Description
Mael and Cian are back in this sequel to The Prince’s Angel! Mael has finally decided to declare Cian his consort, and plans to announce it to his court. While this may cause dissention in the vampire ranks, the two lovers have far worse problems.
A demon summoned by Memnet, a rogue vampire, and dirty deals lead to nothing but trouble, and might even kill the pair if they aren’t careful. Add in a forbidden love between Brandon and Mael’s alchemist Cornelius, who already knew Brandon was the one man he couldn’t have, the return of Selena, a vampire Cian doesn’t trust, and a very wily archangel, and Mael and Cian have a recipe for disaster.
Only Cian has Mael’s back in the shifting political world of court, which worsens day by day as Mael realizes there’s a traitor somewhere in his own court. Through it all, it’s the love between Mael and Cian that keeps them going, even when things are at their worst.
Can they survive the murky underworld of the creatures who inhabit the night, or will the forces seeking to tear them apart finally succeed?
Also available at:
EXCERPT:
“I summon thee, Zalael, to this place and offer thee this body as your vessel.”
The cadence of the words echoed within the darkened room lit only by candles. The body on the stone altar was less than an hour old, as his death had been a part of the ritual itself. Several moments passed in silence before any movement became visible. With a great gasp for air, the body on the altar jerked with life. His head turned slowly to face Memnet.
“Who dares summon me?” The creature’s voice was low, and the question was more growl than words.
Memnet folded his hands in front of him. The protective circle around him guaranteed he would remain unharmed should Zalael not find favor with his offering or the bargain Memnet wished to strike. “I am Memnet, great Zalael.” He bowed his head in respect to the demon. As he looked up, his gaze was calm and steady as he took in the form not far from him.
Zalael sat up slowly and moved each arm and leg in turn. He then turned and slid off the altar to stand against it. It took him a moment to gain a sense of balance, and when he finally did, he looked up at Memnet. “And who is Memnet, that he would dare to wake me?”
Memnet studied the face and form the demon inhabited. He had chosen well. The man he picked had an angelic, innocent beauty, with long, silvery blond hair and deep blue eyes. The body, while muscular, wasn’t overly so. At 6’3”, Zalael was now a truly magnificent creature.
“I am the man who wishes to set you loose on the world. Other than a few chosen tasks, I will leave you free to do as you wish. That is, if you wish to be freed.” Somehow he doubted Zalael would choose the alternative of returning to the Abyss again.
A slow smile spread across the demon’s lips. “Free?” He moved away from the altar and began circling Memnet. “And what price do you pay? What do I pay? Freedom comes with a price, and calling me from the void carries one just as steep.”
“I pay in blood to keep you here, and the price you pay is the inability to walk in the sunlight.” Memnet shrugged slightly, thinking those terms to be fair enough.
“Very well. Why have you called me?”
Memnet smiled slowly. “Because I need your unique talent to disrupt the Romanorum.” He’d been highly irritated when his plans with the rogues hadn’t come to fruition, and just as annoyed to be minus one Daughter, particularly Selena, who had been his favorite. “Are we agreed to mutually help each other, which also includes leaving me in one piece? I also demand that no harm comes to either me or my family.”
Reviews
There are no reviews yet.