About The Vampire:
When Tina Johnson, single mother, forty, wakes up in an isolated castle in Central Europe she simply wants to return to her daughter as quickly as possible. She doesn’t expect to find that she has been kidnapped and brought into a world where power is the key to survival and sanity is an optional extra.
Tina discovers she has been watched for many years, she has a rare genetic structure that makes her attractive to vampires and has the possibility of living for well over a century, if she allows herself to become infected. Kalmár has stolen her and intends to keep her captive, hiding her from both her family and other vampires. Normality becomes a frightening place as Tina struggles to escape those holding her and to fights to keep her daughter, her lover and her freedom.
Those wanting teenage kicks and thrills had better stand aside. This is a story of a woman held hostage with only her own exhausted brain to help. The slow seductive burn of sleepless nights. The nightmare of a horrific reality setting in and the endless patience of a dark being who has time on his side.
Sitting somewhere between Anne Rice and Bram Stoker this is perfect for fans of paranormal romance that want something different to savour. The Vampire Duology is a modern twist on the classic vampire tale.
Please note that this duology consists of "A Dark Inheritance" and "A Dark infection" both available on Amazon as single books.
Excerpt:
Kalmár’s eyes watched her, like a cat watching a mouse, waiting for her to move. For a moment Tina returned his look, saw every detail, the huge black pupils in the dim light, the pale skin and the sharp crease of the folded collar against his neck.
The fire snapped a log in the grate and instinct took over. Her bare toes dug into the carpet and she launched herself towards the door. Quick as she was, he reacted faster, reaching out with a long arm to catch her. His fingers closed around her elbow, swinging Tina painfully round. She swiped at him with her other hand and gaped in stupidity, she’d missed. He slapped her, open handed across the face and released her to stumble backwards.
She hit her head against a bookcase and saw lights from the impact. Stunned that he’d hit her, she stood, dazed. He stepped forwards, took both her wrists in one large hand and pinned her there. His face was shadowed, his fingers cool and dry as he began to undo the neck of her shirt.
“No,” Tina whispered. As he ignored it, she tried louder, “No.” She attempted to struggle, to wriggle away, she couldn’t shift him. She pretended to faint, rolled up her eyes and went limp in the hope he’d loosen his grip and she could twist away. It didn’t work. She couldn’t think, didn’t know what to do, her mind blank with panic.
She cried out as he adjusted his grip, forcing her to stand. Kalmár undid her buttons and pulled the shirt collar out of the way. Twisting her arms around to her back, he dragged Tina up to his height, feet dangling off the floor and held her against the bookcase with his body. His free hand grasped her hair and pulled back her head, exposing her neck.
Cool flesh against hers and she felt his fangs slice in. She whimpered softly against him. Then long slow sucking, a monstrous baby feeding. The lights dimmed, haloed, the flickering of the fire beyond him. The dust settled, swirling in patterns. She could feel her heart thumping, working against him, refusing to give in.
Tina went limp with shock and his arms changed from holding her down to cradling her, keeping her upright against him. After what felt like an age he stopped, his tongue nuzzled at the wounds and licked them. He drew his head back. Inspected and licked again.
He picked Tina up easily, carried her over to a reading couch and lay her there. She stared at the ceiling unable to move. She could smell his scent everywhere, cloying with its intensity. Kalmár sat next to her and wiped his mouth with a clean white handkerchief. He reminded Tina of a cat, licking cream off its whiskers. Blood, thought Tina muzzily. My blood. She had no energy left to be anything other than faintly outraged at the sight.
He reached over, tilted her head to inspect her neck and grunted in satisfaction. Kalmár walked to the bell pull and rang. He was sitting in his chair and reading the abandoned newspaper when Wolfie appeared.
He peered over his glasses, “Ms Johnson will need food and water shortly.”
“How is she?” Wolfie sounded hesitant.
“Much as expected.” Kalmár went back to his paper, once more the picture of elegance and decaying wealth.
