About A VAMPIRE'S UNLIKELY ALLIANCE
Stefan is a Native American vampire, former assassin for the Vampire Council. In a twist of fate, he now DJ’s the midnight shift for a small radio station in Whitefish, Montana, on the edge of Glacier National Park where his secret is safe until...
Born in Ireland, Brandy now works as a park ranger and trail guide in the park. During a full moon, Stefan and Brandy’s paths cross in a near physical collision on a trail. Their attraction is immediate and undeniable, almost as if fate demanded it.
Their union was foretold long ago in Irish folk tales where vampires and gryphons, warlocks and demons, witches and faeries must work together for the good of man and magic kind. Is a trip to Ireland the key to unravelling secrets and returning the magic? And even more importantly, will their love survive the trip?
It was nearly midnight when he cut
across the Sun Road to another trailhead, so intent on his goal that he nearly
collided with an attractive young woman. He skidded to a stop, spraying gravel,
rocks, and small twigs down the road in front of him. A pinecone dislodged and
bounced along the road past her. Tall and slender, she had miles of fiery-red
hair that hung down her back in a cascade of curls. Intense emerald eyes stared
back at him as he attempted to regain his composure, not to mention balance. What the hell was she doing here at this
time of night?
“Whoa.” She stepped lightly to the
side to avoid the flying debris. “You really should watch where you’re going,
especially at that speed.” Her voice scolded, but the smile on her lips teased.
“Someone could get hurt.”
Pretending to pant, he shrugged, holding his palms up in surrender. “Just trying
to get my run in before work. Stefan Talltree, at your service.” He stepped
closer, leaned over in an exaggerated bow, and caught her hand, brushing his
lips over the palm and wrist, inhaling her sweet scent. AB negative with a pulse of adrenaline. Perfect. Her pulse beat a
tattoo against his lips. He backed away.
Her heart thundered as she drew her
hand from his grasp. “The name’s Brandy. Pleased
to meet you, Stefan.” Her smile reached up into her bright eyes as they swept
over him with an appreciative glance, an experience he enjoyed.
Her voice had a hint of Irish lilt to it. He liked that too.
“Where do you work that requires you
to report in at—” She glanced at her watch. “—midnight?”
Nostrils flaring, he paused. Blood? Not hers. The sound of Brandy’s
voice brought his attention back to her and the situation at hand. “Oh, shit,
I’ve gotta go!” He sprinted off, leaving her standing alone.
As he started down the trail, the tree
branches swayed in the silvery moonlight, casting eerie shadows across the
trail’s edge. The breeze brought with it the coppery scent of fresh blood mixed
with sulfur. He turned for one last look at her as she wrinkled her nose before
silently creeping into the wind, tracking the source of the stench.
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