Deathless Night Series Boxset Bücher 4–6 (EBOOK)
Deathless Night Series Boxset Bücher 4–6 (EBOOK)
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Mine to protect. Mine to claim. Mine to keep.
When their world is threatened, six vampires solicit the help of a family of reluctant witches to break the curse that's been cast on them and stop the jealous designs of an outcast coven member.
Compelled to protect, forbidden to love, the vampires discover with one taste of their blood that they're bound to their witches by more than their shared cause.
They're bound by fate.
The Deathless Night series is a spicy, adult paranormal romance full of action and suspense, and maybe even a few Scottish werewolf shifters. It also features damaged, possessive, protective heroes and the strong heroines who steal their heart.
Get it today and get ready to sink your teeth into your next favorite PNR read
Beenden Sie die Serie mit dieser Buchbox 4–6:
- Ein verratener Vampir
Der Vampir Christian Moore hat sein ganzes menschliches und unsterbliches Leben damit verbracht, für den Respekt seiner Mitmenschen zu kämpfen. Er hat Codes, nach denen er lebt. Strenge Moralkodizes, sowohl in seinem Privatleben als auch in seiner Arbeit. Und er bricht sie nicht. Immer. Bis er der fleischlichen Gnade einer Frau ausgeliefert ist, deren Augen wie der Mittagshimmel und Haare in den Farben eines Sommersonnenuntergangs sind. Sein Verlangen nach ihr ist unnatürlich und ihr Tanzen zuzusehen, lässt sein Blut wie Säure in seinen Adern brennen. Aber er kann nicht anders, als auf sie aufzupassen.
Als sie fünfzehn war, verlor Ryan Moss den Verstand. Zumindest würden ihr die Stimmen in ihrem Kopf das glauben machen. Auf den Straßen von Tijuana findet sie etwas, das die Stimmen zum Verschwinden bringt. Um es zu bekommen, schämt sie sich zuzugeben, würde sie fast alles tun, sogar sich für einen Mann ausziehen, den sie weder sehen noch hören kann. Sie kann jedoch sein rasendes Verlangen nach ihr durch den Dunst ihres Rausches spüren und ihr Körper reagiert mit einem eigenen unersättlichen Hunger.
Christian kann dafür sorgen, dass die Stimmen verschwinden, und er möchte, dass Ryan ihm gehört. Aber zuerst muss er lernen, ihr zu vertrauen, und sie ihm. Ihr beider Leben hängt davon ab.
WARNUNG: Dieser Roman enthält Inhalte, die für manche ein Auslöser sein können, darunter unter anderem Drogenabhängigkeit und Gewaltszenen.
- Die Unterwerfung eines Vampirs
Ihr Blut rettet ihm das Leben.
Ihre Umarmung tötet seine Seele.
Dante Gabor hat viele Dinge überlebt, seit er ein Vampir geworden ist, aber der Sprung aus einem Flugzeug und die Bruchlandung in der Wüste ohne Fallschirm waren selbst für ihn eine Herausforderung. Um die unerbittliche Sonne zu überleben, vergräbt er seinen gebrochenen Körper in seinem eigenen Sandgrab. Doch die Heilung geht quälend langsam vonstatten und er ist gezwungen, aufzustehen und nach größerer Beute zu jagen. Halb wahnsinnig vor Durst, wird er durch den verführerischen Geschmack einer einsamen Frau in die Knie gezwungen, deren süßes Blut seinen Körper heilt, ihn aber nach noch mehr verlangen lässt.
Laney Moss liebt die Mojave-Wüste, die ihr Zuhause umgibt, und wandert oft die oberen Pfade entlang, um auf alles vorbereitet zu sein, was ihr begegnen könnte. Aber nichts hat sie auf das Monster vorbereitet, das mit der untergehenden Sonne auf sie zukommt. In den Augenblicken, bevor er angreift, schießt ihr ein Wort durch den Kopf: Vampir. Es gelingt ihr zu entkommen, aber er folgt dem Ruf ihres Blutes und entfacht eine Leidenschaft in ihr, die sie fast ebenso erschreckt wie erregt.
Dante bleibt keine andere Wahl, als sie nach Hause in sein geheimes Versteck zu bringen.
Jetzt muss er sie nur noch überzeugen, zu bleiben.
- Die Wahl eines Vampirs
Ein Vampir, der verflucht war, unantastbar zu sein.
Shea Bennet ist glücklich, wieder in Seattle zu sein und wünscht sich nichts sehnlicher, als den rätselhaften Hexenmeister zu vergessen, der sie vor einem schlimmeren Schicksal als dem Tod bewahrt hat. Aber seine topasfarbenen Augen verfolgen sie, und sein böser Geruch lässt sie sich nach etwas sehnen, das sie niemals haben wird, etwas mehr als sein Blut – seine Berührung. Obwohl sie seine Anwesenheit überall spürt, ist sie überrascht, als er plötzlich auftaucht und ihre Jagd stört. Shea stellt fest, dass sich der Spieß umgedreht hat und sie die Beute ist.
Ein Hexenmeister, entschlossen, den Fluch zu brechen.
Seitdem Jesse Moss sie aus seinem Bergheim entlassen hat, ist er von der Erinnerung an einen Vampir besessen, den er aus Gründen, die er sich nicht erklären kann, unbedingt beschützen muss. Nacht für Nacht liegt er eingehüllt in ihrem Duft, ihre Whiskystimme dringt in seine Träume ein und zum ersten Mal in seinem einsamen Leben fühlt er sich allein in der Dunkelheit. Unruhig und besorgt verfolgt er sie zu ihrem Haus und bietet ihr einen Deal an, wenn sie nur bereit ist, etwas Zeit mit ihm zu verbringen. Ein Deal, den er nicht einhalten will.
Sheas verfluchte Vergangenheit lässt nicht zu, dass sie ihn bekommt.
Seine Zukunft besteht darauf, dass sie es muss.
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He was dying. Literally.
Christian slammed his sweaty palm against the glass wall in front of him as his bloodshot eyes watched the woman on the other side. His silver cuff bracelet clanked against it so hard, the turquoise stones should have left chips in the glass. But they didn’t, because this was no ordinary glass. It was some type of indestructible, vampire-proof glass.
Through eyes that burned with lust and sweat, he watched her: The woman who had been both his sweetest fantasy and his worst nightmare for as long as he could remember now. The girl with skin so pale and translucent he could see the delicate blue veins just underneath where her life’s blood flowed. The girl with eyes just slightly darker in color than the ancient stones on his wrist. The girl whose full, up-tipped breasts made his mouth water to taste them and his hips rock to and fro uncontrollably, like a dog near a bitch in heat. The girl with the hair that had stolen all of the colors of the fiery sunset he missed so much.
He shoved his other hand down the front of his jeans, gripping himself tight at the head and then sliding up and down the swollen girth with short, hard pumps. The hypnotic beat of “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails thumped throughout the room, and his blood pulsed heavier through his veins with every beat. His fangs were bared on a hiss and his gut ached with a razor sharp hunger he had yet to experience in all of his long years — until now. But he knew it was his eyes that would surely give him away for what he truly was. From the feel of them, they would be glowing bright and eerie from under his heavy brows, the color a vivid topaz, as he tracked every move she made with an intensity that human men did not possess. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to not watch her. Besides, she never looked at him when she was dancing.
She was alone in the empty room of the club on the other side of the glass, her back
up against a single silver pole that ran from floor to ceiling. Facing him, she writhed against that cold metal that she could work like nobody’s business. But she wasn’t dancing anymore. She’d stopped dancing a while ago.
Instead, one of her dainty hands was shoved up under her short, gold skirt, and although he couldn’t see it, he knew that she was touching herself. Something she’d never done before; at least not for him. Her other hand was on her bare breast, manipulating the soft flesh and then pinching the dusky nipple. Her skimpy top had long since been removed as part of her striptease.
As the end of the song rose to a throbbing crescendo, she threw her head back and cried out, her body convulsing as she made herself come while he watched. Her face contorted into an erotic mien, lost somewhere between pleasure and pain and made all the more beautiful for it.
He cried out with her, his forehead smashing into the glass as his body jacked towards her instinctively. But even though he was hard as a fucking rock and rubbing himself raw, he couldn’t get off. And he knew he wouldn’t be able to, not until he was inside of a woman’s tight sheath, whether it be hers or another’s.
She wobbled in her stiletto heels as her legs gave out and she slid down the stripper pole to sit on the floor. His hand was still fisted around his cock, and he squeezed it way too hard as he collapsed to his knees, wishing he could just rip the fucking thing off. But honestly he barely felt the pain he was causing himself. He couldn’t feel anything over the burn of his screaming muscles as they cramped and twisted around the acid in his veins.
He lifted his head at the same time that she lifted hers, and they stared at each other through the glass for the first time. Her sapphire blue eyes were large in her pale face; the purplish circles underneath making them appear even brighter than normal. As she stared at him, a single fat tear slid down her flawless cheek, and he pressed his forehead to the
glass again as he watched it fall.
He wanted to go to her. He wanted to gently wipe that tear from her delicate face. Then he wanted to rip that flimsy excuse of a skirt off of her and bury his aching cock in her warmth as he sank his fangs deep into that slender throat. He groaned aloud at the
thought of feeding from her while he fucked her senseless. He swore he could almost taste her from behind the glass. But he couldn’t do any of those things, because he was trapped in this goddamned, vampire-proof viewing box with his jeans hanging open and his cock jutting out of his hand like some kind of animal.
Gritting his teeth against the pain that scorched through his body like hot acid, he slapped his palm against the glass. “Help me!” he snarled.
She blinked once, slowly, her eyelids appearing heavy. Lifting her hand from beneath her skirt, she stared at it for a moment with a frown marring her pretty features before it dropped onto her lap, like she didn’t understand what it had just been doing.
Christian folded forward as the fire in his blood surged across his abdomen and down into his balls. Releasing his throbbing cock with a hiss of pain, his other hand joined the first to pound on the glass. “Open this fucking thing!”
Her bemused gaze wandered to the side, and then drifted over the entire wall of glass, as if she were searching for something but didn’t quite know what it was. She closed her eyes again for so long that he began to wonder if she’d fallen asleep, but then she seemed to rouse, and slowly pushed herself to her feet. She teetered unsteadily for a moment in her ridiculous shoes. Gathering up her top that she’d taken off during her dance, she stumbled across the room and out the door in the back. The music shut off as soon as the door closed behind her.
She couldn’t see him, he realized. She couldn’t fucking see him.
Rearing back, he threw his head forward and smashed it into the glass wall so hard it should’ve shattered. But it only formed an outline of the shape of his head, and then snapped back into its former shape as soon as he pulled away.
“AHHHHHH!!!” He screamed until his voice gave out.
Collapsing onto his side, he curled up into a ball with his arms wrapped around his middle to ride out the pain. It would subside after a bit, enough so he could move about freely, though it never completely went away. And he knew that it wouldn’t until his body had what it craved.
He needed blood. And he needed sex. Physically needed it. Thanks to whatever the hell had happened to him after his creator, Luukas, had been taken. Before he’d been
swiped up off the street near his home in Seattle and locked in this hellhole, he’d been going through six to eight females a night — every night — for the past seven years. He’d fuck them, feed from them, and then send them home to their families. Safe and sound. And he’d discovered real quick that if he tried to change up that routine, he suffered the consequences. The urges would become more and more intense until he was a danger to anyone around him. Thank the gods Seattle was a large city with a rising population and had plenty of human females. And that vampires were immune to STD’s.
And now, if he wasn’t mistaken, he’d been locked in this place for weeks. Long enough that it wasn’t only his body that was suffering. He was beginning to feel like he was losing his mind, losing what was left of his humanity, and turning into the mindless creature that the horror movies always depicted those like him to be.
Of course it was all because he’d lowered his guard and gotten himself captured because he was too busy thinking about his dick, rather than what he should’ve been doing.
Keeping to his usual nightly routine, he’d left his apartment building to hook up with a new girl at a nearby strip club instead of helping Dante and Shea prepare for Luukas’ rescue mission. He and the other Hunters were supposed to join Nikulas and Aiden across the Canadian border. They’d only just discovered that the psycho who had taken their leader had returned to the area with Luukas in tow.
He’d let down his friends who’d been depending on him. And worse, he’d failed his creator. The male that had taken him under his wing and taught him what it was to be a male worthy of calling himself such.
He wasn’t worthy of anything or anyone these days.
Christian groaned and flopped over onto his back, the pain in his body overriding everything else as it always did. God help the first female he came across when he finally got the fuck out of here. And he would get out of here, somehow. He only hoped the first woman he came across wasn’t his dancing girl with the fiery hair, because the odds of her surviving that encounter were pretty much shit. At the thought of hurting her, a sharp, stabbing pain pierced through his heart and added to his agony.
He wouldn’t mean to hurt her. He wouldn’t. But in the state he was in, he didn’t
think he’d be able to avoid it. And didn’t that just suck balls.
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What readers are saying:
★★★★★ - " the perfect blend of humor and dark intensity for me. I can't wait to read Aiden's book! He's my favorite character. Which is a little disturbing since he has a severed head collection. But he likes marshmallows. A man after my own heart." - A Vampire Bewitched Reader
★★★★★ - "Thoroughly enjoyed every word. The plot, pace and character development were well thought out and written. "Buff and fangy" indeed! It keeps you enchanted from start to finish. HOT, HOT, HOT sex, a feisty leading lady and the HEA we all need. Will definitely recommend this series. - A Vampire Bewitched Reader
★★★★★ - "I truly enjoyed reading this story, it's one of the Best vampire stories that I've read 😃. Fantastic characters, great setup for a new series and a addicting storyline 😊. Thanks L.E., I'm so looking forward to reading more 🤓. - A Vampire Bewitched Reader
Books Included with this Bundle
- The Deathless Night Books 4 - 6
- A Vampire's Submission
- A Vampire Betrayed
- A Vampire's Choice