiful song. 

Dante worked his arm up through the heavy sand, cautiously breaking a few fingers through the surface. He waited a few seconds, and when he felt nothing but a cool breeze caressing his desiccated skin, he pulled his arm back in to his body and clawed at the grains in earnest. 

It seemed a losing battle at first, for with every handful of sand he moved, more fell into the pocket of air he’d just created. But over time he made his way to the surface, unearthing himself like something out of a human’s nightmare with a little help from the night winds.

The effort exhausted him. 

Once free of the heavy weight, he collapsed face first onto the sand and rolled over onto his back. He gathered his energy as he ran his tongue over lips, cracked and dry with thirst. He couldn’t even swallow. 

Squinting his eyes against the brightness of the moon, he let his head fall to the side. All he saw was sand, sand, and more fucking sand. Turning the other way he saw much of the same. Wait, no. There were a few patches of creosote, and just beyond it some type of round cactus. 

Neither of which would ease his particular type of thirst.

Dante studied the bursts of light above him. It had been a long time since he recalled seeing so many stars in one place before. As his eyes followed a particularly fascinating constellation spanning across the never-ending expanse of blackness, they were drawn down to a portion of the night that was brighter, more illuminated than the rest. Only one thing lit up the night sky like that.

A city.

And where there was a city, there were humans. And humans were full of blood. Much more than the scaly creatures he’d been surviving on up until now. 

Dante burst to his feet in a flash of movement that belied his exhaustion of just a few moments ago. The thirst burned his insides like the sun burned his skin, and his fangs shot down, readying to feed. Pure vampire instinct took over, and Dante became the predator he had been reborn to be.


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Vicki

Another excellent story in this series. Dante is old for a vampire and he hates humans. He was captured and escapes by leaping out of an airplane. He almost killed himself, landing in the desert and having to bury himself in sand to keep from burning up. It took forever but finally he healed enough to try to find a city. He stumbles upon Laney and his overwhelming thirst takes over and he attacks her. She barely gets away but he took enough of her blood that he can track her. He finds her and forces her to take him back to Seattle. Their relationship is emotional and as much as he fights it he discovers she's his true mate. The characters are awesome and I couldn't stop reading until I finished it.

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Sandief

This one was full of sex, excitement, blood and gore. Dante is one bad dude but has a good side too. You just can’t see it too often. His mate brings it out of him.

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Chrissi

Dante is a character you will either love or love to hate him....Sure his past isn't squeaky clean DUH he has been a vampire for centuries! Typically, a vampire isn't by nature a boy scout, they do and will have multiple skeletons in their cupboards. Let's face it they put all of them there! Anyways i digress...Another fantastic book in the Deathless Night Series!!

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Chrissi

Dante is a character you will either love or love to hate him....Sure his past isn't squeaky clean DUH he has been a vampire for centuries! Typically, a vampire isn't by nature a boy scout, they do and will have multiple skeletons in their cupboards. Let's face it they put all of them there! Anyways i digress...Another fantastic book in the Deathless Night Series!!

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Disgusting Customer

Das ist wohl das härteste Buch der Reihe.Während die übrigen Bände eher humorig und frech sind, ist dieses hier ... schwer/hart. Und ernst.Dante ist über die zurückliegenden Bänden langsam aufgebaut worden. Und ich hatte beim Lesen dieser Bände ein Stück weit Sorge, dass die Autorin es nicht schafft, ihn dann als Hauptrolle zum Leben zu erwecken. Aber das war vollkommen unbegründet.Dieses Buch ist aber nur das härteste, sondern bisher auch das beste der Reihe. An einigen Stellen hat es mir so schwer im Magen gelegen, dass ich es weglegen musste. Es hat weh getan, was zwischen den beiden passiert ist.Ich kann das Buch echt nur empfehlen. Aber ... es ist wirklich nichts für jene Gemüter, die glitzernde Vampire bevorzugen.Dante ist alles, nur kein Held.