Snow the Vampire Slayer
by Rebekah R. Ganiere
Farielle #2
Publication Date: September 22, 2014
Genres: Fantasy, Romance
by Rebekah R. Ganiere
Farielle #2
Publication Date: September 22, 2014
Genres: Fantasy, Romance
Synopsis: After deposed vampire prince Sage helps King Adrian and the werewolves drive the vampires out of Wolvenglen Forest, he comes face to face with his worst fear. A beautiful woman who makes him lust to break his vow, and crave her blood.
Lady Snow Gwyn is tired of staying at home to take care of her seven brothers, instead of being out with them at night, hunting for bloodsuckers. Ever since a mysterious witch bestowed the mantel of the Vampire Slayer upon her brother, Snow has wanted nothing more than to be out there fighting along side her brothers, but it isn't her place.
And when Snow meets Sage, she's torn between the need to kill him for what she believes him to be, and the desire to give in to the feeling that he stirs within her. But Sage is more afraid than ever that his uncle Philos, King of the vampires, will find out about Snow and once and for all, stomp out any chance Sage has at true happiness.
Sage must enlist the aid of Snow's brothers to help him regain his rightful place as King of the Vampires and finally exact revenge on his uncle. If only he can keep them from killing him first.
Lady Snow Gwyn is tired of staying at home to take care of her seven brothers, instead of being out with them at night, hunting for bloodsuckers. Ever since a mysterious witch bestowed the mantel of the Vampire Slayer upon her brother, Snow has wanted nothing more than to be out there fighting along side her brothers, but it isn't her place.
And when Snow meets Sage, she's torn between the need to kill him for what she believes him to be, and the desire to give in to the feeling that he stirs within her. But Sage is more afraid than ever that his uncle Philos, King of the vampires, will find out about Snow and once and for all, stomp out any chance Sage has at true happiness.
Sage must enlist the aid of Snow's brothers to help him regain his rightful place as King of the Vampires and finally exact revenge on his uncle. If only he can keep them from killing him first.
EXCERPT ONE
Snow smelled like
fruit, and springtime, and life. So much life. Sage savored the lingering taste
of her blood.
Lifting his finger, he
traced the line of her elegant throat. His fangs begged for her taste. He could
take her. Drop her to the ground and drink her dry. She wouldn't be willing,
but what did it matter? How many women had he terrorized by feeding off them?
Too many. He came to his senses and withdrew his
fingers from her throat..
"You're-- You're
a vampire, aren't you?" Her voice was barely audible.
Her eyes sucked him in
and refused to let go. Sage's brain fogged at her scent. She reached up and
placed her fingers on his cheek. His chest squeezed and his eyes closed at the
sensation. Happiness washed over him and his vision flooded with images of them
in his bed, her body intertwined with his.
"You can't be.
Your skin is cool, but not icy." She dropped her hand to his chest.
"And your heart beats. But much slower than it should."
Sage retreated.
"You need to leave. Run home. It isn't safe for you out here!"
"No danger has
ever found its way to my glade. Not even bears live here."
She had no idea how
many hundreds of women he'd killed when they thought they were safe.
"Well, danger has found you now, so you need to go." Sage retreated
further. He should leave. Return to his underground hovel and forget he'd ever
seen her.
"Are you a–"
"Go!" Sage
shouted, moving to her so quickly she blinked twice, startled.
Bloodlust slammed his
body. He turned from her as his fangs burst into his mouth. A strange sensation
overcame him. He didn't want her to see him, not like this. He shouldn’t have
played with her, toyed with her. He should have run from her scent instead of
showing himself.
EXCERPT TWO:
Snow's throat went
dry. The tall man with blue eyes drew ever closer.
It couldn’t be.
He had the same eyes
she'd been dreaming of all day. A memory waited for her on the other side of
the wall in her mind but she couldn’t quite pull it to the surface.
They circled each
other and though she wasn’t foolish enough to lower her sword, she felt
strangely comfortable being near him. Yet frightened at the same time.
Images flashed through
the block. Together in the glade. His lips on hers, his tongue on her hand, the
desire in his eyes as he looked at her. The fear deepened.
"I remember you,”
she murmured, “but I don’t."
He stopped moving for
a moment, his brows knit together. He stepped closer again.
"Don't do
that." She spun out of reach. "Stop where you are."
"Oh, come now,
don’t act like that." He smiled.
What a great smile.
"I mean it,” she
said, “Don't come near me. I don’t want to have to hurt you." Her body
trembled, but her voice held steady. Snow's inner alarm sounded. Something
about him set her on edge. What was it she couldn't remember?
"Oh, you wouldn’t
hurt me." His eyes locked on hers and her mind took on a familiar foggy
quality. "You don't want to hurt me."
"Stop!" She
broke eye contact and shook her head. "You're right. I don’t, but I
will." She thrust the sword in warning. He took a cautious step back and
smirked.
There was something
sensual about him that drew her in. He talked to her with such familiarity,
like a joke she wasn't in on.
His broad shoulders
cut straight down to his trim waist beneath a long leather coat. Snow wondered
what his hands would feel like on her skin. He closed his eyes and sucked in a
long, deep breath, a look of complete peace crossed his face.
"What are you
doing?"
He opened his eyes and
she could swear they shone that bit brighter, in the moonlight.
"Smelling you."
"What? That's
just–” She fumbled for something to say. “You’re trespassing. You should
go." The nagging feeling of unease increased.
"Make me,
love." A smile played across his face.
Why did men always
think they could treat her as a lesser? Lunging, she swung her sword, but he
wasn’t there.
"Back here,
love," he said.
He stood behind her.
She swung around, huffed and lunged again. He stepped out of her way and
she missed. Running at him, she thrust at his stomach, but he swatted the sword
away and spun behind her. Grabbing her about the waist, he tugged her into his
chest, bent over her neck and kissed it playfully.
"I like this side
of you." His cool breath raised goosebumps on her skin.
Slamming her head
back, Snow caught him by surprise. He let go of her and stumbled to his knee,
his nose dripping blood into the grass.
"Don't ever touch
me without my permission." Memories of Lord Balken made her pulse race and
a bead of sweat trickle down her spine.
His eyes flashed
dangerously, but then softened. He gritted teeth his teeth, wiped his nose on
his sleeve and spat on the ground.
"Who are
you?" More images broke through. Though she only caught bits and pieces
she believed she'd met this dazzling stranger in the dark. But she would be
damned if she would let a man play her for a bar wench. "You sir, will
never get what you desire from me."
About the Author
Rebekah is an award winning author. Her novel Dead Awakenings, debuted in January 2014. Red the Were Hunter, the first in her Farielle Series, released in May and the second book Snow The Vampire Slayer will be releasing in September 2014. And her trilogy The Society will be released in 2015 by Kensington's Lyrical Press. Rebekah is the VP of Communications of the RWA FFP Chapter as well as a member of her local Los Angeles and Orange County chapters. In her spare time when she isn't writing you can find her moderating on SavvyAuthors.com or hanging out with her husband, four children and her English Bulldog, rabbit, two bearded dragons, and three tortoises. The escaped snake has yet to be found.
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