Sam
Crescent
A Wicked Tale
ARe Books
Genre: M/F, Vampires, Werewolves,
PNR
About
the Book:
What will they decide when the
two choices are the coward’s way out or certain death?
When Sandra looks into the eyes
of a killer, she believes her life is over. The Cure is chasing down wolves,
witches, warlocks, and anyone who threatens their control of the world.
Lucas has been watching Sandra
for a year. She’s his mate, even though he’s a vampire and she is a wolf. He
will do whatever it takes to protect her.
With no choice but to accept
Lucas as her mate, Sandra will do everything to fight The Cure that is
destroying them. Can a mated vampire and wolf save the day? Or are their days
of being mated numbered?
Available at ARe
Excerpt
Sandra King ran
through the forest terrified for her life. Her pack had just been ransacked by
a scourge of vampires. She’d witnessed the murder of so many, along with
several of her family.
I shouldn’t be
alive.
She had run
while listening to most of her pack being destroyed. They had been killed, but
who had been responsible for giving away their location? For as long as she
could remember, and even according to all the history books, wolves and
vampires had been at war with each other. She didn’t even know why, only that
she had to hate them. During her twenty-five years she’d never once met a
vampire, or even touched one.
Tonight, that
was all about to change. She kept on running, and when her lungs were about to
burst, she had no choice but to lean against the nearest tree trunk trying to
gather her senses.
Her heart was
pounding, and she couldn’t hear anything other than the howling of the wind.
This is what made vampires so deadly. They didn’t have a heartbeat, or a scent
to them, and this made them impossible to track.
Some romance
fiction talks of vampires and wolves having repulsive smells; it was a complete
lie. Vampires didn’t have anything. They were evil to the core, disgusting in
every single way. She’d just witnessed so many of them taking out her pack.
A twig snapped
in the distance, and Sandra turned toward the sound. Out of her whole pack
she’d always been the slowest. Where a lot of wolves had naturally slender
bodies, she didn’t. She’d always been plagued to be bigger than most of her
pack. Her own mother had put her on a diet to try and get her to slim down so
she could attract the right kind of man.
There was no man
for her, though. All of the guys had placed her in the friend column, or they
had not cared for her. One day she hoped to find a man who would love her for
her, and to start a family with him. She loved kids, and one day she would love
to have many children call her mother, and love them.
Staring up at
the sky, Sandra closed her eyes in the hope that whoever was out there didn’t
find her.
When she opened
her eyes again, she knew it was the biggest mistake she’d ever make. She’d let
her guard down, and now she was staring into the scariest eyes she’d ever seen.
His eyes were black, and reminded her a little of a shark just before it struck
its prey. Her heart pounded and for several seconds neither of them did
anything.
Suddenly, he
closed his eyes, and when she looked at him again his black eyes had changed to
brown, and he looked almost human. She opened her mouth about to scream, and he
sprung into action. He pressed his hand against her mouth, wrapping an arm
around her waist, and tugged her close so that her back was to him. At first, she
tried to fight but he was just too strong, keeping her locked into place.
“Don’t scream,
baby. You scream, they all come running, and I won’t be able to protect you.”
She was
confused. He was the one who was trying to kill her.
The man, whoever
he was, wrapped his entire body around her, placing his hand over her heart.
What the fuck was he doing?
“Be still, be
quiet, don’t make a sound,” he said, whispering the words against her ear.
Sandra couldn’t
believe the response he gained from her body. Heat spilled between her thighs,
and she had to fight her own need to reach out and touch him.
The vampire
behind her didn’t say anything. He didn’t respond even though he must have
scented her arousal to their closeness.
Couldn’t the
ground just open up and swallow her?
About
the Author:
Sam Crescent is a USA Today
Bestselling author who is passionate about romance. She resides in the UK, and
loves creating new exciting characters that take her on a journey she never
expected.
When she’s not panicking about a
story or arguing with a character, she can be found in her kitchen creating all
kinds of havoc.
For more information on other
books by Sam, visit her official website: www.SamCrescent.Wordpress.com
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