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The Vampire
Oracle: Fever
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The
Vampire Oracle: Fever, July 4, 2008
Cobblestone Press
ISBN: TBA
Genre: Paranormal
Format: e-Book
After her parents were
killed by a vampire, Charlie Kennedy decided to take justice
into her own hands. A self-proclaimed vampire slayer, she’s
heard of
the impending Vampire Rebellion and is determined to take
down as many of the blood-sucking murderers as she can.
Julian DeLancie’s serious about his lifestyle
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and as one of the strongest of
his coven is on a hunt for the head of the Rebellion. But when his
task is interrupted by the beautiful and seductive huntress, Julian
is forced into a battle of love vs. duty.
Julian and Charlie are explosive in and out of bed, their bond deep
and binding, but will it withstand the ultimate sacrifice?
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Excerpt
Julian DeLancie’s teeth
ached, and his cock was hard. He was hungry and horny—a deadly
combination for such a powerful vampire.
The sun had gone down two hours ago. Since then, he’d paced the
length of his room trying desperately to ignore the symptoms that
continued to plague him. His room was dark, just the way he liked
it, its twenty-foot high ceiling and twenty-foot wide dwelling space
more than enough room for a man his size. At six-feet, seven inches
tall and two-hundred-sixty pounds, Julian was no lightweight. He was
all muscle, all male, all powerful. All vampire.
And he was proud of it. One-hundred-and-fifty years ago, his life
had changed, and for what he now knew was for the better. He’d been
raised in the Clan DeLancie of the Calmae Vampires, and after years
of training and proving himself worthy, he was now second in
command. He ruled just beneath the Clan Matriarch.
It was because of the Matriarch and the meeting he’d had with the
Council last night that Julian was so tense. The Council had been in
rare form from the moment Julian arrived. There were six of them,
all heads of the clans of Reece and the surrounding counties in
Boston, and they were meeting to discuss the rise of the Rebellion
and what they needed to do to stop it. Julian’s solution was
simple—kill the insubordinate bastards.
The Rebellion was a vicious group of vampires that had rallied
against the colonization the Council had established. Throughout the
country, vampires lived among humans, existing in a world that
feared their kind. This had remained possible thanks to laws
established by the Council. Now the
Rebellion wanted no part of those laws. They believed vampires were
superior to humans, and that now was the time for them to claim
their rightful place in society. The Council, on the other hand,
believed in peaceful co-existence between humans and vampires. So to
protect all the Council and their predecessors had worked for,
Julian was now prepared to fight.
In fact, he was itching for some action. Which, in his case, wasn’t
exactly a good thing. It was no secret that Julian DeLancie was one
of the most deadly Calmaes to walk the earth. Although he was a
relatively young vampire, his power had been instant, growing into a
force that made even veteran vamps leery.
It wasn’t only his size that intimidated them, but his looks as
well. His creamy, butter-colored complexion was in stark contrast to
his dark, domineering spirit.
Eyes as deep and green as the sea, and a face that looked to have
been sculpted by an angry artist made him appear even more intense.
The scar that ran from just below his left earlobe to the center of
his neck made him look angry. All this, coupled with his strength
and surly attitude, created one not-to-be-fucked-with vampire.
Julian accepted his reputation as easily as he had his destiny. He
was true to his clan and their cause. He was a vampire, and damned
proud of it. And at this moment, two things a vampire could not
fight for long were threatening to bring him to his knees. He needed
to feed.
Bloodlust ran through his veins like lava flowing from a volcano.
His stomach had already begun the minor cramps that signaled he was
close to the breaking point. Council law dictated that vampires feed
only from fellow vampires. This had been proven to be healthier for
them; the intake of blood with like powers kept them alert. Besides,
when drinking from a human, a vampire had to be especially careful
not to drain their prey or allow the human to drink from them, or
they risked turning that human.
For that reason alone, Julian stayed away from humans. Never would
he risk converting someone to the life of a vampire without their
permission.
Julian’s other ailment was a bit more basic. He needed to get laid.
That admission made his balls draw so tight he thought they might
burst from the pressure. It had been months since he’d had a woman,
although Calmaes were known for their insatiable sexual appetites.
At one time, sex had been more than just a chore for him. He’d
enjoyed the intimate act of sex with his beloved. But that was all
over now. That particular hunger was simply an itch that needed to
be scratched.
A soft rapping at the door captured Julian’s attention, and he
immediately ceased his pacing. He’d been awaiting news of the
Rebellion leader’s whereabouts and prayed this was it. Moving
quickly and without a sound, he opened the door to see Sparco, his
manservant, standing on the other side.
Sparco was old, but stood as straight as a strapping teenager. His
eyes were sharp; his tongue was quiet one moment, and whiplash quick
the next. He’d been in the house as long as Julian had.
“What have you learned?” Julian asked.
“He is on the west side tonight, master. His minions have already
made a kill.”
Julian’s lips peeled back and his fangs lengthened, pressing
painfully into his lower lip. He snarled and turned quickly from the
door.
The time to fight had come.
Copyright © 2008 Sapphire Blue
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