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| Eternity Waits Short Vampire Romance available now from The Wild Rose Press Alexandra Ivanov has wandered the night alone for the past three hundred years. The only man she truly loved had been taken from her on a bloody battlefield centuries ago. Now she finds herself drawn to Caleb Weathers, a virile soldier who sets her heart racing. Caleb, a Confederate soldier stationed in Gettysburg in 1863, is intrigued by the beautiful, exotic woman who calls him by the name Dimitri. When she touches him, she sets his body and soul on fire. But is she the devil in disguise? |
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Alexandra rose from the cave where she'd slept and stretched luxuriously. The moon beckoned, a pale,
silver glow. He awaited her.
Her mind called out to him, Dimtri.
And he answered her, Alexandra, my lyubof, come to me.
A chill raced down her spine as she thought of her lost love. How could it be him? Was it possible for the
soul to be reborn in a different body? Her mere existence proved stranger things possible. Was she
deluding herself? The young American couldn't possibly be Dimitri. But she'd felt his presence since the
first time she'd come upon Caleb guarding the outposts of the Rebel camp. She watched him from the
shadows, his body taut, on alert. He stared at her, then lowered his gun and reached for her.
She moved toward him, a question in her eyes.
"Dimitri, my Dimitri," She murmured into his ear. Their lips met. She took his mouth greedily. Memories of
Dimitri lying beside her, his body entwined with hers, sent her passion soaring. She slid her lips along
his throat.
Alexandra rose from the cave where she'd slept and stretched luxuriously. The moon beckoned, a pale,
silver glow. He awaited her.
Her mind called out to him, Dimtri.
And he answered her, Alexandra, my lyubof, come to me.
A chill raced down her spine as she thought of her lost love. How could it be him? Was it possible for the
soul to be reborn in a different body? Her mere existence proved stranger things possible. Was she
deluding herself? The young American couldn't possibly be Dimitri. But she'd felt his presence since the
first time she'd come upon Caleb guarding the outposts of the Rebel camp. She watched him from the
shadows, his body taut, on alert. He stared at her, then lowered his gun and reached for her.
She moved toward him, a question in her eyes.
"Dimitri, my Dimitri," She murmured into his ear. Their lips met. She took his mouth greedily. Memories of
Dimitri lying beside her, his body entwined with hers, sent her passion soaring. She slid her lips along
his throat.
copyright 2009 by Susan Macatee
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Sweet Redemption
Vampire Romance Novella
available now at The Wild Rose Press
On a cold December night, Union infantry captain,
Jonathan Hackett, is pinned down on the Fredericksburg
battlefield trying to escape Confederate fire. But a
creature of the night, more dangerous than any enemy
soldier, stalks him. Jon must fight for his life as well as
his soul.
Maddie Emery has lost everything dear to her. Her
husband and parents have passed on and her brothers
are off fighting in the Confederate Army. She's alone,
trying single-handedly to hold onto her family's farm,
when a Yankee soldier collapses across her stoop.
Maddie and Jon form a bond of love and tender desire.
But when Jon begins to exhibit signs of becoming the
creature he fears most, is their love enough to fight off
the evil of a centuries old vampire bent on destroying
them?
Vampire Romance Novella
available now at The Wild Rose Press
On a cold December night, Union infantry captain,
Jonathan Hackett, is pinned down on the Fredericksburg
battlefield trying to escape Confederate fire. But a
creature of the night, more dangerous than any enemy
soldier, stalks him. Jon must fight for his life as well as
his soul.
Maddie Emery has lost everything dear to her. Her
husband and parents have passed on and her brothers
are off fighting in the Confederate Army. She's alone,
trying single-handedly to hold onto her family's farm,
when a Yankee soldier collapses across her stoop.
Maddie and Jon form a bond of love and tender desire.
But when Jon begins to exhibit signs of becoming the
creature he fears most, is their love enough to fight off
the evil of a centuries old vampire bent on destroying
them?
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Those knocks were not made by a wolf, but he suspected the wolf had something to do with Reverend
Arnwolf. "Is the wolf his minion, or can he transform himself?" he said, under his breath.
"What?" Mrs. Emery moved close. Her scent invaded his thoughts. "Please, tell me what's going on?"
Jon sighed. "When I said I was attacked by a wild dog, I lied." He moved back to the settee and sat, his
hands dangling between his knees.
She sat beside him, but held herself ramrod straight. "What or who attacked you?"
"I was pinned down on the battlefield. Spent the night in the freezing cold. All of my men had died. A man
appeared. Claimed to be a minister from Austria." Jon grimaced as he recalled Arnwolf's blood-red eyes
and the sharp pierce of his fangs as they entered Jon's throat. "He offered to help me, but...instead he led
me to an abandoned barn and attacked me."
Mrs. Emery gasped. "You're not saying this man--"
"He bit me on the throat." Jon pushed his hand through his hair. "I don't know exactly what he is, but he's
not human."
"That's who you believe was at the door?"
Jon nodded. "I don't know how, but I now have a connection to him." He fingered the bumps on his throat.
"I know things about him I shouldn't possibly know."
Those knocks were not made by a wolf, but he suspected the wolf had something to do with Reverend
Arnwolf. "Is the wolf his minion, or can he transform himself?" he said, under his breath.
"What?" Mrs. Emery moved close. Her scent invaded his thoughts. "Please, tell me what's going on?"
Jon sighed. "When I said I was attacked by a wild dog, I lied." He moved back to the settee and sat, his
hands dangling between his knees.
She sat beside him, but held herself ramrod straight. "What or who attacked you?"
"I was pinned down on the battlefield. Spent the night in the freezing cold. All of my men had died. A man
appeared. Claimed to be a minister from Austria." Jon grimaced as he recalled Arnwolf's blood-red eyes
and the sharp pierce of his fangs as they entered Jon's throat. "He offered to help me, but...instead he led
me to an abandoned barn and attacked me."
Mrs. Emery gasped. "You're not saying this man--"
"He bit me on the throat." Jon pushed his hand through his hair. "I don't know exactly what he is, but he's
not human."
"That's who you believe was at the door?"
Jon nodded. "I don't know how, but I now have a connection to him." He fingered the bumps on his throat.
"I know things about him I shouldn't possibly know."