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New friends, new adventures . . . shocking revelations and harrowing experiences make for riveting reading in this second installment of the Sabrina Strong Series.
Lorelei Bell has created another unique and mesmerizing mystery masterwork that tops its prequel Vampire Ascending in drama, fast-paced action, love, passion, heartache, and devastation,. New friends, new adventures, shocking revelations, and harrowing experiences make for riveting reading in this second installment of the Sabrina Strong Series.
Sabrina learns more details - through Vasyl's recounting of his human and vampire life˜ of what her role as a sibyl means and how the past and the future will come together. She finally learns what role Vasyl has played in his search for the next sibyl and why she is so tremendously important.
As Sabrina's partner, Dante, puts himself at risk to help all of mankind, Sabrina learns why newcomer, Bill Gannon, is so interested in her, and she works to protect Bjorn Tremayne from losing it all. Sabrina's past catches up to her, and she discovers that not everyone is, or was, what she thought. New characters, some kind and trustworthy, and some not, contribute to a captivating story line, and Sabrina finds herself on a journey she never thought possible.
Sabrina Strong (a touch clairvoyant), lets Vasyl - the vampire who has been watching for her for over 1,000 years - into her house for the first time. Sabrina is the first sybil for two thousand years. Vasyl bit her when she was ten, and now has come to claim her...
“Do not resist me, cherie,” he said, head lowered to gaze at me with beautiful eyes. Up 'til now I'd thought his eyes were warm-brown, but I was mistaken. In the glow of the little lamp situated behind him, and those from my bedroom, I could see they were a dark blue. Almost violet. Perhaps they were.
“Who's resisting? You can't be real,” I said, my heart thumping inside my chest as I neared him, taking him in — his beautiful face, coiled black hair, and broad white chest. He looked like a rock star and seemed out of his element standing in my dining room. He needed an electric guitar or something to bring it all together. I'd never seen him wear shoes, and he didn't tonight. The white shirt (a companion to the one he had given me to wear, and was still in my closet) draped on him, open in the front, had my eyes tracing the edges where his chest and abdomen were exposed, right to where his faded jeans hung low on his hips — yowza! Both pierced ears, when I looked close — my God — had tiny gold crosses with tiny diamonds in their centers dangling from each ear. How could he wear them? His response to my absurd question interrupted my thoughts on a vampire wearing dangling crucifix earrings.
“I am very real, cherie.”
“Can I touch you?” I asked, apprehensive of his answer either way. “Without you touching me, I mean?”
“S'il vous plaît, Sabrina. Please, touch me all you wish,” he said in an inviting tone, moving his arms out to his sides to let me approach him, showing that he wouldn't touch me — and I trusted he wouldn't bring his arms around me to trap me against him. He stood stone still, only his eyes watching me.
“And block me from picking up thoughts and emotions from you, please?” Normally I couldn't get a read from a vampire, but I worried because I'd had his blood.
“Oui, I shall do so,” he agreed.
I moved in closer, my trembling hand reaching up toward his long glistening hair. It came to below his waist in the back, and in the front, it grew to his waist in loose coils. Incredibly thick and heavy, it was a wonder his head didn't snap off from the weight of it all. I took a bit of it in my fingers and marveled at how silky it felt. His face looked like chiseled alabaster, the large crimson lips almost the only color. His large dark eyes and hair contrasted to his dazzling white skin so that if he stood naked in the snow, that's all you would see of him. But it was enough.
“Closer, cherie, closer,” he whispered. “I will not harm you. I have fed well tonight and do not require your blood.”
With the invitation, I wavered on an unseen knife's edge between reality and my dream world. He was here, the man, vampire, of my dreams, in my house! The things I'd dreamt I would do to him, and here I was with my irritating monthly. I was never the aggressor in any relationship I'd ever had — all two of them. Dante had been a gentle lover, but unarguably the aggressive one. This was all new to me. Whether it was a regular man, or vampire, it didn't matter. Vampires were highly aggressive; sex and blood lust drove them to choose their partners with care, as they wanted someone they could come to on a continuous, nightly basis. Jealous of their donors, they wouldn't allow anyone else to touch them. It made for a decidedly one-sided relationship unless the human had no problem being a vampire's paramour. Right now, I didn't want to think about this part. I wanted to act out my dreams, just this once.
I moved a bit closer breathing in his scent. Every vampire had his or her own scent. I gathered that they probably sniffed us for exactly that same reason. His was a mixture of the aroma of an exotic flower, freshly tilled earth, and old leather, like saddle leather. It reminded me of horses. The barn where he slept held horses. I knew now that he fed from these animals, instead of hunting humans.
“Touch me,” he whispered. “Do not be afraid.” He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, arms out. “I ache for your touch, mon amour.”
I wasn't afraid of him. I was in awe of him.