The Prince’s Angel

In present day London, vampires exist side-by-side with mortals and live under two sets of laws. The Romanorum makes the vampire rules, helping the Princes who rule the cities, but not all vampires are thrilled with the system. A rash of rogue vampires—vampires who have killed mortals—has descended upon London, and it is up to London’s vampire prince, Mael Black, to bring them under control.

When he learns who is behind the rogues, however, Mael’s task becomes more complicated than he would like. His only choice is to turn to a sorcerer of questionable reputation—Cian Carmichael. But Cian is more than he seems to be, and despite the dangers inherent in becoming involved with him, Mael finds he is unable to resist.

Cian Carmichael is an angel, sent to bring the rogue vampires under control. Acquiring a reputation as a vampire hunter, Cian becomes notorious in the city Mael rules. The last thing he expects is to fall in love with the prince of the London vampires.

Can these two deal with their growing attachment and save London from the threat it faces?

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EXCERPT:

Wales, 2005

The sun fell behind snow-capped mountains, setting the countryside ablaze and turning the grass dark gold. A brisk autumn breeze blew across the moor and whistled through the thin arrowloop windows of the tower. Inside the circular stone fortress, Cian Carmichael stood quietly, watching the remnants of the sunlight fade away. Only when the land beyond had dropped into darkness did he turn back to the quiet emptiness of his home. It was a solitude he held onto desperately.

Herbs hung from rafters, drying in the warmth provided by the fire in the hearth. He fingered a sprig of rosemary as he walked under it on the way to his bed. He knew he should be working, but, lately, his mind had been filled with premonitions that were unsettling at best. He stretched out on his bed and closed his eyes. Golden hair blanketed the rich blue silk of his pillows, creating a shimmering spider’s web.

There had been a time when his days had not been so worrisome, when he had walked among others and wasn’t recognized for what he was. Now he was feared, which suited him well when he wished to simply observe. A reputation was something he knew he could not avoid, and indeed, the one he had was proving to be rather interesting. He opened his eyes and stared up at the blue canopy over him. In the span of a single breath, an image formed, of himself and another man entwined in each other’s arms. The man’s dark hair blanketed them as they kissed. Cian shook his head, and the image disappeared. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen the image. Something told him it wouldn’t be the last.

He sighed and got out of bed. He had a job to do. It was why he was here to begin with. Daydreams couldn’t change that, despite how pleasant they seemed. He pulled his cloak from its hook on the wall and drew it around his shoulders. Then he circled his hand in the air before him and stepped through a portal of swirling, gray smoke.

When he stepped back out, he found himself in an alleyway. He looked around, taking care that no one saw him emerge. Most people in the ordinary world wouldn’t react well to seeing a man appear out of thin air. When he was sure he was alone, he started for the nearest bar. The bar was packed full of young people dancing and drinking, in varying states of undress. Cian paid them little mind as he made his way to the one empty table in the room. As soon as he sat down, a young woman came up to him.

“What can I getcha to drink?”