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The Adduné Trilogy

The Adduné Trilogy

The Adduné trilogy is a sweeping, exciting tale about love, revenge, and the hidden power lying dormant within the soul. This saga delves into the dark mysteries of the mind, and the effects of what happens when evil is invited in.

The Vampire’s Game is the first in the series. It sets the stage for Miranda Perry’s descent into the dark world of vampires. The second book, The House of Cards. picks up where it leaves off. The House of Cards builds on the incendiary deceit set forth in book one. The tension escalates as new betrayals are unearthed and new characters revealed.

Book three, The Reckoning, is in the works and scheduled for release next year. Please subscribe to Ms. Potocki’s mailing list for updates on this and other special offerings.

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Adduné: Part I. The Vampire’s Game

vampiresgameJoin Miranda Perry on her harrowing journey into the dark world of vampires. In this three book series, Miranda Perry unwittingly becomes embroiled in a merciless game of revenge. She will need all her wits to overcome this ultimate evil as she battles to save her soul—and the souls of everyone she loves.

Still shaken from the untimely death of her father, Miranda is forced to assume control of his business empire. Beginning the arduous task of overhauling Perry Antique’s outdated cataloguing system, she soon discovers an object that her father hid from the world—a priceless, undocumented Fabergé egg. Its interior holds two rubies. One is heart-shaped; the other a marquise cut stone that represents a single droplet of blood. In attempting to ascertain its authenticity, she is placed in the crosshairs of a cunning vampire named Adduné. He is consumed with exacting vengeance for an unpardonable transgression —an offense that demands the ultimate punishment.

Let the Adventure Begin!

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Official book trailer for The Vampire’s Game:

Excerpt from The Vampire’s Game

Sara smoothed her blunt cut, sandy blonde hair, tucking it behind one ear.

“Rachel? What are you doing here?”

Sara tried to keep her voice light and breezy. She didn’t want to give away her fear. Rationally, she knew there was nothing to be nervous about. Rachel was a quiet, demure woman. A woman—not a man. It made a difference—a huge difference. A woman possessed no physical threat. Besides, she’d known Rachel Abbott for years. Sara had taken care of Velvet ever since he’d been a scrawny little kitten.

“I came for Velvet,” Rachel replied evenly, the smile never leaving her face. Remaining right outside the door, Rachel’s hair rose in the air from the ghostly, frigid wind. In the background, a flurry of leaves flew up into the air making a scurrying sound. It seemed more like the end of October than the middle of summer.

“But how did you know I’d be here?”

Rachel’s eyes locked on Sara’s.

“How could I have?” she explained, her smile suddenly getting wider from a private joke known only to her. “I just took a chance.”

Sara took a cautionary step inside. She wasn’t sure she wanted to give her Velvet at this hour of night. It was most unusual. There was billing and protocol. It was clearly against the rules, but Velvet’s owner was here. And since Sara was the doctor, it wasn’t as if an assistant could make a possibly harmful decision in releasing a pet that needed further treatment. Of course, there was another reason—a reason she didn’t want to admit. The truth was that Sara was afraid of telling Rachel no.

Sara tried to keep her movements even. It would only take a second to get this over with. She’d have her assistant send Rachel a bill in the morning. It wouldn’t make a difference. Rachel had always paid on time. Going with the flow would only mean that they’d both leave happy.

Sara stepped inside the doorway and to the side allowing Rachel to pass, but Ms. Abbott remained stationary. It told Sara all she needed to know. Chiding herself for being concerned, Rachel was so strait-laced and conservative as to wait to be invited in. She wasn’t assuming it would be alright and was aware that the late night call was an imposition. A bell from a church somewhere in Fairfield rang out the hour.

Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong.

It must be midnight. That meant the clock in her office was fast. She made a mental note to fix it.

Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong.

“Well, come on in. It’s a little unusual, but Velvet is awake and alert. I heard him a little while ago.”

Bong. Bong. Bong.

Rachel walked past Sara as the last note rang out.

Bong.

Adduné: Part II. The House of Cards

houseofcardscropA missing heiress. A family friend desperate for answers. The senseless destruction of an antique. A young Gypsy willing to risk everything for love. A retired Scotland Yard Inspector intent on solving an old crime. Two mothers mourning the deaths of children. A father bent on retaliation and revenge. A drug dealing bandit enlisted to track down a ghost. A psychic offering information becoming a target instead. A $1,000,000 no questions asked reward.

Hidden behind the walls of the past, Miranda Perry fights to bring her family back together and right a wrong. Driven by one burning desire, she vows to kill the vampire named Peter Adduné.

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The official book trailer The House of Cards:

Excerpt from The House of Cards

The window panes rattling, they were disturbed by a gust so strong as to shake the solid frames. Presuming the snake had been killed, here were its ashes rising out of the flames.

“But I thought you just said Figgs was wrong!” she critically admonished in a tone above what she’d intended.

“He was about Arthur.”

“You have me at a loss. I truly don’t understand.”

“What I’m saying is that the man who paid a visit wasn’t who he purported to be. He was the man that surreptitiously filmed Miranda.

“Oh, my God, Reginald!” she exclaimed, jumping two footedly back into the conversation. “He seemed so well-mannered, and … Wait! Are you saying something more? Are you trying to tell me that you didn’t know him?”

“You are so perceptive, my darling wife. No, I never met him. I didn’t want to upset you by letting you know that you’d opened the door to a complete stranger—one who lied in order to gain access to our home.”

Another piece of the puzzle fell into place. Clasping her cup of tea tightly to her heart beating wildly in her chest, the rustling of the trees added an unwanted element of terror. Her eyes widening, she spoke as a zombie.

“Then that’s what you meant in the hospital … about inviting evil in … and …” she paused, closing her eyes. “…you were speaking about me,” she finished in a sigh.

“Yes, but I was not blaming you. I want to make that clear that it was not your fault. You knew nothing about any of this. It was completely understandable to invite him in under the circumstances. Besides,” he added, trying to assuage her of any traces of guilt, “he would have only gained entrance through the use of another clever ruse, and it could have easily been me that fell for it. You see, I didn’t know the face of the creature we were to grapple with. I found out the night he visited me in my study.”

“Your study? The night you had that bad dream?”

“Dream? It wasn’t a dream. It turned out to be real.”

“You’re scaring me.”

“I don’t mean to. It’s why I never said anything, but I did warn Miranda.”

“About?”

“What he said.”

Grabbing her head, she tried to keep up. It was making no sense. No sense at all.

“Do you mean he threatened her?”

“In a manner of speaking. And he made good on his promise, didn’t he? Of course, Miranda didn’t listen, but when does she ever?”

“You know very well she listens to you all the time. We all do,” she lectured, trying to rein in the growing paranoia spread by the sprinkling of innuendo like salt in a wound.

Her voice cut short by the cold, it had followed her up the stairway—down the long corridor. The solid comfort she’d always felt in her home was pulled away. No longer shielded from the wolf at the door—the wolf was inside … coming after her.

About the Author

wpotockiuseWendy Potocki lives and writes in NYC. If that isn’t scary enough, she writes in the genre of horror. She feels creating good horror is an art form. She religiously devotes herself to pursuing it over hill and dale — and in the crevices of her keyboard.

Named one of the Top Ten “New” Horror Authors by Horror Novel Reviews, she has six self-published novels. Book trailers for many of her works may be found on her official website http://www.wendypotocki.com/. Her next planned projects are Thrill, The Witch’s Stone, The Virgin, and ZaSo. Please subscribe to her mailing list for updates and special offerings, click here to subscribe >>

In her spare time, she loves to go for long walks, drink Starbucks Apple Chai Lattes, make devotional offerings to her cat named Persephone and be stilled by the grace, beauty and magic of ballet.

You can check out all her work at her website.

http://www.wendypotocki.com/

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