SERAFINA AND THE SILENT VAMPIRE
(Serafina’s, Book 1)
By MARIE TREANOR
Ebook available 28th August from
Amazon and B&N
She felt her way around
two intertwining apple trees and found Tam.
She stopped dead with
shock. His large frame was unmistakable in the flashlight beam, but she’d never
before seen it slumped in the brutal hold of an attacker who seemed to be
strangling him or squeezing him to
death. Which would be quite an achievement considering the size of Tam’s
muscular body. And the fact that his opponent, although about equal in height,
was far lighter and leaner in weight. And wearing a kilt, as if he was, or was
pretending to be, one of the Bells’ guests. Tam’s arms flailed as if trying
feebly to fly free. That was terrifying in itself: Tam the Tank physically
helpless.
Sera’s hand wavered, and
the beam from her flashlight shifted over a shock of dark chestnut hair. There
was a tiny instant when she imagined she’d steeped herself too deeply in this
vampire nonsense, because it almost looked as if the stranger had his face
buried in Tam’s throat. It sent a weird, almost sensual shiver down her spine
before she yanked her brain back into line.
Who the hell was this?
Ferdy’s stalker? Sera didn’t wait to find out. As he began to turn his head,
granting her a glimpse of his shadowed face and gleaming eyes, she hurled
herself at him feetfirst. Both her boots connected jarringly with hard flesh;
her whole being jolted as if she’d been shot.
It took an instant to
realize that she lay on the ground on her back, winded, while Tam’s attacker,
and Tam himself, remained upright. Jesus, she couldn’t have lost her touch to
that degree! She’d slammed into him.
She should at least have knocked him off balance! But then, she should have
landed on her feet, not her back, and been ready to jump him before he
recovered.
As she struggled to
rise, her blurred vision cleared enough to show her, by the crazily waving beam
of the torch, that the kilted thug had released Tam, who leaned one massive
shoulder against the tree, shaking his head as if to clear it. Thank God, at
least the bastard hadn’t killed him. And now they were two against one, however
strong this maniac was.
“Tam! Now!” she
commanded in an urgent stage whisper and ran at the curiously still figure of
the enemy.
Tam muttered something
that might have been, “Don’t, Sera.”
Her quarry sidestepped
her with a blur that surely spoke more for the intensity of her previous
winding than for his genuine speed. Whatever the cause, it was enough to
unbalance Sera. Fortunately, Tam leapt and caught her in his muscled arm—all
that prevented her from falling over again.
She whirled around,
poised to face a counterattack, snatching the only weaponry she carried in her
pocket—one of the ridiculous pointy sticks—and for the first time looked into
the shadowed face of her enemy. Remembering belatedly about her flashlight
still clutched in her bruised left land, she shone it directly into his face.
The eerie crisscrossing of shadows on his skin disappeared in the golden glow,
but he made no effort to hide from the light. Two large, dark brown eyes stared
at her from a lean, still face. There was no doubt he was good-looking enough
to turn heads, with a high forehead, long, thin nose, and full, expressive
lips, all framed by a shock of thick, dark hair streaked with auburn. The
combination of high, broad cheekbones and leanness gave him a slightly cadaverous
look that somehow didn’t detract in the slightest from his male beauty.
All these jumbled
impressions Sera absorbed in an instant. But chiefly what caught and held her
attention was the trickle of red blood running from the corner of his mouth and
down the side of his chin.
“Oh for f…!” Sera hurled
the pointy stick to the ground. “What the hell
do you think you’re doing?” she raged. “This is our show.”
SERAFINA AND THE SILENT VAMPIRE
Serafina’s Book One
By Marie Treanor
Coming 28th August
Silence
has never been so sinful…
Welcome to Edinburgh's unique psychic
investigation agency, Serafina's.
Serafina MacBride is psychic - but not
strictly honest. While staging a hilarious vampire attack at a client's party,
Sera is stunned to encounter a real vampire - annoying, gorgeous and inaudible
to everyone but her. When her client's son is found dead with puncture wounds
in his neck, she tracks the silent vampire to his lair.
But the amoral and seductive Blair is also on a mission - to find and kill
a nest of young vampires who've invaded his territory. Soon Sera is drawn into
the bizarre world of the undead, where danger lurks in the shadows along with
forbidden sensual delights - and a murderous conspiracy to flood the world with
financially astute vampires who talk.
Supported and hindered by Blair's
eccentric, undead friends, and by her own motley crew from Serafina's, Sera and
Blair uncover surprising truths about each other and about the mysterious
Founder from whom all vampires are descended.
In the end, Sera draws on powers she
never knew she had in a frantic fight to defeat the forces of evil and preserve
the strange, complicated being she's
trying so hard not to love.
Marie Treanor lives in Scotland with her
eccentric husband and three much-too-smart children. Having grown bored with
city life, she resides these days in a picturesque village by the sea where she
is lucky enough to enjoy herself avoiding housework and writing sensual stories
of paranormal romance and fantasy.
Marie Treanor has published more than twenty
ebooks with small presses, (Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Changeling Press
and The Wild Rose Press), including a former Kindle bestseller, Killing
Joe. Blood on Silk: an Awakened by Blood novel, was
her New York debut with NAL.
Website: www.MarieTreanor.com
Blog: Marie Treanor's Romantic Theme
Party:
http://romanticthemeparty.blogspot.com/
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