Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Relentlessly Creative Books
Publication Date: March 16, 2016
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Lexie Miles, a southern belle living her dream life in Paris, is devastated when her best friend Emma is brutally raped and murdered by vampires. From that moment Lexie’s “perfect world” begins to crumble. She discovers her entire life has been a sham and everyone she cares about has been lying to her. Angry doesn’t begin to describe her reaction to the news.
Plunged into a two-thousand year old war between good and evil, she is propelled into a world of blood, lust and dark secrets. She must embrace her birthright to fight an ancient threat to humanity. Bequeathed with the dubious gift of being the “Chosen One,” Lexie meets the enigmatic Etienne Benoit. She falls hard for him and when he betrays her, she vows to get revenge. After all, she is a vampire executioner and killing vampire is what she does.
Emma slumped against the back seat as the taxi pulled away from Lexie’s apartment. Heart still pounding, she focused on breathing deeply to quiet her nerves. She couldn’t remember ever being as unraveled as she had been when she had seen Francois and Marielle on the Champs Elysees. They had recognized Lexie and that boded trouble.
She stepped down from the taxi in front of her apartment. “Please wait for me. I won’t be long,” she said to the driver handing him twenty Euros.
He smiled, happy she was not just another cheap foreigner trying to get a free ride.
After she locked and bolted her front door behind her, she felt relieved, but she no longer knew if she was safe anywhere. She wondered if Francois and Marielle were watching or had followed her home. Her thoughts lingered on Francois. She had fallen hard and fast and now her hopes and dreams centered on him. The last time they had met alone Francois had promised her many things. To leave Marielle and be with her, heal the rift with his father and leave the dark side. She touched her lips where the memory of his last kiss lingered. She still couldn’t believe he wanted her. She knew the risks – vampires are not to be trusted – especially the dark ones. She had promised Francois she would tell no one and kept her promise. Tonight it had taken everything she had not to blurt out her secret to Lexie. She hated lying and worried Lexie was now vulnerable.
Everything the Society had worked for and stood for was in danger now that Francois and Marielle knew of the precious antiserum and its formula. When they had first approached her several weeks prior, Francois had done most of the talking. His good looks and smooth compliments had turned her head. He had compelled her and the only thing that had saved her from falling completely under his will was the human serum mixed with verveine she took daily. But it had not prevented her from falling in love with him.
Despite her strong feelings for Francois, she had managed to keep her wits. Instead of giving him what he wanted she devised an elaborate plan to conceal the authentic antiserum and formula. As she reviewed the details she felt confident the life-saving items would be safe. She was playing with fire, surviving the night was uncertain.
Tonight she was meeting Francois in the Jardin de Tuillieries to give him the fake antiserum and formula. It was a test to make sure he would be true to his word. She could only hope he loved her. He assured her he did.
She surveyed her Provence-style decor with its hues of orange, red and sunflower yellow. She loved her place with its treasures from home – the small antique carriage clock that had belonged to her grandmother, and the beautiful old steamer trunk that she used as a coffee table. They were her Dad’s loving contribution to her apartment.
The vial of clear liquid and formula caught her eye. She opened a small Printemps shopping bag, placed each item inside, and stuffed it in her purse.
Would she ever see her home again?
She shrugged off her sudden departure into sadness, and ran down the stairs freeing her hair from its customary bun. Francois preferred it loose and flowing. Besides, it made her feel sexier. She gave the taxi driver the address of a small internet café near the Jardin de Tuilleries.
Emma sat at one of the computers going over and over her e-mail to Etienne and Tom. She gathered her courage, entered the next day’s date and pushed the send later button. She left the café, turning right toward the Tuilleries, and pulled the collar of her jacket close. The night was cold and clear. She entered the garden, and paused, listening for any strange noise before proceeding along the path. The full moon and soft white lights strung in the surrounding trees showed her the way.
“Bon nuit, cherie,” a silky male voice whispered in her ear.
Emma’s heart almost stopped. The first rush of carnal heat moved through her body. He surprised her.
“Bon nuit,” she replied, turning to face him. Francois’ handsome face was lost in shadow. His wintry blue eyes were all she could see. Delicious and dangerous. “Come into the trees,” he said taking her hand. She followed him into the underbrush glancing over her shoulder.
“Have you kept your promise?”
“I told no one, not even Lexie. and I made sure no one was following me. I would never disobey your instructions. Your trust means everything to me.”
“Do you have the package?”
“I have what you asked for.”
“That is good cherie.” He stroked her face with his hand.
She shivered at his touch and fought to keep a cool head.
“Give them to me,” he said.
“In a moment. Have you thought about your promises?”
“We can talk about that later. We are together and alone,” he said. “That’s more important.
Emma took a step back. She needed a little distance to think. “By the way, why did you and Marielle approach my friend and me tonight? It was awkward.”
“We were out for a stroll and noticed you admiring the necklace. Marielle insisted on meeting her.” Francois stroked her cheek again.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to get away from her tonight.” Emma said.
“Don’t worry about her. Elle est une musaraigne.”
Emma couldn’t help but smile at his use of the word shrew.
“After five hundred years I am sick of her nagging and jealous fits.” He reached to take her in his arms.
Emma clutched her purse closer, still hesitant to give in too soon. “I’ve missed you.” The beating of heart sounded like thunder in her ears.
“But cherie it’s only been a few hours since we last met.” Once more he caressed her cheek.
Emma shivered at his touch. “It’s seems like an eternity and you were with Marielle.”
“Perhaps I have been a little too délicat with you.” His silky voice turned her insides to mush. He raised her chin and gazed into her eyes. Emma felt a pulling sensation. “Maybe you want a little walk on the wild side, n’est pas? Let me have my way with you and I will leave Marielle and come to your light side.” He grazed her cheek with his lips.
“Don’t tease me,” Emma whispered. “You know how I feel about you.”
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Ellen Chauvet lives in Vancouver, British Columbia. Her love for reading and writing developed at an early age and she wrote several short stories and plays which were lost over the years. In 2003 a friend introduced her to “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, and Ellen was fascinated by the idea of good and evil vampires. She particularly loves Anne Rice, Charlaine Harris and Laurell K. Hamilton. ‘When Darkness Falls’ if the first in a series of books called ‘The Vampire Redemption Series’ and is adult fiction.
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