Your Wednesday Reading List – 10/24/18
Vampire Mage: A Clutch Mistress Book 1
My name is Sora. I was born into this world to a highly respected Mage family. All was well as a child; most children receive their magic at puberty… I was not that fortunate. Shunned by my family, I was cast out on my twenty-first birthday—a failure and disappointment to those who were supposed to love me.
Left on my own in Seattle with no friends or money, I made my way through low-paying jobs down the coast to Southern California. Fate finally smiled upon me in San Diego, where I scored a serving position at a diner.
One night after my shift, I decided to walk to a dive bar near my home to drown my sorrows. That was where I met him: the Master Vampire of the SoCal Clutch. It was either the biggest mistake of my life… or the best decision in the world.
Hellbent on seeking justice and answers for her mate’s mysterious disappearance, Serin takes no prisoners as she explores the truth. As a high-ranking elemental in ass-kicking stilettos, she embarks upon a perilous quest for vengeance.
In her manhunt, Serin encounters DEA agent Daniel Romero, who’s strangely connected to her bonded mate's vanishing. Teaming up with the officer forces Serin to accept the truth. Daniel just may be her destiny. And with time running out, Serin knows that she must protect her sisters and ignore the pull she has for Daniel. Come Hell or high water, Serin will put her life on the line to protect everyone–and everything she loves.
Painting the roses red…
I am a vampire. No longer in hiding, lurking in the shadows for all to fear, or cloaked in ancient folklore.
And I am not alone.
I sit amongst old blood trapped in young bodies, determined to emerge from our hidden kingdoms.
We own Painted Roses—an exclusive, membership only establishment in New Orleans where immortality is the only way in. It is for the vampires who are ready to walk among the mortal.
We have created our own personal garden of indulgence, hiring eager and ready girls to staff our club. We can feed from the innocent, the pure, the untainted—all in plain sight. Yes, there are rules. But we are the ones making them.
The girls are our roses, and we plan to paint our roses red.