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August 20th, 2015

 

Scorned by her own kind for her mixed-breed elf status, Julija lives a lonely existence as an outcast among her Ivory elf kin. When a magical book in elfin lore is stolen, she’s directed by her King to retrieve the book. Little of the heist goes as planned, and nothing about the vampire is as it appears.
Landau is fascinated by the elf stalking him and baffled by the hunger she elicits from him after ten thousand years of celibacy. Discovering she’s a pawn in a dangerous game orchestrated by none other than his reviled enemy, he’s determined to thwart their plans to pilfer the Book from his control.
When truths are revealed, Julija and Landau must decide if what the heart desires is more important than bloodlines.

 

“Hello,
darling,” Landau drawled, drawing Julija’s attention.
His little
stalker merely glared at him. Landau leaned an elbow on the table, blocking her
view of her male friend. Her gaze grew frostier.
“Careful,
careful.” He waved a finger at her and dropped his voice to his most charming
tone. “You don’t want to give me frostbite.”
She looked
at her companion, and Landau thought he saw irony in her eyes. He smiled before
canting his head around to take stock of her friend. The man stared straight at
him with a tight, knowing smile.
Landau
stumbled back a step. Realizing he’d reacted, he planted his feet and cooled
his rising temper. “To what do I owe the honor of the Ivory King’s presence in my city?”
“Ivory what?”
Julija echoed in feigned disbelief, but the slight widening of her eyes
suggested he’d shocked her with his knowledge.
“Save it,
love,” he said with a killing glance, mocking her lie. “And why are you
stalking me?”
“Oh, do beg
off.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not stalking you.”
“You—”
The highborn
elf cut Landau off with, “Your life’s in danger.”
“What?”
Landau narrowed his eyes on the royal cretin. “Am I supposed to believe you’re
here to protect me?”
The very idea is ludicrous!
The snot
inclined his head.
Landau
scoffed. “Bulletin! I’m a vampire.”
“Save it, love,”
Julija shot back at him.
Landau whipped
his head about and raised his eyebrows. Her sarcasm almost jerked a laugh out
of him, but he managed to cage it at the last moment. The grin twitching at his
lips had no hope of being totally eradicated.
She gave him
a tight smile. “Call yourself whatever you like, you’re still a Crimson elf.”
“Yeah.” He
flashed his incisors at her for no other purpose than to taunt her. Their races
weren’t on friendly terms. She had her Ivory King to thank for that. “That
didn’t seem to matter when the rest of you fucking elves decided to eradicate
us. Don’t expect me to believe you suddenly care.”
“We allowed
your race to survive.” The sardonic comment came from her snotty friend.
“So you
have.” Pompous bastard probably thought he could’ve killed Landau. Alberic was a threat to Landau’s children. Landau
raked his gaze over the elf-man. “I believe I recall you from another time.”
Before
Landau became a vampire at Chaos’ whim, he’d known the Ivory King well, and
this elf wasn’t the true blood King.
The elf
cocked his head to the side, as if waiting further comment or assessing if
Landau would out their former relationship to Julija.
“Do you like
what you see?” Landau turned his attention to Julija instead of elaborating,
snubbing the royal elf.
Julija
sputtered. “I b-beg your um pardon?”
“You were
studying me.”
“No.” She
sniffed and scrunched her nose as if his scent offended her. “I wasn’t.”
The
situation amused him, and he called her bluff with a knowing grin. Intrigued,
he watched her eyes focus on his fangs a moment before she licked her lips. His
cock responded with a twitch. A fascinating reaction since he’d been impotent
for ten thousand years. Being aroused by an Ivory elf—an enemy—was damn
inconvenient.
“Would you
care to dance?” Landau surprised himself with the request.
She flicked
a nervous glance in the direction of the man-elf. She swallowed hard and flattened
her tone, “I don’t dance.”
“Good.”
Landau clamped his fingers around her wrist and yanked her to her feet. She
squawked like any human would and stumbled to catch her footing. “I’ll have the
pleasure of teaching you the moves I prefer.”
“What part
of ‘I don’t dance’ don’t you get, vampire?” Angry, she fairly spat the word vampire.
Her eyes gleamed and turned him on as did the fury smoking her voice.

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“How about
the part where I don’t give a damn?”


 

 

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Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as
a “normal” person in southern society. When not writing, she’s a full-time
basketball/lacrosse/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her
real-life hero-husband of over twenty years. She has an unusual relationship
with her muse, Dom, but credits all her creative success to his brilliant mind.
She’s addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels and movies, Alabama
football, and coffee…addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She’s
convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and when blending coffee and writing
together it generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds
are spawned from coffee highs and Dom’s aggressive demands. Gracen writes is
multiple genres—paranormal romance, paranormal erotic romance, and contemporary
romance. To learn more about Gracen or to leave her a comment, visit her
website at www.gracen-miller.com.
 
 
 
 

 

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