When Ashe Aleksandrov, a seven hundred year old mercenary vampire, comes face to face with his life love, old betrayals of the past come back to haunt him. Although he wants nothing to do with this woman, fate intervenes, tossing Ashe and the lovely Ebony White, a small town librarian who has just received devastating news, into a tumultuous adventure of deceit, lies and danger.
The attack and attempted kidnapping of Ebony leads Ashe to appoint himself her protector until he can eliminate her assailant, but it becomes challenging for him to deny she is his life love when his feelings for her grow stronger every minute she is in his presence.
In the midst of the chaos Ebony is confounded by two possibilities she had previously thought improbable and one she thought impossible; she might soon die a virgin, she would meet a man whom she was undeniably attracted to and . . . vampires exist.
Will the countless difficulties and denial Ashe strives to overcome cost him his last chance at true love . . . and Ebony’s life?
S. K. Yule
A Paranormal Romance by S. K. Yule
Publisher: Amira Press
Buy link: http://www.amirapress.com/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=223
Darkest Hours has received two wonderful reviews:
Coffee Time Romance gave Darkest Hours 5 cups of coffee out of 5
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Paranormal Romance Review: “This book has such wonderful descriptions of everything that happens it is worth reading for that alone; but the plot will also keep you involved right up through the end.” Nancy Eriksen
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The silence was unnerving, and once again swirling, thick fog enveloped her brain, wrapping its tendrils around every thought trying to fight its way out, making it impossible for her to think of something to tell Avril. She sighed and begrudgingly resigned herself to tell Avril the truth, seeing no other way, but before she could say a word she collided with something solid that knocked the phone from her hand. At first, she thought one of the building’s crumbling brick walls must be her obstacle until she reached out to steady herself and caught a handful of soft, supple leather at the same time the exotic smell of spicy sandalwood tickled her nose, tempting her lungs to take a deep pull of the intoxicating scent.
She looked up, way up, until she was staring into the face of what had to be the sexiest man on the planet. He stole her breath, and she sucked in a small gasp as she continued her perusal. Glistening, clear eyes the color of the ocean close to the shore with just the right mixture of turquoise and blue, framed by thick lashes and black eyebrows, stared down at her. She snapped her gaping mouth shut, righted herself and eyed the stranger some more while retaining her hold on his coat. How could anyone be so hard, so solid, so big, so . . . sexy?
His black as night hair floated in the breeze and hung in a silky curtain around a masculine face with a straight nose and a square jaw covered in thick stubble. Full lips, kissable lips, lips that looked as if they were made for fulfilling any woman’s most secret desires, framed his mouth. Heat flooded deep in her belly, and she had a strange urge to run her fingers through all that glorious hair. This was so not like her to feel this way and discerning when she admitted she liked it. What is wrong with me? Chasing away all sanity she couldn’t resist taking a peek at the rest of him.
His huge frame loomed well over six feet, and a form-fitting, black shirt encased broad shoulders and a wide chest that tapered down to a lean waist, showing off his ripped, sculpted body to perfection. Black leather pants were filled out nicely by muscular thighs, and on his feet were black biker boots. The grip she had on his black trench coat pulled it open to allow her this fortunate view of superb male physique. He reminded her somewhat of Hugh Jackman in Van Helsing. Hating to admit it as Hugh was a God, even he paled in comparison. Holy cow! He has got to be the sexiest thing I have ever laid eyes upon.
She had seen pictures in the magazines of male models with their oiled up bodies, perfectly manicured within an inch of their lives, and knew instantly that all of them had gotten it so wrong. They tried to portray the male body in all its glorious beauty, but none she had seen even came close to the virility emanating off the man standing in front of her now. He was an exemplary blend of exactly the right amounts of everything male.
She was glad she couldn’t see his behind because if it was even half as nice as the front, which she had a feeling it was, she might actually start drooling all over his boots.
Mentally scolding herself for gawking at a complete stranger, she began an awkward apology. “Well, um . . . I-I’m, uh . . . . S-sorry for running into you. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was, uh . . . going.” Duh, that was obvious now wasn’t it? She felt like smacking her forehead with her open palm for her stupidity.
Avril’s voice wavered up faintly from the ground. “Ebony, are you okay! Ebony! Answer me!”
She released his coat with reluctance, her body already craving the lost contact, and bent to retrieve the phone from the ground at the exact moment he did. Her hand came to rest upon big, warm fingers already gripping the cell. Sparks shot through her when she touched him, and electricity ran up her arm. She jerked back as if she had been scalded. If he felt it, he didn’t betray it in anyway, keeping his steady, unflinching gaze fixed on her. Both of them stood, and he held the cell out to her. She took it, careful not to touch him again.
Putting the phone to her ear, she said, “Avril, I’m okay. I just dropped the phone. I’ll call you later, okay?”
“If you’re sure your okay, girlfriend.”
She kept her gaze on him. “Yeah, I’m sure.” I hope. She flipped the phone shut and shoved it back in her purse.
Was she okay? She didn’t know this man, and now that she had finished ogling him, she became aware of the tense way he held his frame in complete control. Not one muscle twitched in betrayal of any emotion. He reminded her of a medieval knight waiting for battle, eerily still and accepting of his possible upcoming slaughter. She sensed an aura of danger about him. She couldn’t explain it, just a feeling. He seemed . . . different somehow, but for some unknown reason, she also knew he wouldn’t hurt her. She’d be willing to bet her life on it.
She moved around him. “I’ll just be on my way now.”
He never uttered a word. Those turquoise eyes coldly assessed her every move. His face never betrayed one tiny emotion. Couldn’t he have at least acknowledged my apology? Yeah, right. Who was she kidding? He probably couldn’t even understand her mumbling.
The warmth of embarrassment crept up her neck into her cheeks, and she felt as if she were back in third grade talking to a boy she had a crush on. Standing here gawking at some male, however mysterious, dark and gorgeous he may be, was ridiculous and immature. A warm, giddy feeling raced through her veins, strange, invading, confusing, and she tried to ignore it blaming the recent events of her stressful day.
Taking one last look over her shoulder at him proved too much of a challenge to resist. Wow, there should be a law against men who look that good. She thought it a little strange that she had never seen him until today and stranger yet, that he was hanging out in the alley. Well, no matter, she wasn’t the police, and he wasn’t actually doing anything wrong anyway. Was he? Pulling her jacket closer around her body, she hurried on after deciding she didn’t want to know.
She felt drawn to the dark stranger and couldn’t fathom why. Even now, she was bombarded with the urge to turn around and go back with every step she took away from him. She had no business having such feelings for someone she didn’t even know. She had dated a couple of nice men, but no male had ever really caught her interest . . . until now.