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Bloody Reign

Throughout the small towns and countryside of Romania, young women have been mysteriously disappearing without a trace. Ember Woods, a tenacious, determined woman is hired on with a group of vampire hunters to investigate the disappearances. When all the signs point to Count Donovan Reign, a stunning and enigmatic man of power, Ember is sent into the belly of the beast to stay with the Count under the guise of a traveling journalist in hopes of getting an undercover view of the workings of Count Reign. As Ember grows closer to Donovan, she also finds herself drawn nearer to the truth of the mysterious Count. She becomes torn between the dominating attraction that is growing between them and her determination to destroy the monster responsible for the missing women. In a dangerous game of cat and mouse, Ember is forced to play her part when she finds herself in the sight of a predator who not only yearns for her heart but her blood as well. *** “Eager, are we?” he asked teasingly, as he let her guide him onto the bed. “Tell me, Miss Woods, what is it that you would like me to do?” “Donovan,” Ember moaned, as he pulled her body to his. “Please, touch me.” Donovan chuckled softly as he ran his fingers down the skin of her arms, then trailed up her belly, between her breasts, before finally up the skin of her neck. “As you wish,” he whispered. Bloody Reign is created by Tiffany Nyx, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Tiffany Nyx · Fantasy
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50 Chs

Chapter 50: Forevermore

Ember was watching the fire crackle softly as she drank a cup of tea. With a sigh of contentment, she looked around her quaint apartment and felt a small moment of peace.

It had been over a month since the chaotic events and brutal battle in Transylvania. Ever since then, Ember had taken every small moment of calm and tranquility that she could find and taken advantage of it to simply… do nothing.

Just as she was now, sitting in her quiet apartment, and watching the snow fall outside the window next to a warm fire.

She thought of that fateful night at the castle in Transylvania and the battle that had ensued. Half of the Kalderash hunters who had aided the Kresniks lost their lives that night, while many others were injured.