Caja de la serie Deathless Night Libros 4-6 (EBOOK)
Caja de la serie Deathless Night Libros 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
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- Un vampiro traicionado
El vampiro Christian Moore ha pasado toda su vida, tanto humana como inmortal, luchando por el respeto de sus compañeros. Tiene códigos por los que vive. Estrictos códigos morales, tanto en su vida personal como en su trabajo. Y no los rompe. Alguna vez. Hasta que se encuentra a merced carnal de una mujer con ojos como el cielo del mediodía y cabello con los colores de un atardecer de verano. Su anhelo por ella es antinatural, y verla bailar hace que su sangre arda como ácido en sus venas. Pero él no puede no mirarla.
Cuando tenía quince años, Ryan Moss perdió la cabeza. O, al menos, eso es lo que las voces en su cabeza la harían creer. En las calles de Tijuana encuentra algo que hace que las voces se alejen. Para conseguirlo, se avergüenza de admitirlo, hará casi cualquier cosa, incluso desnudarse para un hombre al que no puede ver ni oír. Sin embargo, ella puede sentir su furiosa necesidad por ella a través de la bruma de su euforia, y su cuerpo responde con un hambre voraz propia.
Christian puede hacer que las voces desaparezcan y quiere que Ryan sea suyo. Pero primero tendrá que aprender a confiar en ella, y ella en él. La vida de ambos depende de ello.
ADVERTENCIA: Esta novela contiene contenido que puede ser un desencadenante para algunos, incluidos, entre otros, adicción a las drogas y escenas de violencia.
- La sumisión de un vampiro
Su sangre le salva la vida.
Su abrazo mata su alma.
Dante Gabor ha sobrevivido a muchas cosas desde que se convirtió en vampiro, pero saltar de un avión y aterrizar de emergencia en el desierto sin paracaídas lo estaba empujando, incluso para él. Para sobrevivir al implacable sol, entierra su cuerpo destrozado en su propia tumba de arena. Pero la curación es dolorosamente lenta y se ve obligado a levantarse y cazar presas más grandes. Medio loco de sed, se pone de rodillas ante el sabor seductor de una mujer solitaria cuya dulce sangre cura su cuerpo, pero lo deja deseando aún más.
Laney Moss ama el desierto de Mojave que rodea su casa y camina por los senderos superiores con frecuencia, preparada para cualquier cosa que pueda encontrar. Pero nada la preparó para el monstruo que llega con el sol poniente para acecharla. En los momentos antes de que él ataque, una palabra se estrella en su mente aterrorizada: Vampiro. Ella se las arregla para escapar, pero él rastrea la llamada de su sangre y enciende una pasión en ella que la asusta casi tanto como la emociona.
A Dante no le queda más remedio que llevarla a su guarida secreta.
Ahora solo necesita convencerla de que se quede.
- La elección de un vampiro
Un vampiro condenado a ser intocable.
Feliz de estar de vuelta en Seattle, Shea Bennet no quiere nada más que olvidarse del enigmático brujo que la salvó de un destino peor que la muerte. Pero sus ojos color topacio la persiguen, y su olor perverso la hace desear algo que nunca podrá tener, algo más que su sangre: su toque. Aunque ella siente su presencia dondequiera que va, la toma por sorpresa cuando de repente aparece para interrumpir su caza. Shea descubre que las tornas han cambiado y es ella quien es la presa.
Un brujo decidido a romper la maldición.
Desde que la liberó de su hogar en la montaña, Jesse Moss descubre que está poseído por el recuerdo de un vampiro al que se siente obligado a proteger por razones que no puede explicar. Noche tras noche, él yace envuelto en su aroma, su voz de whisky invade sus sueños y, por primera vez en su vida solitaria, se siente solo en la oscuridad. Inquieto y preocupado, él la sigue hasta su casa y le ofrece un trato, si acepta pasar algún tiempo con él. Un trato que no tiene intención de cumplir.
El pasado maldito de Shea no le permitirá tenerlo.
Su futuro insiste en que ella debe hacerlo.
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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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★★★★★ - " 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