Blood on Silk: An Awakened By Blood Novel [NOOK Book]

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The debut of a seductive new contemporary series of vampires, lust, and revenge.

While in Romania researching historical superstitions, Scottish academic Elizabeth Silk comes upon the folk tale of Saloman, a seductive prince staked centuries ago, legend's most powerful vampire. Now, in the ruins of a castle crypt, Elizabeth discovers supernatural legends that have come alive. Her blood has awakened him. Her innocence has aroused him. But ...
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Overview

The debut of a seductive new contemporary series of vampires, lust, and revenge.

While in Romania researching historical superstitions, Scottish academic Elizabeth Silk comes upon the folk tale of Saloman, a seductive prince staked centuries ago, legend's most powerful vampire. Now, in the ruins of a castle crypt, Elizabeth discovers supernatural legends that have come alive. Her blood has awakened him. Her innocence has aroused him. But Elizabeth unleashes more than Saloman's hunger, and it's going to unite them in ways neither could have imagined.


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"Sensual and thrilling, a wonderful combination of vampire myths old and new. You cannot miss this novel!"
-Michele Bardsley, national bestselling author of the Broken Heart series
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781101459959
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 9/7/2010
  • Series: Awakened By Blood , #1
  • Sold by: Penguin Group
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 223,659
  • File size: 393 KB

Meet the Author

Marire Treanor is delighted to be able to bring together her longstanding loves of vampire stories, romance, and gothic fantasy.

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Chapter One

Saloman. Again.

“I’m beginning to hate that guy,” Elizabeth muttered. “If he ever existed.”

She spoke in English, so her informant, Maria, an almost entirely toothless old lady in black, merely grinned without a clue as to what she’d said.

“Thank you,” Elizabeth said in Romanian, switching off the tape recorder on the table between them. “You’ve been very helpful.” As she rose to her feet, Maria grinned again, adding to Elizabeth’s suspicion that she’d just been fed a farrago of nonsense. It was as much for the locals’ amusement as for her own—one of the challenges of her research was to pick out the “genuine” myths from the made-up ones, and it wasn’t always easy.

The villagers who’d gathered curiously in the garden during the interview now fell back as Elizabeth stashed the recorder in her bag and turned to go.

“Thank you for the coffee,” she added to the younger woman who’d brought it, and this time Maria’s smile was genuine.

Elizabeth slung her bag over her shoulder and made her way along the shaded path toward the rickety garden gate. She’d get no further useful material here. The villagers would just vie with one another now to impress her—or fool her. It wasn’t always clear which.

But although some of them stayed to chat with the old lady and her daughter, others walked toward the gate with her, as if eager to impart more nonsense. Elizabeth avoided eye contact, knowing she could be here for hours if she didn’t. And she was tired. It had been a long day, and despite the weeks she’d spent here in the summer heat, she still found it grueling. She’d never imagined she’d miss the cold and rain of a Scottish summer.

She liked this charming garden, though, full of fruit trees and vegetables as well as large, brightly colored roses, and most of all, the maze of paths lined with vines that had been trained to form an almost-impenetrable roof. The shadowed tangled-lattice effect in the sunlight was pretty and, more importantly, cool.

“Miss Silk? What makes you think the vampire Saloman didn’t exist?”

Damn. She’d met the speaker’s gaze before she realized it, drawn by sheer surprise because he spoke in excellent English. The other locals, as though accepting his victory, fell back and dispersed by other routes.

Elizabeth said, “Besides the word ‘vampire,’ you mean?”

The man smiled. She’d noticed him before, while she talked to old Maria, watching her a little too closely for comfort. Although she didn’t doubt her ability to get rid of him—eventually—her internal alarm bell gave a warning tinkle. Perhaps around forty years old, he wore the traditional garb of most of the older villagers—long white shirt, belted in the middle, and dark trousers—and his dark, steady eyes were of the same nut-brown color as his sun-drenched skin. Only the mass of deeply etched lines around his eyes spoke of greater age, but then the sun did that to people.

“You want to hear about vampires, the villagers will tell you,” he explained. “They always do.”

She allowed herself a rueful smile. “I’m not the first to ask these questions around here, am I?”

“No. We’ve had people writing books, people making films, people who want to meet vampires, people who want to be vampires—”

“I’m a little more serious than that,” Elizabeth interrupted. Her car was in sight, and she wanted nothing more than a cool bath and some dinner in her own room before a good night’s sleep.

“Ah yes. You’re writing your doctoral thesis.” He held the gate open for her, and she cast him a quick glance as she passed, checking for any signs of mockery. The shading vines cast an intricate pattern of shadows across his face—an interesting, intelligent face, but not a comforting one. Something about him—something both attracting and repelling—bothered her. But then she’d had that reaction to men before. Excessive interest might be flattering, but she didn’t trust it.

“I heard you tell Maria,” he added, obviously misunderstanding her suspicion. “What exactly are you writing about?”

She smiled and nodded a definite farewell as she passed through the gate. “Vampires, of course.” Once she was away from the sheltering vines, the sun hit her like a wave.

He called after her. “So what’s your problem with Saloman?”

Well, she could bore him with that till he shoved off. Then she could drive away, venting her frustration inside the car. She halted and frowned back over her shoulder. “That he keeps cropping up in too many eras,” she all but snapped. “I have recorded stories of at least one Solomon before Christianity, several Salomans between the eleventh and the eighteenth centuries, and one Sal at the beginning of the twentieth. Oh, and Maria’s Saloman in the nineteenth.” She snorted. “And everyone claims they’re the same man!”

“He’s a vampire,” her companion said reasonably. “He can exist for centuries.”

Elizabeth cast him a withering stare and in spite of herself walked back to him, while digging in her bag for the car keys. “I’m writing a doctoral thesis, not a fairy tale. My interest is in the social conditions that inspired and fed the vampire superstitions, not in the gory details.”

“And what were they?” the man inquired.

“What?” Distracted, Elizabeth fumbled the keys, dropping them into the tardis-like recesses of her bag. She rummaged for them again.

“The social conditions,” he said patiently.

Retrieving the keys, Elizabeth came up for air. She sighed. “Are you really interested in this?”

“Of course.”

She shrugged. “My theory is that accusations of vampirism resemble accusations of witchcraft in western Europe, in so far as they were made against people who presented some kind of threat to their communities—either economic threats, like the single, unsupported women who made up the bulk of so-called witches, or more physical ones. I believe accusations of vampirism were made after death to justify killings that would otherwise have been unlawful. There may be elements of guilt and other factors in there, too, but in basic terms, that’s what vampire legends come down to—people who threatened villages by stealing, pillaging, excessive taxation, military levies. . . .” She broke off. “Well, you get the idea. Anyway, generally it works. Most of the individual cases I’ve found support my theory. I can trace many such characters to legal documents and recordings of their deaths. But Saloman . . .”

She rattled the car keys against her palm in annoyance. “Saloman keeps cropping up, always as a vampire, and I can find no reason for the same personality to be inflicted on so many cases in so many different eras. Sometimes he’s a hero, saving children from Turkish janissary recruiters, single-handedly repelling invaders or bandits; other times he’s a villain destroying entire villages or tormenting individuals who’ve crossed him. But I can’t find the remotest trace in folk memory, let alone in documentation, of his birth, or anything that might corroborate this death. . . .”

“Oh, he died.”

Elizabeth blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

“Saloman. He died. By a stake through the heart in 1697 to be precise, so I’m afraid Maria’s nineteenth-century story was nonsense.” He smiled. He had an engaging smile. “I’m sorry you wasted your time.”

“Oh, I didn’t,” Elizabeth assured him. “I knew she was spinning me a yarn to keep me happy and entertain her friends.”

It was his turn to blink in surprise, so she took pity on him. “What I find really interesting is that she picked that name. She could have called him Max or John or Count bloody Dracula, but she didn’t. She called him Saloman. Why? I hate the bastard because he doesn’t fit into my theory and somehow I have to find out how to make him, or change my theory. But he is fascinating.”

On impulse, she held out her hand. “Sorry. It’s been good talking to you. Good-bye.”

He took her hand with a shy smile. At least it looked shy in the shadows of the vines around the gateway. He might just have been baffled by her tirade. Despite the heat, his hand was cool and dry, its nails unexpectedly long and cared for.

“And to you. My name is Dmitriu. And if you like, I’ll show you where to find Saloman’s remains.”

***

The village Dmitriu had shown her on the map wasn’t far, although the roads were dreadful. Grasping the steering wheel tighter to control the beaten-up old car as it bumped over a major pothole, she felt something sting her right palm.

As soon as she could, she took her right hand off the wheel, almost expecting to find a squashed bee, but there was nothing except a welling pinprick of blood. Frowning, with one eye still on the atrocious road through the mountains, she brought her hand to her mouth and licked the wound.

“Ouch,” she muttered. Something was stuck in there. She waited until reaching a relatively smooth piece of road, then laid both hands together on the wheel and tried to pick it out. It pulled free with a pain sharp enough to make her wince. A thorn—a large rose thorn. She must have picked it up at Maria’s without noticing until she’d driven it farther into her hand by gripping the wheel so hard. Blood oozed from it sluggishly.

“All I need,” she muttered, licking it again before deciding to ignore the sharp pain. A thorn would hardly kill her, and she wanted to press on. Although the sun was going down, she couldn’t resist the opportunity of at last finding some sort of context for the wretched Saloman character. Dmitriu’s unexpected information had given her a new lease on life, banishing the lethargy she’d felt at Maria’s. Besides, this was it, Sighesciu. . . .

It wasn’t the prettiest village in these mountains. Despite the unspoiled natural scenery that surrounded it, Sighesciu itself looked run-down and poor. Leaning forward to peer farther up the hill, Elizabeth glimpsed a bulldozer and a mechanical digger. There were no signs of the ruined castle Dmitriu had spoken of, though. Taking the turn that appeared to lead up the hill toward the bulldozer, she let her mind linger on the enigmatic Dmitriu.

She’d been relieved that he hadn’t suggested coming with her, had just sent her to the car for her map while he sat in the shade of Maria’s vines to wait. There, he’d shown her the village and the hill and said that although he couldn’t come right now, he might wander up there later to see how she got on.

Elizabeth wasn’t quite sure how she felt about seeing him again. He was an intriguing character, apparently well educated despite his “peasant” style of dressing. She realized she’d no idea what he did for a living, although he clearly wasn’t a farmer with his manicured hands. Insatiably curious, she wanted to know more about him—so long as it was all kept as platonic as this afternoon.

Her lips twisted into a smile, and she laughed at herself. She was still harboring unrequited feelings for Richard, her PhD supervisor, who found her no more than an amusing curiosity.; In any case, Elizabeth was smart enough to understand that half the attraction of Richard was his unattainability, if there was such a word.

As she drew up to the top of the hill, she saw that the workmen were finishing for the day. Several cast her curious glances as they took off their hard hats and meandered past her battered old car. She’d bought it very cheaply in Budapest, but though it didn’t look like much, it had gotten her safely around many inaccessible and isolated villages in both Hungary and Romania, and she was growing almost fond of it.

Emerging into the gathering dusk, she wondered if she’d left it too late after all. She wouldn’t be able to see so much if she had only torchlight to work by. She might have to come back in the morning anyway. As it was, she had a bit of a drive ahead of her to the hotel at Bistriţa.

Casting that difficulty to one side, she looked around for someone to talk to. One man among those streaming back down the hill detached himself and called in Romanian, “Madam? Can I help you?”

“Thanks, I hope so! I was told there was a castle here?”

The man took off his hard hat and gestured around him. Elizabeth took in the piles of stone and rubble scattered across the site.

“Ah.”

“We leveled all that was left today, but there was nothing much to see anyway. Tomorrow, we’ll take away all the debris so that we can begin building. Perhaps you’ve already reserved a house?”

“Oh no. I don’t live here. I’m just visiting.”

The man laughed at that, as though the very idea of anyone looking like her—a pale-skinned northerner with untidy, strawberry blond hair, rather worn, old cropped jeans, a cheap sleeveless top, and a cotton hat dangling down her back from a string around her neck—could possibly be Romanian.

“These are holiday homes,” he explained, “for foreigners who like our country.”

“It’s very beautiful country,” Elizabeth said with genuine appreciation. It was on the tip of her tongue to add that she couldn’t afford luxury housing for foreigners, when it occurred to her that he might look on her request with more favor if he thought her a potential customer. After all, he appeared to be some kind of foreman or even manager.

She tried a smile and hoped it didn’t look too guilty. “Would you mind if I stayed for a few minutes and looked around? Just to get a feel for the place and admire the views?”

He shrugged. “You’re welcome. There are no gates to lock. Take as long as you like. Just be careful. We still have some old foundations to fill in, and some of them are pretty deep.”

“I’ll be careful,” she assured him. “Thanks.”

She made to pass on, but with obvious concern, he asked, “Are you hurt?”

She blinked, following his frowning gaze to the hem of her top, which now boasted a bright red, shapeless bloodstain. There was another smear across the leg of her jeans where she’d wiped her bleeding palm.

“Oh no, it was just a rose thorn. I bleed easily, but it’ll stop in a minute.”

Satisfied, the man walked on, and Elizabeth began to pick her way over the rubble. Dmitriu had claimed there was a chapel here, and beneath it, a crypt. But neither was obvious at first glance.

Elizabeth rummaged in her bag for her flashlight, careful to hold it in her uninjured left hand, and shone the beam into the debris, looking for any carvings in the fallen stone, any lettering that might give her a clue. But if there had ever been anything, it had been obliterated by time and bulldozers.

She shivered, as if someone walked over her grave—instead of the other way around. But she couldn’t quite laugh at herself. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up like hackles, and she spun around to see who was watching her.

No one. She was alone on the derelict site. Even the departing workmen had been more interested in their supper than in her.

What’s the matter with you, Silk? she jeered at herself. Vampires getting to you at last?

Of course not. It was just that the sun seemed to set so quickly here, and this place did have an intriguing atmosphere. She liked atmospheres and had learned by experience that they could be useful guides. She preferred hard evidence, of course, but when that was lacking, sometimes you found something just by going with a hunch, a feeling.

Other times, you found nothing at all—like now.

Giving up, she spun around to head back to the car. Her foot slipped, and she flung out her right hand to save herself from falling. She winced as stones pressed into the thorn hole in her palm, and when she dragged herself upright, the flashlight flickered crazily across the tiny smears of blood on the stones. As another drip appeared, she brushed the dirt off her hand and thrust her palm at her mouth before following the beam of the flashlight to its end—a gap in the ground into which gravel and more rubble were already falling. That must have been where her foot slipped.

Elizabeth crouched down beside it, away from the bulk of the falling ground, and shone her beam into the widening gap.

It was a room, like a crypt.

Excitement soared, drowning the last of her silly anxieties. She could make out rough carvings on the walls, perhaps angel figures. . . .

Elizabeth reached out with care and gave the rubble an encouraging push before leaping back to admire the effects. A little irresponsible, perhaps, but how else was she supposed to get in? She doubted her little avalanche was capable of damaging anything.

When the ground stilled, she edged forward. All seemed secure on this side of the wide hole. She knelt, trying to gauge the distance to the ground of the crypt. She was sure it was a crypt. It smelled musty and damp. If she was fanciful, she’d say it smelled of death, although any human remains would surely be long past the rotting stage. Maybe there were rats—not a nice thought. But she caught no scurrying creatures in the light of her torch, and she thought she could lower herself down there without difficulty—“dreep,” in the language of her childhood.

First, she rolled a fair-sized boulder to the gap and let it fall in. She might need it later to stand on to get herself out. Then, positioning herself, she gripped the side of the hole and let her feet slide through until she dangled full length. She let go and jumped the last foot or so to the ground.

It was an easy landing. Triumphant, she dragged the flashlight back out of her bag and shone it around the room. They were angels on the walls, worn with age but still remarkably fine for an out-of-the-way place like this. It made sense, she supposed. If this Saloman was important enough to have inspired so many legends, even after he’d been staked as a vampire, he would have been a rich, even a princely man.

The trouble was, there seemed to be no tomb—no markings on the wall to denote he was buried behind them, no tomb on the floor. There were just angels carved into the wall, and broken stone steps that had once led up to the gap she’d almost fallen down, where the chapel used to be. It was exactly as Dmitriu had described.

Except for the lack of a body, or any kind of inscription.

Bugger. He must have made it up too, just as Maria had done. He couldn’t have known about this hidden room—it had obviously been sealed for centuries, and there was no evidence whatsoever that a chapel had ever stood above it.

So Saloman´s origins remained elusive. But at least the angels were pretty.

Elizabeth laid down her bag, pulled her camera out of it, and propped up the flashlight on the bag to shine upward. Walking around the room, she photographed each angel in turn, changing the direction of the light as necessary. In the final corner, she stubbed her toe on something—rubble, she imagined, although her impatient glance could pick out nothing large enough. Ignoring it, she aimed the camera at the large angel above her head.

A shiver ran all the way up her spine to her neck, jerking the camera in her hand. She steadied it, irritated when a drop of blood from her hand distracted her.

“Whoever bled to death from a rose thorn?” she demanded, wiping her hand on her thigh again. Finally, she raised the camera and took the picture. And when she stepped back, she saw the sarcophagus right in front of her.

She blinked. “How the . . .? ” Perhaps her eyes had just gotten used to the particularly dark corner, but was the light really so poor that she’d missed that? Or her observation so erratic? She must be bloody tired.

Grabbing up the flashlight, she shone it full on the stone sarcophagus. It was the size of a large man, its lid carved with a human figure in sharp relief, almost as if the corpse lay there looking at her.

As beautifully carved as the angels, it was a wonderful, detailed piece of art in its own right. She shone the torch from its booted legs upward over the long, open cloak, which revealed an ornate but empty sword belt. The emptiness might have been explained by the broken sword protruding from his stone chest; Gory, yet tastefully done. So this must explain the vampire legends.

She’d need an expert to date the carvings, of course, but late seventeenth century seemed about right. That meant she’d have to look for differences between the legends before and after Dmitriu’s date of 1697. There were a lot of those for so young a man. She’d also need to reanalyze those stories set before his likely birth date, perhaps around 1670.

In fact, she needed to speak to Dmitriu again and soon. She’d never expected to find anything as beautiful as this. . . .

She took one hasty snap before dropping the camera back into her bag. Fascinated, she gazed down at the likeness of the man she now believed to be the legendary Saloman. The still, stone face appeared surprisingly youthful. With no martial beard or ridiculous mustache like Vlad the Impaler’s, it was just a young, handsome countenance with deep-set, open eyes.

Why weren’t his eyes closed? The irises and pupils of each were well delineated; they might even have been colored under the centuries of dust. Christ, he even had eyelashes, long and thick enough to be envied by most women.

But there was nothing else remotely feminine about this face. Its nose was long, slightly hooked, giving an impression of arrogance and predatory inclinations. On either side were cheekbones to die for, high and hollowed, and beneath, a pair of perfect, sculpted lips, full enough to speak of sensuality, firm enough to denote power and determination, and a strong, pointed chin. Long, thick hair lay in stone waves about his cloaked shoulders, and again Elizabeth could almost imagine that the dust covered black paint.

The sculptor seemed to have imbued a lot of character into that dead, stone face, as if he’d known him well and liked him; yet he’d also captured a look of ruthlessness, an uncomfortable hardness that sat oddly with the faint, dust-caked lines of humor around his eyes and mouth. Well, he wasn’t the first or the last bastard to have a sense of humor.

And besides, if he was a likeable man and the true hero of some of the legends she’d listened to, why had he been killed in such a way? Where had the stories of atrocity come from? His enemies? He was a mirror of Vlad the Impaler perhaps, except no one before Bram Stoker had made Dracula a vampire. The Saloman vampire stories were far older, and they came from natives.

There was a splash of discoloration beside his mouth. Frowning, she reached out and touched it. Wet—it was a drop of her blood.

“Oops.”

But the carved face was so beautiful that she let her fingers linger, brushing against the cold, dusty, stone lips. Another drop of blood landed there, and she tried to scrub it off with her thumb. All that achieved was another drip and rather grotesquely red lips on the carving, so she yanked her guilty hand back and began to examine the rest of the sarcophagus.

It sat on a solid stone table, but it wasn’t just the lid, it was the whole sarcophagus, that was carved into the shape of a man, and she could find no hinges in the smooth stone. Perhaps the body was in the table underneath? Unless there were hinges or some kind of crack on the other side.

Leaning over the sarcophagus, she ran her fingers along its far side, but she felt only the detailed outlines of muscled arm and hip and thigh, so lovingly carved that just stroking them seemed intimate. She stretched farther so that her hair and jaw brushed against the cold stone of his face, and she felt along the table instead. It too appeared to be one solid piece of stone. So where the hell was the body?

Movement stirred her hair, almost like a lover’s breath on her skin. Startled, she jerked up her head, but before she could leap away, or even see what was happening, something sharp pierced her neck and clamped down hard.

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  • Posted April 2, 2011

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    Totally Freaking Awesome

    When it comes to any book, I am an extremely picky person. I usually start a book, but then sometimes not even half way through it, I'm searching for another one to read. This one I could not even put down. Some people said the book was slow and that Soloman's character wasn't thought out, well I disagree. I love the way the characters interacted and the dynamic between them, along with the dark tone that most vampire novels take on and the mythology and history that was weaved into it. I would suggest this one to anyone who truly wants to be lost in a book.

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  • Posted May 9, 2011

    Blech!

    This book had so much potential, but never delivers. I could not connect to the characters at all. They were one dimensional and just boring. Too many things were said that made absolutely no sense in context to what was going on at the time. Big waste of $9.99...should have just flushed it down the toilet & saved myself the time wasted reading this book.

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  • Posted February 16, 2013

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    Elizabeth, a captive of academia, is a no-nonsense woman whose t

    Elizabeth, a captive of academia, is a no-nonsense woman whose trip to Romania is solely for the completion of her thesis. Elizabeth is wickedly smart—sometimes too smart for her own good—but it is the solid head on her shoulders that has gotten her so far in life. And yet, devastatingly, it is Elizabeth, whom, in the first of Marie Treanor's thrilling Awakened by Blood series, accidentally but fatefully brings Saloman, the last of the Ancient vampires, back from his grave. And this is when her safe, sensible life goes perfectly, disastrously awry.

    There are so many things about this book that I love—I'm not even sure where to start! The plot is gripping and fast-paced, and the history of vampires in its wake, fascinating. The premise involving Elizabeth's attraction to Saloman is tragic, but absolutely absorbing. As Saloman's Awakener, especially as an Awakener who is a descendent of one of Saloman's original slayers three-hundred years previously, Elizabeth is a powerhouse waiting to be bitten, and yet, an initial spark of attraction—a desperate plea for affection—prevents him from killing her. Lust-crazed, he may be—in his past life, he always got what he wanted: sex and blood—but there's just something about her that keeps him from delaying the prophesied. 

    The dynamic between Saloman and Elizabeth is charming, witty, and absolutely smoldering! In their first catastrophic encounter, Elizabeth escapes from his clutches by sweet-talking him, and even making him laugh. But after that, it's no longer fun and games; it's power, sweet, succulent power... but in the end, it's desire that consumes them both.

    Saloman's quest to take revenge against Zoltán, the evil vampire who has been in rule during his rest, is severely hindered by the distraction that is the naïve and beautiful Elizabeth Silk. During his unpeaceful rest, Saloman had no choice but to be patient, to be dead with his eyes open, but even he knows now it is time for vengeance. Yet the startlingly tender Elizabeth—the surprisingly hilarious and clever girl who's smart in all areas, except for those of herself—prevents him from leading a direct path to Zoltán. To me, this was the typical forbidden love story, nothing original, but I loved it nonetheless. What I didn't really favor was how vampires seem really idealized: all of them are attractive, all of the powerful ones have the same clichéd paranormal powers (telepathy, inhuman speed, etc.), which is a bit annoying. But if that's what it takes to create a character like Saloman, a girl can dream, right? LOL.

    The fine lines between love and hate, good and evil, and loyalty and betrayal are crossed, then crossed back in Blood on Silk, and the ride itself will leave you squirming in arousal and panting for breath. Treanor's eloquent, sensual writing style definitely enhances the story. This book was hard to put down and definitely hard to let go of.

    As for characters, Treanor does a splendid job fleshing them out really well, both primary and supporting. Elizabeth is extremely relatable, in that she's a quiet sort of beauty, who is still insecure in identity and desire. She is contradictory in herself: lonely but self-sufficient, innocent but cynical, solemn but witty, fearful but unexpectedly bold, reserved but entirely passionate. She's torn between the well-researched, highly driven vampire hunters who only want to help her, and the beckoning of true desire and obscured evil; I think any reader will be able to sympathize with her frustratingly mixed feelings. Having brought Saloman back to "life" (because he's still technically dead... or undead), she has the self-determined obligation to save humanity and put him back to rest, but her unbearable attraction to him tampers with her emotions and he in parallel, prevents her from fulfilling her duties as well.

    Saloman, on the other hand, is the exact opposite: sexually experienced, mysterious, and quite shady, but an enchantingly complex and deep character. Not much is revealed to readers about him, aside from what he tells Elizabeth, but he's the most powerful vampire in the world—who are we readers to trust him? I obviously swooned over him... he's such a perfect evil hero! Marie Treanor cunningly and delicately shapes a lovable, devastating vampire, one who's more human than we think. His struggle and greed for power fuels his passion, evil, and destruction, which I think is perfectly portrayed. Saloman is all of alluring, magnetic, and dangerous, and throughout the book, is someone Elizabeth gets to know by heart, but then again, not really much at all. I'm looking forward to discovering more of him in the next book, Blood Sin (review to come!).

    Both Elizabeth and Saloman fall for the monster in each other—he, for the enemy and she, for the evil—and in between the throes of passion, both will commit the ultimate act of surrender out of lust. But the question is raised: is it really only lust?

    From both characters' perspectives, the shame, humiliation, and lingering insecurity of being in love with someone who may have ulterior motives is so true to life. The torture of Saloman's ever-presence that remains in Elizabeth's mind causes her to behave recklessly, and drives her into an emotional mess... but no one ever said love would be easy. And so readers recognize, love in Saloman was something she did not expect, but to be fair, love in Elizabeth was not Saloman expected, either.

    The unworldly and rather reclusive Elizabeth helplessly opens her heart up to Saloman, and he, even more tragically, does the same to her. Treanor magically and precariously sheds light upon the importance of living in the moment, in the name of love, while weaving a heart-pounding, steamy love story about two lost individuals who find each other even under the most extenuating of circumstances. 

    Pros:
    Saloman is a perfectly evil, dangerous, provocative, swoon-worthy, marvelous character // Elizabeth is extremely relatable and likable // Witty, sexy banter // Explosive love scenes // Awesome secondary characters that are also well-developed // Forbidden love is heart-wrenching and equally hot // Plot is well-formed, with many facets explored and still unrevealed // Stylistically smooth

    Cons:
    Elizabeth reacts lustily every time Saloman remotely comes near her and Saloman has an erection every time she comes remotely near him // Vampires are way too glamorized

    Love:
    "You really are a bit of a bastard, aren't you, Saloman?"
    "Oh no. I'm a complete and utter bastard. One can perfect these things over the millennia."

    Verdict:
    The pages of Blood on Silk are absolutely scorching hot. From the chemistry between the main characters, to the heartbreaking storyline involving a star-crossed encounter and fate, this modern vampire tale combines the mystique of the world's oldest paranormals, with the enamoring backdrop of Scotland, and it's one you don't want to miss. The characterization is strong, the sex hot, and the love powerful in Marie Treanor's Awakened by Blood debut. False hopes, unconquerable desires, and the repercussions of unspoken longings convey a powerful message in Blood on Silk: that when it comes to love, sometimes doing the right thing, isn't always the best thing 

    9 hearts: Loved it! This book has a spot on my favorites shelf 

    Source: Complimentary copy provided by publisher, via Bewitching Book Tours, in exchange for an honest and unbiased review (thank you both!)

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  • Posted May 9, 2012

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    Great Chemistry

    Blood on Silk
    (Awakened by Blood, Book #1)
    by Marie Treanor

    Genre: Paranormal Romance | Fantasy

    Scottish academic Elizabeth Silk is spending the summer in Romania researching historical superstitions for her PhD. While she is tracing local foktales, one subject in particular sparks her imagination. His name is Saloman, legend's most powerful vampire, a seductive prince staked centuries ago. Now, in the ruins of a castle crypt, Elizabeth discovers the legends are real. Her blood has awakened him. Her innocence has aroused him. But Elizabeth unleashes more than Saloman's hunger.

    An army of vampire hunters has amassed to send Saloman back to hell. Sworn to help - yet fearing Saloman's deadly blood lust - Elizabeth seeks to entrap him, offering her body as bait. But something stronger than dread, more powerful than revenge, is uniting Elizabeth to her prey. Caught between desire and rage, Elizabeth must decide where her loyalties lie...and what the limits are to a yearning she can no longer control.

    Elizabeth is finishing up research in Budapest when she gets a tip about a historic castle tale that would be a great contribution for the historic superstition thesis she is working on for her doctorate. Upon her visit, she discovers a secret tomb and accidentally awakens that last ancient vampire. While vampire rules decree that Elizabeth's blood upon death will fully strengthen the ancient Soloman back to full power, she becomes equally frightened and tempted by his mocking and lustful ways. Thus, as the two wickedly banter back and forth, Elizabeth pursues other options in hope to remain alive and joins a local vampire hunter organizations to learn techniques in taking down the undead. Yet, while the vampire world around them is all abuzz with the new arisen ancient and as her feelings for Soloman grow deeper as well as her mental bond with him develops new shocking abilities for herself, Elizabeth must decide just which side she should choose.

    I had delayed reading this series for awhile now and am kicking myself for it, since it was a wonderfully enjoyable book that I should have read long ago. I quickly bonded with Elizabeth and relished in the fact that she was a strong, likeable female lead by solely being studious and brave without coming off as overly cocky or too fragile. On the flip side, Soloman was very charismatic and amusing and their interactions together really complemented each other and created an easily believable love-hate relationship that kept me, as a reader, turning the pages late into the night. The silly mockery between Soloman and Elizabeth really kept the story alive for me and seeing that relationship evolve throughout the story while each were being torn away due to being different added much spark to the tale and had me jumping right into book #2 of the series as soon as I finished. So, if you're wanting a juicy paranormal romance with a bit of a comedic twist, you won't miss out with Blood on Silk.

    Likes: As a cultural/superstition history buff, I was easily fascinated by Elizabeth's work.

    Dislikes: I wasn't really a fan of the vampire hunters, but can understand how their presence in Elizabeth's life added much tension to the story due to the fact that she had to keep her attraction to Soloman secret.

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  • Posted May 9, 2012

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    Blood on Silk
    (Awakened by Blood, Book #1)
    by Marie Treanor

    Genre: Paranormal Romance | Fantasy

    Scottish academic Elizabeth Silk is spending the summer in Romania researching historical superstitions for her PhD. While she is tracing local foktales, one subject in particular sparks her imagination. His name is Saloman, legend's most powerful vampire, a seductive prince staked centuries ago. Now, in the ruins of a castle crypt, Elizabeth discovers the legends are real. Her blood has awakened him. Her innocence has aroused him. But Elizabeth unleashes more than Saloman's hunger.

    An army of vampire hunters has amassed to send Saloman back to hell. Sworn to help - yet fearing Saloman's deadly blood lust - Elizabeth seeks to entrap him, offering her body as bait. But something stronger than dread, more powerful than revenge, is uniting Elizabeth to her prey. Caught between desire and rage, Elizabeth must decide where her loyalties lie...and what the limits are to a yearning she can no longer control.

    Elizabeth is finishing up research in Budapest when she gets a tip about a historic castle tale that would be a great contribution for the historic superstition thesis she is working on for her doctorate. Upon her visit, she discovers a secret tomb and accidentally awakens that last ancient vampire. While vampire rules decree that Elizabeth's blood upon death will fully strengthen the ancient Soloman back to full power, she becomes equally frightened and tempted by his mocking and lustful ways. Thus, as the two wickedly banter back and forth, Elizabeth pursues other options in hope to remain alive and joins a local vampire hunter organizations to learn techniques in taking down the undead. Yet, while the vampire world around them is all abuzz with the new arisen ancient and as her feelings for Soloman grow deeper as well as her mental bond with him develops new shocking abilities for herself, Elizabeth must decide just which side she should choose.

    I had delayed reading this series for awhile now and am kicking myself for it, since it was a wonderfully enjoyable book that I should have read long ago. I quickly bonded with Elizabeth and relished in the fact that she was a strong, likeable female lead by solely being studious and brave without coming off as overly cocky or too fragile. On the flip side, Soloman was very charismatic and amusing and their interactions together really complemented each other and created an easily believable love-hate relationship that kept me, as a reader, turning the pages late into the night. The silly mockery between Soloman and Elizabeth really kept the story alive for me and seeing that relationship evolve throughout the story while each were being torn away due to being different added much spark to the tale and had me jumping right into book #2 of the series as soon as I finished. So, if you're wanting a juicy paranormal romance with a bit of a comedic twist, you won't miss out with Blood on Silk.

    Likes: As a cultural/superstition history buff, I was easily fascinated by Elizabeth's work.

    Dislikes: I wasn't really a fan of the vampire hunters, but can understand how their presence in Elizabeth's life added much tension to the story due to the fact that she had to keep her attraction to Soloman secret.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 23, 2012

    Boring & banal.

    Didnt finish reading this book. One of the few books ever I couldnt find enough interest in to complete.

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  • Posted October 26, 2011

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    Bring on more Silk!

    Elizabeth Silk is a Scottish academic working on her thesis about the lore of vampirism and what conditions fostered the "myths." While in Romania, she is manipulated into awakening an ancient vampire, Saloman, who has been stilled in a crypt for over 300 years. The story takes off at this juncture as Saloman seeks to avenge those who caused him to be in repose and to reassume the power he once had. Elizabeth becomes a pawn for so many who have a stake in the matter. I fell in love with the story, Elizabeth and Saloman and had a hard time putting it aside. Elizabeth and Saloman have an unusual relationship to say the least and Treanor has crafted some of the most seductive writing I've come across in quite awhile. The interplay between them is written brilliantly and on point with the characters. The writing is really good, the pace is perfect, the characters are well defined and the leads are erotically sexy in a GOOD way:) The story is extremely interesting and unpredictable without being absurd. The vampire world is reminiscent of those of old so there are no gimmicks here, simply greed, jealousy, revenge and power struggles at play in a fascinating way.  It's great that this is a series because I want more. Ironically, Elizabeth is called the Awakener but you can assert that Saloman served the same role for her just in a different way. Only someone as guileless as Elizabeth  could have intrigued Saloman so completely.  Be forewarned...for fans of the Night Huntress series, this book has a scene in the Angel Club to rival Chapter 32. Enough said. I'm ready for the next book in the series.

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  • Posted October 11, 2011

    Sensual vampire novel

    Blood on Silk is the first book in the Awakened by Blood series. It starts off with Elizabeth doing research in Romania for her thesis. After accidentally awakening an ancient vampire, Elizabeth finds out how right - and wrong - superstitions can be. Elizabeth was never one to believe in such folklore, and she even tries to convince herself it wasn't real when she has this well-known vampire awaken right in front of her.

    Saloman wakes up 312 years after having a stake driven through his heart by those closest to him. He feels betrayed and is determined for revenge. Saloman is the last of the ancient, powerful vampires. However, when he awakens, he is weak. He needs to take the life of his Awakener, Elizabeth, in order for his full power to be restored. Unfortunately for him, he is drawn to her and struggles with ending her life.

    Elizabeth is quite drawn to Saloman as well. She knows that he intends to kill her, but she also knows that something is holding him back. She is pulled into the world of the vampire hunters and knows that Saloman must die before he kills her first, and takes over the world. It was very interesting to see 2 individuals who intend to kill each other, but can't seem to get away from the attraction they feel for one another. I also liked reading about Saloman seeing the world for the first time in centuries. A lot has changed since he last remembered, and that brings in a little humor to the story.

    This book is very well written. The author builds a very complex and interesting world. I found the book to be a bit slow-moving though. I would have enjoyed this more if there was a quicker pace to it, and a little less of descriptive paragraphs. Also, I didn't really enjoy the secondary characters - though I understand why they are there. The thing I liked most is the attraction between the two main characters. There are some really steamy sex scenes. They had more of a sensual feel to them rather than being pornographic, in my opinion. The author does an awesome job at making you feel their attraction. The book doesn't really end with a cliffhanger, but it's not exactly a happily-ever-after either. It definitely makes you want to read the next book in the series to see how Elizabeth and Saloman's relationship will play out.

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  • Posted September 20, 2011

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    Disappointing

    I bought this on a whim after seeing it on a display, and I sort of regret spending money on it. This book lacks depth in an extreme way. I feel like I started a book that was midway through a series, and I was expected to already be very familiar with all of the characters. Except this is the FIRST in a series. There was minimal character development, and the conflict wasn't very convincing. The sex scenes were probably the best part of the book...they were the only part I found even slightly engaging. I was expecting it to be a fluffy read, but there wasn't a whole lot of fluff. All in all, it fell flat, and I never really felt drawn into the book. If you really want to read this, I would suggest getting it from a library, because I doubt you'll be going back to read it ever again, and why bother having this take up space on your shelf?

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  • Posted September 24, 2010

    If you like Twilight you will love this.

    This book was absolutely awesome!!! I loved Salomon's character and can't wait for the next book in this series to come out. As a humongous Twilight fan I have been searching endlessly for some good reads that will keep me interested like Mrs. Meyers 4 novels did. This one is a definate keeper. The female character was also really intreaging. The only disapointment was that I wanted more and still do.

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  • Posted August 10, 2010

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    Fans will enjoy Marie Treanor's entertaining tale

    Elizabeth Silk researches the vampire mythos for her dissertation in the Romanian village of Dmitriu. Speaking Romanian with the locals, several mention a nearby castle ruin where they insist Saloman the vampire was staked. She visits the site and accidentally falls into a hidden crypt. Inadvertently Elizabeth opens up a sealed sarcophagus.

    The moment the lid falls off, Prince Saloman steps out from the sarcophagus prison that held him captive since he was staked three hundred years ago. Being an ancient vampire, Saloman is extremely powerful. He and his "savior" are bound by her rescuing him and their mutual desire as he craves her innocent blood and she yearns for his touch especially his teeth. However, she must decide if her attraction should tie them through the bond of blood or sacrifice her love to the encroaching vampire hunter horde coming to kill him.

    Although nothing new is added to the sub-genre, Blood on Silk is an entertaining vampire romance. Whereas Saloman is a typical; arrogant vampire right out of the casting, the key to the fine story line is Elizabeth who has readers wondering if she will be his eternal love or his Judas. Fans will enjoy Marie Treanor's entertaining tale

    Harriet Klausner

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