Desire the Nightby Amanda Ashley
A Vampire In Chains
Held captive in a basement prison, wrapped in silver chains, the vampire Gideon is too weak to fight the monster who enslaves him. For years, she's tapped his precious blood like a fountain of youthsustaining him with human females she captures for his pleasure. But with the latest victim she brings him, he senses something/b>… See more details below
A Vampire In Chains
Held captive in a basement prison, wrapped in silver chains, the vampire Gideon is too weak to fight the monster who enslaves him. For years, she's tapped his precious blood like a fountain of youthsustaining him with human females she captures for his pleasure. But with the latest victim she brings him, he senses something intriguingly different. Something dangerous, yet oh so tempting.
Kay Alissano is no ordinary woman. Every full moon, she must answer the call of the wildunleashing the wolf within. As daughter of the Shadow Pack's Alpha, Kay is extremely powerfuland when she's offered up to Gideon, she doesn't surrender easily. In wolf form, she might be able to unchain Gideon's heart and set them both freeif only he can resist the urge to consume her, body and soul, before the next full moon. . .
"Ashley is a master storyteller." Romantic Times
"A classic vampire tale of sensual, spine-tingling suspense." Christine Feehan on Desire After Dark
"A master of her craft." Maggie Shayne
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Desire The Night
By AMANDA ASHLEY
ZEBRA BOOKSCopyright © 2012 Madeline Baker
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Chapter OneGideon stirred, then awoke with an oath on his lips. Another day lost in oblivion, another night in hell. If he could have ended his own existence, he would gladly have done so long ago.
Sitting up, he cursed the witch who had captured him, the enchantment that had blinded him to her true identity, his insatiable lust for blood, the heavy silver chains that rendered him powerless.
He glanced at the dark-haired woman curled up on the floor beside him. Her breathing was shallow and erratic, her hair and clothing disheveled. How many women had he killed since this nightmare began? He tried to resist the siren call of their blood, but in the end, no matter how he tried to fight it, he always surrendered to the hunger that burned through him, relentless, impossible to ignore. He felt a twinge of regret for this, his latest victim. She was middle-aged, married with four children, and doomed to die by his hand.
He clenched his fists as remorse gnawed at him. Regret had become his constant companion, along with an intense hatred for the witch who kept him in captivity, who bled him and starved him to the point of death, until whatever scrap of humanity or mercy remained within him was erased by a hunger too excruciating to deny.
The woman stirred, her eyes growing wide with fear when she saw him staring down at her.
"No, please." She scooted away from him, but there was nowhere for her to go, nowhere to hide.
No escape for either of them.
Resting his head against the wall behind him, Gideon closed his eyes, his thoughts drifting back in time, back to the night he met Verah....
He had gone into the city in search of prey, but all thought of feeding had vanished when he entered a seedy nightclub and saw a woman dancing in the middle of a crowd of cheering men. She had been beautiful beyond compare, her movements as sinuous as silk as she dipped and swayed to the pulsing beat of the music. Like every other man in the place, Gideon had been caught in her spell, mesmerized by the veiled promise lurking in the depths of her sea-green eyes.
When she smiled at him, he was lost.
When she invited him to her house, he had no thought to refuse.
When he asked her name, she laughed softly, then took him by the hand and led him out of the tavern and down a narrow winding road that led to a large two-story house. Once inside, she locked the door with a flourish, then led him into her bedroom where she had indulged his every fantasy.
When he awoke the next night, he was in chains, the beautiful woman was gone, and an emaciated, gray-haired hag was collecting his blood in a jewel-encrusted gold cup. He had been imprisoned in this wretched cage ever since, held captive by strong silver chains that drained his strength and weakened his preternatural powers.
It hadn't taken him long to figure out what was going on. The woman who had beguiled him was a witch who had cloaked her ugliness in the guise of a young siren. She had been searching the world over for a vampire and Gideon had walked blindly into her trap. With his blood, Verah had regained her youth and beauty and now she sold his blood to anyone who could pay the price. Some paid in cash, some in gold, and some in humankind, hence the females that were brought to him from time to time.
Gideon glanced at the woman cowering beside him. When Verah had first brought her to him, she had been robust, her blue eyes bright, her fair skin luminous. Now, she was pale, her eyes sunken and shadowed with fear, her hair stringy and unkempt. The witch brought the woman water once a day, but no food. Why waste sustenance on one who was doomed?
Gideon swore softly. He didn't want to hurt the woman or deprive her children of their mother, but sooner or later the urge to feed would become uncontrollable, the pain of resisting excruciating. Even now, the frightened pounding of her heart stirred his instinct to hunt. The scent of her blood flowed warm and red in her veins, promising instant relief from the agony that engulfed him.
Sooner or later, he would have to feed, and when he did, he would take it all. Perhaps it would have been more merciful to have killed the woman the first night Verah had brought her to him instead of letting her linger, her dread growing as she waited for him to strike.
In an effort to resist the inevitable, he rested his head on his bent knees and closed his eyes. How long had he been imprisoned in this place? A year? Two? He had lost track of the time. There were no windows in the cellar, no way of knowing whether it was summer or winter. The floor beneath him was always cold.
He closed his mind to the woman sobbing beside him. Women. They had ever been the cause of his troubles, from the mother who had abandoned him when he was thirteen to the treacherous female who had stolen his mortal life and turned him into a monster.
Verah was simply another in a long line of women he had foolishly trusted. Morbidly, he considered the fact that she would most likely be the last.
A deep breath carried the scent of the poor doomed creature who shared his prison. She was destined to die, whether by his hand or Verah's.
He groaned softly as pain clawed at his vitals. He had spent the last five nights resisting the urge to feed on the woman. Each evening, the agony inside him burned hotter, brighter, like a fire that could not be quenched. His fangs ached, his veins were shriveling, starved for nourishment, for relief. Relief that lay curled up in a tight ball on the far side of the cell. He could feel her watching him surreptitiously, taste her fear as she waited for him to sink his fangs into her throat.
The hunger growling inside urged him to take her, to put an end to the physical torment that racked his body and the mental anguish that tormented the woman.
Muttering, "Forgive me," he dragged her into his embrace and put both of them out of their misery.
Chapter TwoKiya Alissano spoke softly to the frightened dog quivering on the examination table. The Rottweiler stilled immediately, its liquid brown eyes suddenly filled with trust instead of fear.
"I don't know how you do it, Kay," Wanda Sandusky said. "I tried to calm that monster down for ten minutes with no success. One word from you, and voilà! She's practically asleep."
"I guess I just have a way with animals," Kay said, scratching the dog's head. And it was true. From the time she had been a little girl, animals had trusted her—dogs, cats, birds, deer, squirrels, horses, even snakes. They never ran from her, never showed any fear which, all things considered, was pretty strange. It was a definite advantage in her job, though.
"A way? Girl, it's more like magic." Wanda glanced at her watch. "Since you don't need any help in here, I'm going to lunch. I told my mom I'd meet her over at the mall around noon if I could get away."
Kay nodded. Wanda wasn't only a co-worker, but her best friend. "Bring me back a Coke, will you?"
"Sure thing," Wanda called over her shoulder as she closed the door behind her.
Kay stared after her friend, wishing she and her mother shared the kind of relationship that Wanda and her mother had. Wanda went out to lunch with her mother every week or so. They went shopping together and texted back and forth and did a dozen other fun things. Of course, it wasn't Dorothy's fault that she and Kay didn't do fun things together. Her father rarely let her mother leave the compound. It still amazed Kay that he had agreed to let her go away for a year.
She looked up when Dr. Saltzman entered the examination room a few moments later. He was a tall, good-looking man with a plump, red-haired wife and six red-headed kids.
He shook his head when he saw the Rot lying quietly on the table.
"I see you've worked your Indian magic again," he said, pulling on a pair of gloves. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Kay continued stroking the dog's head, occasionally whispering to the animal in Lakota, while the vet performed his examination. The Rottweiler had been hit by a car and had been brought in bleeding from several cuts. One leg and several ribs were broken. The Rot had been reasonably calm until they carried it into the examination room and then it had bared its teeth, growling and snapping at anyone who came close until Kay entered the room.
"We'll need to sedate her to set that leg and bind up her ribs," the vet said, preparing a shot to anesthetize the dog. "Keep talking to her."
Kay nodded. "There, now," she murmured, still stroking the Rot's head. "Dr. Saltzman will have you fixed up in no time at all."
"So, what shall we do tonight?" Wanda asked as they left the office that evening. "Do you want to go to a movie?"
"Not tonight," Kay said. "I have something to do."
"A date?" Wanda asked, waggling her eyebrows.
"No, nothing like that. How was lunch with your mom?"
"Don't try to change the subject," Wanda admonished with a shake of her head. "It's that monthly thing, isn't it? You're planning to take tomorrow off, aren't you?" Wanda poked Kay lightly on the shoulder. "Sooner or later, I'm going to find out what you're up to."
"Believe me, I wish I could tell you," Kay confessed, digging her keys out of her handbag. "But I can't. I'll see you on Friday."
"All right, girlfriend."
Kay sighed as she unlocked the car and slid behind the wheel. She would love to tell Wanda why she had to take off one day a month, but it was never going to happen. She was bound by the law of the pack not to reveal their secrets, and the truth of what they were was the most tightly guarded secret of all. The penalty for disclosing it to humans was severe, and that applied to Kay, too. Being the daughter of the Shadow Pack's Alpha wouldn't grant her any special privileges or immunity if she violated pack laws.
As far as the wolves were concerned, there was only one law—the law of the pack—and they all seemed perfectly happy to obey it. Why wasn't she? Why couldn't she obey without question? Conform to pack hierarchy without a qualm? Be content to do as she was told and live within the pack boundaries? Why couldn't she be who her father wanted her to be? Was it so wrong to want to make her own decisions, decide where she wanted to live, who she wanted to marry?
At home, she broiled a chicken for dinner and washed it down with a glass of wine, hoping the chardonnay would calm her nerves. Too restless to sit still, she dusted and vacuumed, cleaned the oven, scrubbed the floor. And all the while, she could feel the wolf prowling inside her, waiting impatiently to get out.
In the morning, she called Dr. Saltzman and told him she needed the day off, then she ate a quick breakfast, packed an overnight bag, and drove to her favorite haunt in the sacred Paha Sapa, the Black Hills of South Dakota.
Ancient tribal elders Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse, and Red Cloud had walked these hills and valleys in days long gone. They had sought visions on the tops of the mountains, hunted the buffalo on the plains, defeated Custer in a battle still discussed by red man and white alike. Sitting Bull had called the tribes together in a last, desperate attempt to defeat the whites so they could keep the Hills and protect their way of life. She often wondered what life would have been like if the Indians had won their fight.
The Hills were a magical place, filled with beauty and mystery, a vast expanse of pine-covered mountains with trees that were so dark a green that they looked black from a distance. The perfect spot for her monthly retreat from the world.
Wrapped in a fluffy yellow towel, Kay stood in a lush valley deep in the heart of the Black Hills watching the moon rise. It called to her, causing her whole body to quiver in anticipation.
The transformation came in a flood of physical sensations— the realigning of bones and muscle, the change in temperature as a thick pelt sprouted from her skin, the sudden acuity in her senses, the feel of the earth beneath the sensitive pads of her feet.
Lifting her head, she howled at the moon. How often had she wished she could transform more than once a month, that she could experience the wonder and freedom of this moment whenever she desired? She had often dreamed of being an Alpha, like her father, able to transform at will, to have his unlimited power and authority, to give orders instead of having to take them. But there was no use in wishing for what could never be.
With a shake of her head, she broke into a ground-eating run, yipping with pleasure as she bounded effortlessly over rocks and brush. She reveled in the sense of invincibility that filled her as she raced along.
She hadn't gone far when a jackrabbit exploded from its cover.
With a short bark, the werewolf gave chase, reveling in the sting of the wind in her face, the myriad scents that assailed her nostrils from every side, the sheer joy of the hunt.
The unfortunate rabbit never had a chance.
Chapter ThreeVerah reclined upon a bed covered with soft furs, a large bowl of exotic fruit at her fingertips, while a pair of handsome male servants hovered nearby, waiting to do her bidding. Her familiar, Rama, stretched out beside her, purring softly.
Verah knew that some of her fellow witches thought her lifestyle a bit on the eccentric side because she preferred to wear long skirts and peasant blouses instead of more modern garb. When they commented on the way she dressed, or remarked that they thought some of her magic was primitive, she merely smiled and told them she had an old soul. Far older than any of them knew or suspected.
There were all kinds of witches, and many forms of magic—some witches were born with it, some learned the craft from another witch. In rare cases, the magical arts were bestowed on some lucky soul as a gift. There was earth magic and water magic, fire magic, and magic wrought by the wind. Verah had inherited her magic from her mother, but she had wanted more power, more knowledge, and so she had sought out the old Navajo shaman who had instructed her mother. Yanaba was respected and feared by his own people, though none dared call him a witch to his face.
Verah had often considered telling the old witch about the magical properties in Gideon's blood, but whenever she started to do so, some inner voice warned her that such knowledge should not be shared with anyone else. Verah smiled as she glanced at the two photographs standing side by side on the nightstand. One showed an old woman with stringy gray hair, wrinkled skin mottled with age spots, sunken eyes, and yellow teeth. The other was of a young woman with thick pale blond hair, porcelain-like skin without a spot or blemish, and bright green eyes—a beautiful woman in the prime of her life.
She gazed into the small gold-framed mirror standing on the nightstand on the opposite side of the bed, and the image of the beautiful young woman smiled back at her.
"Ah, Rama," Verah murmured, stroking the cat's head. "Hard to believe both photographs are of me, isn't it?"
Before Gideon, Verah had rarely left her house, too ashamed of her appearance to let anyone see her. Always vain about her looks, she had shunned her cronies when her beauty began to fade, had veiled her face or covered her ugliness beneath a magical spell on the few occasions when she'd had to leave the house.
She smiled as she thought of the handsome nightwalker imprisoned in her basement. She owed her restored well-being to him. His blood nourished her inside and out, gifting her with increased health and strength. And youth. She ran her fingertips over her cheek. The skin was soft and firm and baby smooth. Gone were the ugly wrinkles and discolorations of age, the hideous liver spots on her hands.
She had the vampire blood spell found in one of her mother's ancient grimoires to thank for her renewed youth. When Verah had first read the spell, she had dismissed it as nonsense. Surely something so quick and easy could not be effective. But as age had continued to take its toll on her youth and her beauty, as her body began to break down, she had gone in search of a vampire. No easy task, she mused, remembering how long it had taken her to find one. The fact that he was young and handsome had been a nice bonus.
Determined to put the age-old spell to the test, she had located the requisite golden chalice, filled it with the required amount of fresh vampire blood, and chanted the necessary words before drinking from the cup. The taste had been vile. Not knowing what to expect she had been amazed by the results, which had been immediate and undeniable.
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Ahhhh!!!!! What is wrong with writers? Huh? Why do they write such crap! It started out ok, and just never got any better from there. In fact it got worse there closer to the end. Warning I am about to spoil it and I'm sorry to those who don't like that but I like to know what I'm getting into before I start so I'm not wasting my money and I want to give others the same chance. The two main charater's fall in love way too fast and there is never anything that just draws you into the book to feel for the charaters. I felt nothing for them...no love, sadness, anger...nothing. I felt anger at the author! For letting, even for a second, the bad guys win. Especially when she write that the main female character sleep with her "husband" (not the main male characer but the man her father forced her to marry) It just makes me sick to read something like that. Now Im going to have to just pick another really good book up real fast to take the nasty taste this book left in my mouth. I have read other books done by this author but this one book soured me on anything else with her name on it. Dont waste ur money! If I could I wouldn't even give it a half star.
Did you have a deadline or something by the end of this book IWanted to stake both of them they were so stupid it wasnt even funny. I have enjoyed so many of your books but this one just mad me mad. What a waste of money,,,,,!,,,,!
Started off okay but dragged the last 100 pages! The story just went all over the place
Loved it !! Read it within a few hours since i couldnt even put it down !!
Reviewed by Crystal Book provided by the publisher for review Review originally posted at Romancing the Book Desire The Night was a book that I just couldn’t put down. Gideon is a vampire that is over three hundred and sixty years old, but that doesn’t stop him from being bested by an evil witch named Verah. She keeps him in her basement tied with silver chains and only gives him enough blood to keep him alive after finding a spell that required vampire blood. His blood allows her to stay young but she also starts selling his blood and sometimes she gets females for payment. That’s when Kay comes in the picture. She is at a club one night when a man drugs her drink and she passes out. She wakes up locked up with Gideon. Imagine their surprise when they find out what each other is. They both believed the other didn’t exist. They hatch up a plan that on the next full moon when Kay turns into her wolf they will escape. This book was so exciting. Just when I thought that everything was going to work out for Gideon and Kay – something happens. This story really kept me on my toes, always wondering what was going to happen next and I started to wonder if they would ever be together. I completely understood the relationship that Kay had with her father. Mine wasn’t an alpha werewolf, and I thank God for that. My dad always wanted sons instead of daughters and in the story Kay hopes that her father loves her more and wants her to be happy with the man she loves instead of having to put the pack first and marrying the guy her father thinks of as a son. To her dismay, her father puts the pack first. I understand how she feels. I could never do anything to satisfy my father either. So Gideon and Kay had their work cut out for them. Not only did they have to figure out how to make a relationship between a vampire and werewolf work but they have to deal with Verah, Victor, the guy Kay’s engaged to, and her father. Will they find a way to be together? This is a great paranormal love story that mainly deals with two people finding out how to be together. I enjoyed the way that the book was written. There wasn’t a feeling of anything being left out and it had a great ending to a beautiful story. Just when I thought that nothing was going to work out, I was pleasantly surprised.
The transitions need work, coming and going, back and firthvfrom locations, but good read.
This book drug on and on. Almost didnt read it until the end. Predictable, weak female character,non existent sex scenes and focused on un imporant details. Glad this was lended to me becaue I would want a refund.
4.5 Stars Reviewed by Guest Reviewer/Amanda & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog This book takes us on a roller coaster ride of action and emotion. It is fast paced and a delight to read. ~ Under the Covers This book takes off running from the very beginning. Amanda Ashley does not waste any time getting straight to the good stuff. I swear so much happens in this book it’s like two or three books in one. There are no really big epic battles but there is plenty of turmoil and strife to keep you entertained from beginning to end. Gideon and Kay find each other early on in the book and fall into their romance pretty quickly; however, it doesn’t feel like insta-love. These two go through a lot together in a short period of time which makes it feel like a true meaningful romance has occurred, if just a bit expedited due to both of their captures and then subsequently being hunted by different factions. I love how these two were together. Gideon was supportive of her and was willing to put himself in danger to make sure the Kiya would be ok. He always came to her rescue but also understood that there were just some decisions that she has to make for herself. Kiya was the same with Gideon; she was fiercely protective of him and valued his opinion. He is the most important thing in her world, so important that she is willing to disobey her Alpha who also is her father to be with him. This causes a great deal of trouble for both Kiya and Gideon. The witch that took Gideon will stop at nothing to get him back, including kidnap Kiya to force Gideon into her servitude again. Kiya is also “engaged to be engaged” by the jacka$$ son of the neighboring Pack. He was such a complete douche there is no way you wanted Kiya in his clutches. She is being forced into the marriage by her father, because he wants a solid alliance with that pack and he does not care what Kiya wants. Kiya’s father was such a good villain! I could not stand him; I wanted to kick him in the dingaling so many times. His forcing of Kiya into marriage causes a great deal of the strife in this book. As the witch is hunting Kiya so are her father and her future husband causing Gideon and Kiya to take some drastic measures. This book takes us on a roller coaster ride of action and emotion. It is fast paced and a delight to read. By the time I was halfway through the book, I couldn’t believe I was only half way through, so much had happened already and I couldn’t imagine what else we would be in store for. Ms. Ashley did not disappoint and plenty happened in the second half keeping the rollercoaster going. Even with all of the conflict going on we still got a solid romance out of Gideon and Kiya, which thrived throughout the book. I also really liked the ending, I thought it was appropriate and the right choice. *Review copy provided by publisher
Desire The Night is another great story from Amanda Ashley. This story draws you in from the beginning. Gideon Marquet is a vampire that has been captured for the soul purpose of providing blood. The unscrupulous witch Vera is using Gideon’s blood to keep herself young and beautiful. Many a person has been destroyed by Gideon due to starvation. Vera keeps him at the brink of starvation to keep him secure. Kiya Alissano is a shifter working at a veterinarian’s as an assistant. She has the talent to calm animals. She is the daughter of a very possessive father who surprisingly allowed her to be amongst humans and be away from the family. Kiya is captured by Vera and is used to feed Gideon. Something changes for him when he sees Kiya. He is drawn to her by more than the blood running through her veins. This book keeps you enthralled throughout the entire 346 pages. You wont be surprised when you finish it in one sitting. Great story and am looking forward to more by Amanda Ashley.
I have read all of Ms. Ashley's books and every single one has been great. I can never wait for her next one. By weaving the two races together only proves just how powerful love really is. Recommended read!
This is my third book by Amanda Ashley; I know I can count on her books for a light hearted supernatural romance. Desire the Night caught my attention right off the back, because in many supernatural lore and stories the vampires and werewolves are not getting along together, much less romancing each other. It is an entertaining paranormal romance starring two intrepid warriors falling in forbidden love. While Ashley’s novel takes on a different version of vampire; turning into mist, transfiguration in a wolf, the story is well thought-out. The beginning of the romance is very flirty and like a fantasy for Kiya - the strong, sexy, wealthy vampire devoting all his time and attention on her and taking them to different places. After that, it's all about being on the run from their enemies. Fast-paced, fans will enjoy the escapades of the heroic lead couple, both are strong solid characters. The villains are one dimensional there are enough of them to go around. My only complaint is the ending I wish it had been different, I won’t spoil it but I felt is wasn’t the right way to end the story, but I didn’t write it so not my call. Overall not one of the best, but definitely not a bad book.
You would think after 360 years as a vampire Gideon Marquet would be too clever to fall into a witch’s trap. Now he sits locked in a cage, bound in silver chains, being used as Verah’s own fountain of youth. He had long ago stopped killing humans to feed his need for blood, but since Verah nearly starves him while taking his blood, his hunger is now too great to stop being the monster humans fear. But his latest dinner offering is quite different from the usual human fare given to him, she is a werewolf. If only he can keep his hunger in check before the next full moon, they might finally have a chance to escape this nightmare. Kiya Alissano was just going out for a night with her friend, and ends up drugged and then she wakes to find herself being offered as a midnight snack to a hungry vampire. Although they are natural enemies, Kiya and Gideon work together to escape the clutches of the witch, but she is not willing to let her prize go without a fight. Kay and Gideon are on the run as Verah scryes for their location. When they turn to Kay’s pack for help, they are out of the frying pan and into the fire. The Alpha, Kay’s father, wants her to marry into the neighboring pack, not running around with a vampire. This story started off so good. The meeting of Kay and Gideon was interesting and their working together to escape. They are both attracted to each other so they stick together, even after Gideon realizes that the witch cannot locate him (as he is dead) and she is scrying for Kiya. He won’t leave her alone to be found by the witch. The story begins to lose my interest when decisions are made and things are done that don’t make sense. Gideon decides Kay would be safest surrounded by her own people. Gideon is attracted and intrigued by someone for the first time in a century, and he knows that Kay’s father wants her to marry the son of the adjoining pack Alpha, so why would he think the best place would be with her father? Once she is back under the father’s control, he forces her to marry the other werewolf, who then kidnaps her back to his compound to keep her away from Gideon. Since he is not “invited” onto the compound, Gideon can’t get to her. So we have a lot of going back and forth between being captured by the witch, the werewolves and begin recovered by Gideon, to the point that after 250 pages, I was losing interest in the story. I did finish it, although there were many things that didn’t make sense in the story, beginning with Gideon giving Kay up to her father who intended to give her to another man. The father is the over the top Alpha with the “do as I say or I will actually kill you” attitude. I was also very confused with Kay’s parent’s relationship. Her mother is human and she gets pregnant. She won’t have an abortion and Kay’s father decides to marry her against his family’s wishes. That would be great if they seemed more of a love match. Why such an über-Alpha was even slumming with a human is my first question. He seemed so “we are werewolves, we stick to our own.” The mother later indicates that she was afraid of him even before they got married. That brings me back to why were they even having sex to begin with. I’m weird this way. I’ll believe someone can change into a werewolf. I’ll work with you on the vampire changing into mist. But the marriage between Kay’s parents, I just couldn’t understand.
Amanda Ashley has pulled from all the corners of her imagination to bring readers Desire the Night the latest release in her paranormal romance series, filled with vampires, witches, werewolves and of course romance. Gideon Marquet, a vampire held prisoner by an unscrupulous witch named Vera as a source for her own means, rues the so long ago night he fell captive to her enchantment. Gideon’s existence is one of constant agony by both the bonds that hold him and the unmerciful actions he must resort to for his survival. Kiya Alissano, working as a veterinarian’s assistant also holds magic powers of her own, more than just the “gift” of being able to calm her patients at the clinic, either. Kiya, (known as Kay to her friends who are few a far between thanks to her father), is the daughter of a very possessive Clan Leader, who Kay still can’t believe has been persuaded to allow her time away from their family compound to pursue the wish to live among humans. Unbeknownst to Kiya, her thirst for adventure in all things human may prove to be her downfall and bring her even closer to the thirst of one who is not all human. You will be surprised how fast the pages turn, once you pick it up you will not want to put it down!
Gideon (vampire) is sexy, kind and understanding. Kay is a werewolf and she strong, independent and loyal. They find love in a difficult situation and are great together.