Reborn
Princess
of the Blood
Book
One
Jane
Ederlyn
Genre:
Paranormal
Publisher:
Soul Mate Publishing
Date
of Publication: 10/19/16
ISBN:
978-1-61935-861-4
ASIN:
B01MEBSN40
Number
of pages: 322
Word
Count: 93,000
Cover
Artist: Anna-Lena Spies
Tagline:
Wary,
high-heeled vampire finds sanctuary in the arms of a hot werewolf
whose love ignites her worst nightmare.
Book
Description:
Marie
Josette d’Orgemont, cousin to Louis XVI, watched in horror, as a
rogue creature took her husband’s life before turning on her. A
powerful vampire swept in and spared her life, but she never
suspected that surviving meant immortality or the price she’d have
to pay to protect her surviving son.
Centuries
later in Miami, with her family on the verge of extinction, Marie is
preoccupied with the continuation of her human bloodline. When she
meets sexy and persistent, Odin Ulfsson, his icy-blue gaze and
burning touch are hard to resist.
Will
a forbidden romance with the Nordic werewolf be the key to her
happiness or will it set in motion a wrath that endangers not only
her last human heir but her entire existence?
Excerpt
Marie
Josette d’Orgemont maneuvered her black Bentley out of the South
Beach traffic and onto the hedge-encased driveway of the Delano
Hotel. Sliding in behind a glossy red Carrera, she killed the engine
and turned in her seat to study her great-granddaughter, eight
generations removed. “Are you ready?”
Abby
nodded, but didn’t move. “I have something to tell you.”
Marie
tensed. She knew of course. She’d known for days. But she clamped
down on her emotions, so Abby didn’t read disappointment on her
face.
“What
is it, ma chérie?”
Abby
took a deep breath and blurted, “I’m not pregnant.”
“I
know.”
“Yes,
of course you do.” With her confession in the open, Abby’s
shoulders sagged.
Marie
leaned over the gearshift and cupped her chin. “You are tired. You
should be home with your books and not out with me all evening.”
“But
you miss me when you go out alone.”
Abby
was so protective you’d think she was the vampire and not the other
way around. Marie smiled and brushed a light kiss on her forehead.
“True. I always miss you. Let’s go then.”
They
exited the Bentley and, after tipping the valet, ascended short steps
past the porch with its beckoning white sofa. Indoors, the lobby
stretched from end to end, dotted with massive white columns,
flickering lights, and floor-to-ceiling curtains that reminded Marie
of Versailles.
The
white gossamer wisps billowed like ghosts as she glided past. She
closed her eyes, giving in to the pull of her childhood home, of
being reprimanded for chasing her cousin Louis down empty hallways.
Princesses needed to appear as if their feet never touched the
ground, as if they floated rather than walked. And they never, ever,
ran. That was a long time ago.
Her
hand went to the jeweled, cross pendant hanging between her breasts.
It had been her mother’s and against her chest, it felt like the
heartbeat she didn’t have.
About
the Author:
Jane
Ederlyn is the alter ego of a writing duo from South Florida.
Jane,
a registered nurse by day, by night lives to create havoc and
conflict in their stories, relentlessly strategizing ways to kill off
one more character.
Ederlyn,
a cruise-line professional by day, by night loves to plot meticulous
happily-ever-afters for the hero and heroine, often battling Jane to
save her favorites.
They
can usually be found at their favorite Barnes and Noble sipping
lattes and pondering “what ifs?” or at the mall shoe shopping.
Web:
www.janeederlyn.com
Twitter:
Jane Ederlyn @ediojeda
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https://www.instagram.com/janeederlyn/
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