HER SWEET BLOOD

s an evil leader. A man with great power, the Master of vampire hunters, desi

brought an army of sufficient size. For the king and the queen, he brought five hundred hunter

ern snow and the southern, but the finer view was ou

housand pillars out on the plateau: onyx giants thicker than a thousand-year oak, taller than a long

er see nor hear her enemies approaching, but she knew their disposition.

ld and young, carried destructive spears. Their Master in the midst, silver-haired sorcerers, their beards long

stle, assassinated the beloved king and queen, and followed to do the same t

but the latter. He had not counted on the vampire king

uctible desire for retribution, ensuring they would fight for eternity to claim their superiority. At the same time, t

ere now bound to destroy the M

superbness. They were like some hot male leads in a romantic novel where the handsome man was over six feet tall, had dark hair, tattoos, and so much testosterone-inflated muscle that he had to walk throug

t this time appreciated, but not one thousand years later. Women in the future didn't want a partner that could communicate feelings or sympathize with

deal lover, a perfect life mate, and not only were they like cavemen here, but they were also passionate, yes, impressive

and, of course, sensuous and had been in bed all the time, but not alone. He was never alone. He was a man known for the ferocity of his anger and temper as well as the lusciousness of his

werful and great dark magic that wouldn't let him behold or rec

ave to the very thirst he'd elicited in his lover. Desires that had merged with the dark enchantment and sent him straight to the Slave Market, where he was

w fervently the princess attempted. The raw anger in his

e second, he would savour forev

en with a sorcerer, he could not entirely remember, bu

ay for something he cou