Tristan Williamson spent four hundred years waiting for a female to be born with a rare ancestral blood that would finally give him back his humanity. At her birth, killing her is not as easy as he planned. And when she grows into a beautiful woman, falling in love with her could be her ultimate demise.
Tristan Williamson waited four hundred years for her blood. Believing it holds his cure, he’s ready to end her life and retake his humanity. Present at her birth, he finds killing her is not as easy as he planned. As she grows, befriending her was a dangerous mistake. And when she comes to him as a beautiful woman, falling in love with her could be her ultimate demise.
As a child Anna Carlson worshiped the ground he walked on, believing in his existence as a vampire wholeheartedly until the day he left her. Her bitterness grew over the years, leading her to believe he was nothing but a con. Now, to fulfill the dying wish of her father, she’s destined to find his whereabouts and help him discover a cure she knew nothing about. But when she falls in love with him all over again, she’ll find danger she will never forget.
Excerpt
“Am I dreaming?” she whispered as he stepped farther into the light.
His pale face looked grim. The half smile playing on his dark lips reminded her of the man she remembered, the prince who carried the blue heart and stole hers in a mere second of just standing there.
“You’ve come home.” She mouthed the words, not making a sound, afraid if she breathed he’d disappear.
He lifted his dark eyes to hers. Frightened tears turned to excitement, and she ran as fast as her wobbly legs would allow. She threw her arms around his neck, finding tears she’d hidden away since that terrible night he’d left. Then finally, when she felt his arms reach around her, holding her to him, she believed. Not a dream or a strange man invading her space, but Tristan, her dark prince had finally come home.
“Anna,” he whispered as he held her close, breathing in.
His chest rose and fell, making her tremble as it brushed against her exposed skin. Her body suddenly ached in a way she’d never felt before. With all her strength, she held on, wanting him to breathe more. He easily pried loose of her grip and shoved her away so hard she fell to the floor.
“You look awful.”
Wiping black tears with the back of her hand, she drew in a breath, calming the anger building inside. She shook her head, remembering how much he’d hurt her when he left.
“That’s a real nice thing to say,” she spat as she glanced down at her open shirt. Realizing her bra was still undone, she quickly clasped it and stood up. “After all these years, why did you come back only to put me down?”
“I did not mean to come face-to-face with you.” He turned away from her, but she caught him by the arm and swung him back around.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you wasted my time by coming here tonight.”
That hurt. She couldn’t help looking at the floor, feeling like the shattered glass at her feet. She’d cry again, but then, she hadn’t quit since he’d revealed himself in the light.
The coolness of his palm on her cheek startled her. He cupped her face, slid his fingers down to her chin, and then gently lifted, forcing her to look at him.
He inspected her, thumbing a small amount of tears from her cheek. “You are too beautiful to hide behind all this black.”
Lost in his abyss, charmed, she lifted her hand to touch his face, but he moved his head back.
“I’ve always known who you are,” she whispered. “But you’ve never showed me your face in full light. For once, I just want to see you.”
“You know nothing of me.”
“You are my dark prince.”
She took him by the hand and led him closer to the fire. He tried to move away again, but she tightened her grip. This time he didn’t stop her from exploring as she raised her hand and pushed back his long black hair, revealing the man exactly as she remembered.
He was so beautiful with his skin as pale as the clouds, forming a wondrous backdrop for his eyes, black as the night. The reflection of the fire burned in them, but she felt safe, as if he were her protective angel.
He lowered his head, hiding. “You should not look at me.”
“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” she said softly. “I can’t help it.”
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
