Love your dark high fantasy romance and adore it when it’s slow-burn enemies to lovers?
Join this elven Dragonmistress and her handsome vampire warrior hero in righting some wrongs!
To win, she must lose. To succeed, she must win. Defeat may be this elven enchantress’s only chance for victory, and a handsome, immortal warrior the unwilling hero she knows not she needs.
Targeted Age Group:: Intended for adult audiences but does not contain anything explicit
Heat/Violence Level: Heat Level 4 – R Rated
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
The eternal struggle of good versus evil – it never gets old. But what if there would be two sides to the story? Could an antihero be the hero we need, and are the good guys always really the good guys?
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I love strong, gutsy heroines who can stand up for themselves. I also love the idea that two – dissimilar on the outside – people could actually be two sides of the same coin. These two characters, more than twenty years dear to my heart, are meant to showcase a growth from enemies to good friends and even more. After all, who could seem more dissimilar at a first glance than an elven enchantress turned war heroine and Dragonmistress — and an undead, immortal vampire warrior?
Dulcea stared at Krath in silence. Not only was he a creature of darkness, but he was dead. How had she not noticed that? She was breakfasting with a walking corpse. Dulcea realized she could not eat another bite and pushed her plate away.
“You… you do not look like a vampire,” she said.
Krath seemed amused by this.
“Why, have you seen a vampire before?” He leaned closer, favoring her with a broad grin, and for the first time she saw the flash of sharp canines in his mouth.
“No, but I know necromancers can raise vampires, and they—”
“—are nothing more than rotting corpses set back on their feet?” Krath smirked, finishing her words for her. “Necromancers can raise many kinds of blood-sucking and flesh-eating slaves, that is true, but they cannot create true vampires. We possess intelligence and free will. And I assure you we do not rot.”
She fought not to wince, thinking it might offend him. “But is it true you drink blood?”
A sudden chill ran down her spine, and Dulcea cast her gaze on the goblet in his hand.
“You are wondering about this?” Krath guessed, putting his goblet down. “It is just red wine. You may examine it if you wish. I can drink it, but I do not taste it. It does nothing to nourish me. I just do this to put mortals around me at ease.”
“So, when you said you had fed earlier…” She could not bring herself to finish the sentence.
“I drank blood, yes.”
Her stomach lurched, but she had to ask.
“Off a living person?”
“Yes. I drank the blood of a few of the priests at the temple. My bite can be just as lethal a weapon as a sword is.”
Her heart hammered in her chest. “Do you mean to drink my blood? Is that what I am here for?”
“You are asking about my intentions again, my lady.”
Dulcea took a deep breath and told herself to remain calm.
“You said you haven’t decided yet,” she said. “I remember.”
“You are a fascinating woman, Lady Dulcea, and your presence here amuses me. For the moment, I just wish to enjoy your conversation.”
“May my conversation continue to amuse you then,” she said, putting her hands down in her lap to conceal the fact they were shaking.
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