BLURB:
Ignorance isn’t
always bliss…
Handsome and diligent Avrum Brenin should have died in the fire
with his mother and older brother. Instead, he is saved by the powerful and
wealthy immortal, Lord Henri. Placed under his care, Avrum shares in his world
of endless splendors. He must do one thing in return—look after Haven, a human
and Lord Henri’s newest rescue.
The simple task proves to be more complicated than it seems.
Haven is disobedient, ungrateful, and hostile, yet she is beautiful and mystifying
at the same time. One night, when Avrum stumbles across Haven barely clothed
and bound at the wrists, the world he has trusted in unravels before his eyes.
He soon discovers that no one—from Lord Henri and Haven to his closest friend,
Lysander—are who they seem to be.
Now faced with the truth, will Avrum choose to surrender to the
man who rescued him, or will he have the courage to save the woman who
captivated him?
EXCERPT:
Maybe
I can’t do this on my own…
“Help me,” she
told him, realizing it was her only real option. “Help me leave… You can help
me now. Together, we can get to my father and we―”
His disheartened
expression made her stop.
“You can never
go back to your father,” he said. “It will be the first place Keagan and Henri
will look for you.”
Terror made her
mind race and her hands tremble. There had to be a way for her to get out. “You
can bring me and my father somewhere safe,” she blurted out in desperation.
“Please, there has to be some way. I can’t stay here.”
Avrum’s eyes
drifted over her shoulder to where the manor laid quiet and still. He inhaled.
“You have been bitten,” he said.
Haven took a
slight step back.
“I saw the
wounds when I found you,” he replied to her perplexed look. “Your blood is now
entangled with Henri’s. For as long as they are together and flowing through
his veins, you will be connected to him. He will know where you are, no matter
how far.”
She gasped, her
hand flying to the place on her chest where the two pierce wounds laid
underneath. “How do you know this?”
“It is something
we all learn when we are first changed.”
“Have you ever
killed?” she asked but then hesitated. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know
the answer to that question.
“No,” he
replied. “I have taken blood from humans before, when I was first turned, but I
have made sure to never harm any of them. Now, I drink from a stock supply of
human and animal blood in the manor cellar.”
The thought of
consuming a person’s blood made Haven nauseous. “Can you ever stop? Never drink
it again?”
Avrum let out a
short laugh. “I have asked the same questions,” he said. “I still have to be
reminded that I am no longer like you. I cannot stop the drinking because I am
no longer fully alive. The living blood replaces what I have lost during the
change.”
“What are you,
exactly?”
“We are called
vampires.”
She couldn’t
speak. She had never heard the name before, but for some reason, it made her
voice freeze in the pit of her throat.
“With your blood
still coursing through Henri’s veins, you can be tracked. I need to get you
back to the manor before he wonders where you are and realizes you’re gone.”
Avrum held out a hand to her. She stared at the open palm with wide, fearful
eyes. The skin there glistened against the amber lights of the manor windows.
It was marked with faint scars. Each one seemed to overlap the others.
“We keep the
scars we have earned as humans,” he told her, as if reading her thoughts. “I
have many of my own to bear.”
For
some reason, his words made the warmth in her chest grow even more and the
pains in her body ease. She stretched her own hand out, the raw and marred
marks around her wrist standing out against the paleness of her skin.
Avrum offered
her a tender smile―a smile that told her that this time she wasn’t alone. “Come
back with me,” he told her. “I will protect you with everything I am. I swear
it. Please…”
Haven hesitated
for a moment, their hands hovering close. In the space between them, all her
doubt and fears lingered. Could she really trust him? He was one of them after
all. A vampire.
She sucked in icy
night air and, taking a step forward, placed her shaking hand in his.
Praise for His Haven:
“His Haven is a fantastic mix of historical and paranormal romance… Action.
Romance. A touch of horror. You can’t put this book down.”–Cynthia Carole, author of
the Cedarville Novella Series
“Exciting and suspenseful… sweet and hot all at the same time. I
recommend that anyone that loves books about vampires read this and you won’t
regret it.”–Crystal
N., Reviewer from SSYL
“Ms. Brooks has started a story of
other-worldly magnitude where adventure and secrecy filled the pages. Twist and
turns ran amok as the author delivered angst, love, friendship and intrigue.”–Evelise,
Reviewer from S.E.X. Reviews
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