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A vampire romance thriller filled with twists and turns within every page...
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D.A. Berry, author
Tristen Sinclair~
He has existed for centuries, fighting evil, vowing to protect the one being he loved beyond reason, the woman he pledged his heart to. Centuries passed. As darkness covers the earth, the vampire awakens, consumed with agonizing pain, for he failed to keep his promise. Her death haunts him, ripping apart his soul. For nearly 200 years, the vampire has emotionally battled the beast within, wanting to end his existence, cursing his wife's dying words. "Tristen, you must carry on. Promise me, you will protect the innocent." Her dying words were forever embedded in his mind. Unable to bear her loss any longer, he plans his demise. Awaiting the rising sun, the vampire whispers a prayer, begging her forgiveness. Suddenly, his head begins to throb, a panic-stricken voice invading his thoughts. A shattered mortal woman pleads to be saved from a soulless monster, an ancient vampire believed no longer of this world.
Ana Nichols~
At the tender age of seventeen, a monster existing to inflict pain all but destroyed her. The being possessed her soul, ripping apart her inner self, subconsciously tormenting her mind night after night. Overwhelming fear was her only thought once darkness covered the earth. That night, an institution for the mentally ill became Ana's salvation, her home. For 10 years Davis Hospital has kept her hidden from the being, until one cold December night, when once again the creature has found her. Sensing deep within that there is no escape and knowing the monster tormenting her thoughts will not stop until it owns her soul, she mentally cries out, not understanding yet believing the one with emotionless eyes possesses the power to save her. Welcome to their world, the realm of the undead.
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Prologue
Italy 1885~
Once again, the vampire awoke as excruciating pain ripped apart his chest. Sucking the musty air into his lungs, Tristen cursed destiny. Regardless how deeply he blocked her memory from his thoughts, night after night, she haunted him. The dead woman, he loved beyond reason, his wife, Margarita Sinclair. The being, he failed to protect, the vision of her demise breaking him in two. Wiping the blood-stained tears from his eyes, Tristen touched the etched carving on the crypt. Remembering the night, his existence changed forever.
They were enjoying an evening at the opera, when suddenly; Lucian’s cry for help pierced his thoughts. Sensing his sudden change in demeanor, Margarita whispered. “We must help him, Tristen… for he cannot win this fight alone.” Cursing the fates, he took his wife’s hand as they transformed into vapor. Deep within, for some odd reason, fearing the evils they were about to face.
Scanning the night skies, they prepared themselves for battle. Suddenly, the stench of death and decay filled their nostrils. Taking on human form, he and Margarita lunged toward their enemies. At that moment, the merciless war between good and evil began. As the blood-thirsty undead brought forth all their power the air shifted, unleashing a beast from the depths of hell.
Nearly robbed of all strength, they fought, refusing to surrender. Lucian along side, his creator, Kara, he and Margarita, each of them, determined to protect mankind. After what seemed like forever, the night turned quiet. Until, Margarita’s cries pierced their thoughts.
Running to his wife, he wrapped Margarita in his arms. Her blood-soaked body robbing him of breath, mentally calling forth his powers, he attempted to heal the gaping wound within, her chest. Screaming into the night, as her dying words pierced his mind. ‘Tristen… you must carry on—promise me, you will protect the innocent…’ Unable to deny her anything, she asked or wished, he agreed. Regardless, her request condemned him to an existence in the midst of anguish.
Paralyzed within, he fought to return to the present. Consumed with torment from the memories of that night, the vampire crushed Margarita’s wedding band between talon fingers. Glancing at her scrolled name upon the stone monument, Tristen howled. The pain of losing her, failing to keep her safe from harm the curse he’d bear forever…
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