deathless night steamy Vampire romance bundle

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What you'll get:

Full Deathless Night Series for ebook:

• A Vampire Bewitched
• A Vampire's Vengeance
• A Vampire Possessed
• A Vampire Betrayed
• A Vampire's Submission
• A Vampire's Choice

From Deathless Night-Into the Dark Series for ebook:

• Night of the Vampire
• Secret of the Vampire
• Forsworn by the Vampire

And EXCLUSIVELY AVAILABLE ONLY ON MY SITE! The prequel to it all! (ebook)

• Bewitching Alice 1
• Bewitching Alice 2
• Bewitching Alice 3

 Excerpt from A Vampire's Vengeance:

Keira jumped as the front door slammed shut and Luukas came striding through the foyer, not stopping until he reached her.

He was angry.

Very angry, by the looks of him.

Taking the water glass from her hand, he threw it across the kitchen, smashing it against the cabinets.

"What did you do to me?" he bellowed at her.

She scowled up at him, opening her mouth to give him a good piece of her mind for his behavior, when she caught a strange scent coming off of his clothes.

Sticking her nose right up against his chest, she took a deep whiff of his hoodie. Pulling back, she looked up at him, hurt pouring out of her eyes before it was replaced by her own anger.

Hauling back her arm, she slapped him as hard as she could.

"You fucking bastard! That's where you've been all night? With another woman?"

His eyes lit up dangerously and his lips pulled back from his fangs, his face more frightening than she'd ever seen.

Instinctually, she took a step back, but continued to rail at him.

"I've been here alone for hours, worrying about you, you son of a bitch!"

She went to slap him again, but he caught her arm before she could, holding it midair in his iron grip.

"Don't," he hissed out.

Keira had never felt such fury. Not even while in the torture cell. There she'd felt impotent, and sad, and frustrated, but nothing that compared to the white-hot fury that was burning through her at this moment.

Tears ran down her face, and she yanked her arm out of his grip to dash them away. Without another word, she walked around him and headed towards the bedroom.

Screw this.

"Don't walk away from me, witch. I asked you a question!"

She ignored him.

Stupid, stupid. She'd been so stupid. Allowing herself to care for someone who would do this to her.

But, he's been through so much. Even though he seems to be getting better, his mind can't be right. I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you.

Oh, shut up! She told the rational side of herself. She was in no mood to be rational. He'd betrayed her! After all they'd been through together, and all they'd experienced together since. So much for the "fated mate" stories.

Bastard.

Violently yanking open a drawer, she searched for some actual clothes that wouldn't fall off of her.

She was so out of here.

"What are you doing?" Luukas asked from the bedroom doorway.

She didn't answer him. She couldn't. If she stopped, if she looked at him, she would break down. And she refused to show him how much he'd hurt her.

Little late for that, isn't it?

Oh, shut up!

You could always just zap him into the next room, or put a containment spell on him so he'd never be able to leave the apartment like that again.

SHUT UP!

"Keira! What are you doing?" he yelled. He sounded panicked.

Finding a pair of sweats with a drawstring, she threw them on the floor and pulled open another drawer to look for a heavy shirt.

She'd just yanked out a navy sweatshirt when she was gripped by the arm and spun around.

"What are you doing?" he asked again, his voice barely above a whisper.

She refused to look at him. "I'm packing. What the hell does it look like?"

"Packing? To go where?"

"Anywhere away from you."

He visibly recoiled at her words, and her heart clenched painfully in her chest.

"No," he insisted, his eyes unnaturally bright. "No. You're not going anywhere."

She yanked her arm away again. "Watch me."

Turning away from him, she yanked open his sock drawer, only to find herself spun back around into his arms.

"No, witch. You can't leave me," he whispered hoarsely.

She tried to push him away, tried to get away from the sweet perfume that was wafting from his clothes, but he held her tight.

"Let me go, Luukas!"

"No. I won't. I can't."

Taking her face in his large hands, he starting raining kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, her nose. He kissed her tears away.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Her chin quivered as she tried to pull his hands away from her face.

"Keira, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," he repeated.

Finding her lips, he kissed her urgently, passionately, gently trying to get her to open to him.

With a sob, she wrenched her face away. "Stop! Stop it! You reek of another woman, and you expect me to kiss you? Are you insane?"

At her words, his entire body stiffened, and Keira stopped struggling.

Shit. Why had she said that word in particular?

His hands dropped to his sides.

She reached out a hand towards him. "Luukas, I didn't mean..."

"I'll go take a shower. Do not move, witch." Turning on his heel, he strode into the bathroom.

Standing there in front of the dresser, she listened until she heard the water come on.

Why had she said that?

Because it was true.

Looking down at the floor, she caught his sweatpants out of the corner of her eye, and angrily grabbed them off of the floor.

If he thought she was going to stand here like a good little girl while he washed another woman off of him before coming to her, he was insane.

She was dressed and out the door in record time, the credit card she'd found earlier gripped tightly in hand.

The elevator was open when she got there and she took it down to the front desk, formulating a plan to get some shoes. She just prayed it would work.

The concierge looked up in curiosity as she approached, a girl in too-large sweat clothes with her hair in a ponytail and no shoes.

She smiled easily. "Good morning! I think I left my shoes in the gym yesterday, did anyone happen to turn them in?"

He relaxed immediately. "Actually, yes. They did. Sneakers? Blue, with white laces?"

"Yes! It sounds like them."

"One moment, I'll go grab them from the back."

She held the smile on her face until he was out of sight. As soon as he was gone, she watched the elevator, her heart beating rapidly every time it began to ascend, breathing again when it didn't go to the top floor.

On her left side, the rising sun was warm where it shone in through the front windows.

Come on, come on, come on.

After what seemed an eternity, he returned with the shoes.

"Here you go, miss," he announced with a smile.

She grabbed them out of his hand. "That's them! Thank you!"

Scuttling towards the door, she heard the elevator ding behind her just as she walked out into the rare Seattle sunshine. Quickly sliding on the shoes, which were only a half-size too big, she took off towards the intersection without tying them.

Suddenly, the hair rose on her arms and neck, and she thought she heard a beast roaring from the rooftop behind her.