Midnight Crusader (Touched by Midnight Series - Book 9)
Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo Books | iBooksPublished: May 4, 2011Length: 228 Pages
A love without end . . .Having given up his mortal life to search for his lost love through the centuries, vampire Gabriel McGraw begins his final crusade to free her from an enemy’s grip against the glittery backdrop of Las Vegas. But is she the same woman he loved and lost or an equally dangerous foe who could betray all that he believes in?
Naomi Bright’s memories go back no farther than her arrival in Sin City. Does her hidden past conceal madness or a truth too terrible to be believed? Compulsion draws her toward a medieval fantasy world, and obsession to a man she instinctively knows but can’t remember.
Will finding the answers release her from her prison of fear? Or will it ensure that she loses everything - her life, her love . . . her soul?
“ . . . another enthralling and soul-stirring vampire romance.” —BookReview.com
The Excerpt
“Tell me what I must do.”
“You need only survive, young sir. Survive to conquer the years, the centuries, however long it takes for you to seek out her tortured soul.”
“However long it takes,” Gabriel affirmed, not truly understanding the magnitude of his pledge.
“Then you will be transformed this very night so you might begin your search in an existence where time holds no meaning.”
He never saw her physically move.
One instant, she was staring at him with an almost hypnotic intensity, distracting him from the fact that the three of them were no longer alone in the room. Shadows shifted from within the unnatural stillness to become figures looming just out of the light.
He heard Rolland’s briefly uttered warning and the rasp of his sword. But Gabriel had no time to react with alarm or instinct.
(And a bite more . . .!)
The crone was upon him, knocking him flat upon his back. His hands were gripped before they could find sword and dagger in his own defense. And then came the pain, swift and sharp, at his throat, at his wrists and elbows. He tried to cry out, but no sound of protest came neither to mouth nor eventually to mind.
So, this was death, this slow, chill sinking into dark oblivion.
He surrendered to the sapping weakness of body even as a part of him clung to the strength of his resolve.
For Naomi.
This is a great transformation scene!
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DeleteLove the action and mental imagery here.
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Thanks, Jeff. And I'll go check out your post.
Deletewow, i like how you put what's going on into words.
ReplyDeleteIf you can't see it, you can't feel it!
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