Vampire, Gabriel Knight would have waited a thousand centuries for Calah Arlington to return. A stormy night brings her to him.
Calah Arlington lands a career-making interview with billionaire club owner, Gabriel Knight. His dark looks and mysterious nature captivate her. However, looks can be deceiving. Now bizarre things are happening to her. She hears his seductive voice when he hasn't spoken. She's become forgetful and worries when she's unable to remember her own actions. Could the truth behind the strange occurrences be deadly?
Vampire, Gabriel Knight would have waited a thousand centuries for Calah Arlington to return. A stormy night brings her to him. He should've remained a secret - to protect her. Fate has other plans. Making contact under the pretension of an interview, he lures her to his estate to keep her safe from the enemy. However, he underestimates his dark desire for her. Now who will keep her safe from him?
“Sky Purington gives us a jam-packed vampire tale that will keep you on the edge of your seat! This is one vampire love story that will tug on your heart-strings! ” ~Janean Sparks- Night Owl Reviews
This story contains strong sexual content and is recommended for a mature audience.
“The sex is hot, frantic, and wild, saving admissions of feeling for better times.” ~You Gotta Read Reviews
Heart of Vesuvius is the next tale in the Forsaken Brethren Series.
Excerpt
Gabriel led her toward a wing-backed chair set near the fire. Made of dark wood and near white satin padding, its simple elegance complimented her gown. "You will sit here for the painting."
She sat and instinctually crossed her legs.
"No," he said softly and though he didn't move she swore she felt his hand on her knee. "Uncross your legs but keep them together as you will be gazing toward the fire."
She followed his instructions and focused on breathing. He was so close, his every little motion noticeable. The way his wide shoulders flexed beneath the black designer T-shirt. The way his dress slacks stretched over long, well-muscled thighs. She could hear Alex mixing her paints and knew she was adjusting the lighting in the room. Still, Gabriel towered and directed and made thought impossible.
He crouched in front of her and took her hands in his. The stroke of his fingers on her palms drew her eyes down. The gesture struck her more intimate than a kiss. Without a word, he took one of her hands and placed it on the chair's armrest closest to the fire and laid her other over it.
"Now," he whispered and her eyes flew to his lips. "Turn your head toward the fire, Calah."
She did.
"No." His knuckles gently brushed her cheek and turned her chin more. "Like that."
She hadn't meant to whisper back. "And what of my expression?"
His hand covered hers. "Just as it is, with unleashed passion caught within a mask of confusion and whimsy." He leaned closer. "I've put that look there. Alex will capture it and every time you look at this portrait you will think of me. You will think of this moment."
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