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Thursday, October 3, 2019

Seduced by a Demon King by Felicity Heaton

Seduced by a Demon King (Eternal Mates Paranormal Romance Series Book 17) by Felicity Heaton – Book Tour and Giveaway!

New York Times best-selling paranormal romance author Felicity Heaton is here today for the book tour of her new paranormal romance release, Seduced by a Demon King, the latest release in her popular Eternal Mates world.

There are now seventeen books in this series, but don’t worry, you can dive right on in with Seduced by a Demon King, or start at the very beginning with Kissed by a Dark Prince, which is just 99c at all retailers right now. Binge-read to your heart’s content!

If you love big worlds packed with detail and every paranormal species imaginable, together with hot alpha heroes and strong heroines bringing them to their knees, then this series is definitely for you. Plus, each book has a happily forever after and there are no cliff-hangers, because there’s nothing worse than a cliff-hanger!

Seduced by a Demon King (Eternal Mates Paranormal Romance Series Book 17)
by Felicity Heaton
Saddled with a crown he never wanted, King Tegan of the Second Realm of demons is a warrior born for war stuck ruling in a time of peace, bound by the pact that cost his brother his life. Chafed by the ties that have held him shackled to his throne for the last thousand years, Tegan plans an escape from his prison—one stolen night meant to give him a taste of freedom, but one that will lead him to the greatest battle of his life.

A fight to claim the heart of a bewitching fae female who might be his fated mate.

According to many in her clan, and the idiotic incubi who infest the fae town where she lives, Suki puts the suck in succubus. Down on her luck, and in danger of being kicked out of the family she loves, she’s determined to prove her worth by bagging and tagging a powerful male. When she sets eyes on a mysterious, panty-melting demon warrior in a nightclub, things finally seem to be going her way, but his shadowed aura and guardedness warns he won’t be an easy mark.

Seducing him is going to be the fight of her life.

When the battle is done, will the victor have the forever they want, or will this war cost them both everything?

Enter the grand tour-wide giveaway to win one of a $75, $50 or $25 Amazon Gift Card at the Seduced by a Demon King book page. This giveaway is international and open to everyone, and ends at midnight on October 8th. Enter now: http://www.felicityheaton.com/seduced-by-a-demon-king-paranormal-romance-book.php

Suki regretted agreeing to come to Underworld tonight. She had regretted it from the moment her sisters had cajoled her into the trip, and she should have made her excuses and left. She wasn’t in the mood for hunting tonight. She was tired, cranky, and absolutely nothing was going her way.

She had managed to steal one kiss from a nice guy who had moderately good looks and had fallen for her charms, but he had tasted like ashes and her fuel gauge was still on the red line. She needed a male who could fill her tank, didn’t want to resort to the sort of feed her sisters seemed intent on getting tonight.

Allura openly fondled the man she had cornered, one who Suki had surmised was a shifter of some variety. Shifters often provided a good feed, but it would come at a high price. Chances were, Allura would kill him once they got busy. Shifters were strong, but not strong enough to handle sex with a succubus.

Suki had lost track of Vidia. The blonde female had been swift to ditch Suki’s sorry ass as soon as she had spotted potential prey. If Suki had to guess, she had spotted her favourite food.

A nymph.

Nymphs were strong enough to handle a succubus if they were old enough, but the ones who were old enough were so damned conceited and egotistical that Suki couldn’t stand them for long enough to get past the conversation stage of a hunt.

Vidia had once said that petting the ego of a nymph was worth it, even though it left a bad taste in her mouth. According to Suki’s clan, doing whatever it took to get a good feed was worth it, regardless of how crappy it made you feel.

Maybe that was the reason they all thought Suki was a complete and utter failure.

She was starving but she still couldn’t bring herself to sleep with a guy who wasn’t strong enough to survive it or stoop to grooming a nymph’s narcissism.

Suki tried to push all the niggling voices out of her head, the thousand jibes and taunts, and harsh words that had come from every corner of the clan, including the mistress who acted as the head of it. They went, but not before they took a few cheap shots at her already fragile mood, cleaving holes in her heart.

Why the hell had she bothered coming out tonight?

She looked at the pleasant man opposite her, one who scored an eight in most departments and who was talking her ear off about a subject she had no interest in and slowly looking more and more as if he was leaning towards ditching her for someone else.

Probably Allura or Vidia. He had asked about them more than once and she had caught the way he had drooled over Allura when the onyx-haired and violet-to-blue-eyed beauty had stopped to check in on her. She couldn’t blame him. As always, Allura had somehow managed to squeeze her incredible body into a black rubber mini and a leather corset that barely contained her ample breasts.

Suki was beginning to feel she should have stayed at home. This night was going to go the same way they always did when her sisters dragged her out. She had started out thinking tonight would be different, as always, and she would finally get things right. A few unfulfilling kisses later she would end up screwing everything up and going home alone, still hungry and in an even worse mood.

The opinion of her sisters would only get worse and her future would only look gloomier, and her mood would only grow darker.

She smiled at the nice man and forced herself to move closer, tried to focus on what he was saying but it really was boring. She didn’t really care what kind of car he drove, or that he owned his apartment rather than rented. None of that impressed her.

She had never been into material things.

At least not to the extent that her sisters were.

Sometimes, her succubus nature got the better of her and shiny cars and fat bank balances easily seduced her. The perils of living on a tiny allowance. When her money was in danger of running out, she fell victim to her nature, a strange sense of desperation gripping her that had her spending most of the days until her next payment walking around frazzled and in her own little world, seeking a male who might buy her something pretty.

A girl could dream about having money, enough to buy whatever she wanted, couldn’t she?

Of course, normally allowing herself to dream like that only made the reality of her situation an even worse nightmare.

Her sisters could afford pretty things, nice clothes and jewellery, and expensive make up, because they preyed on more than the sexual energy of their hosts. They preyed on their bank accounts too, convincing the addled males to buy them things. Suki had tried that once or twice, or maybe a million times, when in the grip of her flat-broke-fever.

She was yet to succeed in convincing a male to buy her something.

Another thing that left a sour taste in her mouth.

Allura did a drive by and sneakily pressed her hand to her forehead, forming an L against it. L for loser.

Her sister meant the male was a loser and to ditch him, but Suki couldn’t help but take it personally. Her entire clan thought she was the loser because she was forever having problems with men and feeding. The charm her mother had been famous for had apparently refused to be inherited by her.

Suki lacked the basic succubus skills so badly that a few of her sisters questioned whether she really was her mother’s daughter and not some stray she had picked up in the fae town or a baby swapped at birth with her real daughter.

Sometimes, Suki wondered that too.

Most of the time, she wondered how she could make her sisters proud of her. She didn’t want them to look down on her. She didn’t want to lose them.

The world would be a bleak and lonely place without her sisters.

She struggled to fit in at the clan, but she would struggle even more to fit into a world without them in it. She belonged at the clan, with her sisters. She had lost her only blood relation, but every female in her clan was her sister, whether they were a daughter or a mother, an aunt or a grandmother. They were all her sisters.

The only family she had.

Before her mother had died, she had told Suki something that remained with her to this day.

One day, she would find her place in this world.

Suki knew what her mother had meant by that. One day, she would prove herself to the clan, would learn to use her powers and bloom just as her mother had always said she would, and she would become part of the family just as she had always wanted.

One day, her sisters would love her just as she loved them.

Solid Eight tossed her a flirty smile, one she returned as she sidled closer to him.

She brushed her arm against his, savouring the way his aura shifted, the colours that flared around him like an aurora changing to reveal the red of passion and arousal. He wanted her. She could bag and tag him, although there was a danger the tagging part might end up being one attached to his toe as they wheeled him into a morgue.

Why did Solid Eight have to be human?

She was sure that underneath his blue jeans and dark checked shirt he had a good body, one that would delight her, and that his desire and passion would provide a modest meal. Humans were off limits as far as she was concerned though. One slip and she would end up killing him, even if they were only kissing at the time. She didn’t have the energy to focus on restraining herself. She was too hungry, needed a man who could get her off the red line through kissing before she dared to do anything saucier with him.

Allura strolled past again, tugging a handsome man along behind her. Suki was surprised her sister didn’t plant another L on her forehead. The clan’s favourite succubus just rolled her eyes instead.

Suki glared at her.

Fine, she was taking too long with the guy, but Solid Eight had her twisted in knots. The temptation to kiss him and see if he could handle giving her a little of his energy was great, but the thought of accidentally killing him was like a bucket of icy water on her libido.

Suki looked around the room again, hunting a stronger target, one who could handle a succubus and might be able to provide her with a good feed. If she could find a powerful man, not a nymph, she could probably fill her tank on kissing or at least kissing and a little fooling around.

An ache bloomed between her thighs and she rubbed them together in her tight black cotton mini, the thought of getting frisky with a man sending her temperature soaring and short-circuiting the part of her brain that constantly chided her, telling her not to go too far in case she accidentally killed her host.

A man flashed into her mind, his gaunt face and dull blue eyes hurling another bucket of ice down her panties, quenching the fire that had just started burning.

It had been more than a month since she had let her hunger get the better of her and had almost killed him, and although it had been a mistake on her part because she had been convinced he had been stronger than he had turned out to be, she still couldn’t shake the guilt.

That night had left a bitter taste in her mouth.

And it had also cemented her clan’s opinion of her.

Any one of her sisters would have gone ahead and given the man a pleasurable exit from this world in order to fill up her tank to the max.

Suki had panicked and teleported him to the emergency room of a London hospital instead.

Cyrena, the clan mistress, had hauled Suki into her office and had talked about the rules, reiterating them for the thousandth time, and had given her a look that left Suki in no doubt that her next mistake was going to be her last.

If she kept failing at everything a succubus was meant to be good at, if she kept tarnishing the hallowed name of their clan, she was going to be kicked out of it. She had been warned enough times that they wouldn’t tolerate any black marks on their highly respected name, and Suki was a massive dark smudge right across the middle of it. If her mother had been anyone else, she would have been tossed out on her ass by now.

In the last month, she had doubled down on her training, more desperate than ever to prove herself worthy of being a member of the family that had raised her. She had hit fae clubs in Scotland and northern England, and even a few in America, practicing her charms on soft targets.

Tonight, she had come to practice on stronger marks.

But judging by the bored look on Solid Eight’s face, she was failing dismally. If she couldn’t charm a human tonight, how was she meant to charm a strong immortal?

A hot bolt of fire shot down her spine, lighting up her insides and cranking up her temperature, and she frowned as she swiftly scanned the room. Someone was looking at her and it wasn’t the human.

She shivered, the delicious heat that curled through her threatening to rip a moan from her lips as she tried to keep it together. Her eyes darted over everyone, her limited senses stretching out around her in an attempt to pinpoint the one who was looking at her.

Because whoever it was, they had somehow fired her up with just a look, one she wasn’t even reciprocating.

Her eyes locked with intense dark pools set in a stunning sculpted face and the room dropped away, Solid Eight’s words lost on her as she fell into those fathomless depths.

Heat suffused every inch of her, fire flaring in her veins as she swallowed hard, bewitched by the spell this newcomer had cast on her with just a single look.

Book 1: Kissed by a Dark Prince (Just 99c right now!)
Book 2: Claimed by a Demon King
Book 3: Tempted by a Rogue Prince
Book 4: Hunted by a Jaguar
Book 5: Craved by an Alpha
Book 6: Bitten by a Hellcat
Book 7: Taken by a Dragon
Book 8: Marked by an Assassin
Book 9: Possessed by a Dark Warrior
Book 10: Awakened by a Demoness
Book 11: Haunted by the King of Death
Book 12: Turned by a Tiger
Book 13: Tamed by a Tiger
Book 14: Treasured by a Tiger
Book 15: Unchained by a Forbidden Love
Book 16: Avenged by an Angel
Book 17: Seduced by a Demon King

If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling London Vampires series. Seven sexy and sinful Greek god brothers can be your new addiction in the Guardians of Hades series. Or how about four hot alpha shifter brothers in her Cougar Creek Mates series? Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the Eternal Mates series.

If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:

Tuesday, September 3, 2019

Seduced by a Demon King - Felicity Heaton

New York Times best-selling paranormal romance author Felicity Heaton is set to release book 17 in her epic Eternal Mates series on September 24th, and today we’re getting the first look at the cover of Seduced by a Demon King.
Delve back into this compulsive and addictive paranormal romance series and be ready to be seduced by powerful demon King Tegan as he wages the fight of his life to win the heart of enchanting fae, Suki, a sinfully tempting and down on her luck succubus.
Plus, you can get book one, Kissed by a Dark Prince, for just 0.99 right now at your favourite retailers!
Check out the cover and discover more about the book, including where you can pre-order and an awesome giveaway for books 1-7 of the series in audiobook!

Seduced by a Demon King (Eternal Mates Paranormal Romance Series Book 17)
Felicity Heaton
Saddled with a crown he never wanted, King Tegan of the Second Realm of demons is a warrior born for war stuck ruling in a time of peace, bound by the pact that cost his brother his life. Chafed by the ties that have held him shackled to his throne for the last thousand years, Tegan plans an escape from his prison—one stolen night meant to give him a taste of freedom, but one that will lead him to the greatest battle of his life.
A fight to claim the heart of a bewitching fae female who might be his fated mate.
According to many in her clan, and the idiotic incubi who infest the fae town where she lives, Suki puts the suck in succubus. Down on her luck, and in danger of being kicked out of the family she loves, she’s determined to prove her worth by bagging and tagging a powerful male. When she sets eyes on a mysterious, panty-melting demon warrior in a nightclub, things finally seem to be going her way, but his shadowed aura and guardedness warns he won’t be an easy mark.
Seducing him is going to be the fight of her life.
When the battle is done, will the victor have the forever they want, or will this war cost them both everything?
Due for release on 24^th September 2019

Be sure to enter the amazing pre-order giveaway for your chance to win audiobook editions of Eternal Mates books 1-7. The giveaway is international and closes on September 23rd.
Enter now at http://www.felicityheaton.com/preordersbadk/

Book 1: Kissed by a Dark Prince (Just 0.99 right now!)
Book 2: Claimed by a Demon King
Book 3: Tempted by a Rogue Prince
Book 4: Hunted by a Jaguar
Book 5: Craved by an Alpha
Book 6: Bitten by a Hellcat
Book 7: Taken by a Dragon
Book 8: Marked by an Assassin
Book 9: Possessed by a Dark Warrior
Book 10: Awakened by a Demoness
Book 11: Haunted by the King of Death
Book 12: Turned by a Tiger
Book 13: Tamed by a Tiger
Book 14: Treasured by a Tiger
Book 15: Unchained by a Forbidden Love
Book 16: Avenged by an Angel
Book 17: Seduced by a Demon King – Coming September 24^th 2019

Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! All of them alpha as you would expect in paranormal romance, and every book with a guaranteed HAPPILY FOREVER AFTER!
If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter, Larissa Ione, Kresley Cole, Donna Grant and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling London Vampires series. Seven sexy and sinful Greek god brothers can be your new addiction in the Guardians of Hades series. Or how about four hot alpha shifter brothers in her Cougar Creek Mates series? Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the Eternal Mates series.
If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Haunted by the King of Death by Felicity Heaton

Haunted by the King of Death Blog Barrage - Felicity Heaton

Haunted by the King of Death, the eleventh book in New York Times best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Eternal Mates, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release of Grave and Isla’s romance, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY and sharing sneak peeks of the book.

Enter the Haunted by the King of Death international giveaway (ends August 14th) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate by using the Rafflecopter form at the end of this post or at her website, where you can also download a 5 chapter sample of the novel: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/haunted-by-the-king-of-death-paranormal-romance-novel.php

Here’s more about the book and the savage and wicked vampire hero and his powerful phantom mate…

Haunted by the King of Death (Eternal Mates Romance Series Book 11)

Felicity Heaton

A ruthless vampire warrior, Grave Van der Garde rules the mercenary Preux Chevaliers with an iron fist, determined to retain his hard-won position as one of the most powerful men in Hell and his reputation as the heartless King of Death. But beneath the cold façade beats the heart of a vampire torn between love and hate, ripped in two directions by a single ethereally beautiful female—his fated phantom mate.

Driven by her phantom instincts, Isla used a spell to make her solid in order to deceive the vampire who killed her sister’s demon mate and have revenge on him, condemning him with a single kiss to become a phantom too. But her plan took an unexpected turn when she fell in love with him, and with her new life, and the night she betrayed him shattered both of their hearts. Now, he lives to make her suffer through their connection, one that is fading with them as they begin to slip into the phantom world, and she must face the monster she created if she is to save herself and the vampire she still loves.

With a demon from Grave’s past determined to destroy him and everything he holds dear, and the clock ticking down to their inevitable doom, can he and Isla overcome their past and their pride to work together to claim the future they both desire deep in their hearts? Or will death finally catch up with the vampire king and his phantom mate?

Haunted by the King of Death is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/haunted-by-the-king-of-death-paranormal-romance-novel.php

Haunted by the King of Death – Excerpt

Grave kicked off hard, his left boot skidding on the loose black earth as he propelled himself to his right. He rolled across the ground, evading the meaty fist that had been aimed at his head and came up on his feet. Behind him, the demon male turned on a snarl and Grave dipped his body low and swept his left leg out in a swift arc, catching the male across the back of his knees as he launched another attack.

The large demon hit the earth with a thud and a growl, and Grave sprang to his feet, scooped up his fallen blade and brought it down in a fast arc, little more than a blur of silver cutting through the low evening light of the Seventh Realm.

It sliced through the demon’s neck just as easily.

Blood sprayed in a burst of crimson and then dwindled to a steady trickle that pumped in time with the male’s heart as it slowed to a halt.

Grave breathed hard, the scent of blood overwhelming as it drenched the churned earth and the bodies strewn across it. Several of his men had fallen, their corpses resting in tangled heaps beside those of their allies, the demons of the Seventh Realm, and their enemies, the demons of the Sixth.

He licked his bloodied fangs, savouring the rich tang of his victims. The darkness within him pushed harder and he embraced it, savoured it as he savoured the blood. Nurtured it.

Asher, his second in command, a male with ice blond hair stained crimson in places, halted beside him for a heartbeat, long enough to check on him and give a brief nod before he kicked off, a blur in the falling darkness.

The male knew better than to coddle him in battle, or question him, although it had been clear he had wanted to do both.

With a low snarl, Grave stalked forwards, prowling through the fallen demons and vampires, his scarlet eyes locked ahead of him on the battle where it had moved back towards the border.

They were winning, driving out the demons of the Sixth Realm who had dared to invade the Seventh.

The battle still raged, hundreds of demons of the Sixth Realm, marked by their golden-brown horns, chestnut hair and golden eyes, clashed against his men and the demons of the Seventh. The sound of war filled his ears, and his heart, the constant din of battle axes and swords striking and agonised bellows as warriors fell mingled with shouts of victory.

Gods, he loved war.

Courted it almost as fervently as he courted his bloodlust.

Foolish were the vampires who feared it.

He licked his fangs and bit back a moan as he thought about sinking them into demon flesh together with his claws, tearing apart his foes to sate the dark hunger riding him.

A dark hunger that gave him strength, power to defeat any foe he met in battle. Bloodlust that had given him the reputation he had fought for and deserved. A reputation that meant more to him than anything else.

Two large demons of the Sixth Realm cut down one from the Seventh and turned his way, slow smiles curving their lips as they saw he was alone. Fools. They thought they could end him?

He laughed as he flexed his fingers around the black and red hilt of his katana, the sound so out of place in the midst of battle that it gave the demons pause.

Grave used it to his advantage.

With all the preternatural speed of his kind, he closed the gap between them and had his blade buried hilt-deep in the gut of the demon on the right before the male had even seen him. The male let out a garbled cry and the other one turned on him, raising his double-axe to cut Grave down.

He left his blade in the stomach of the first demon and spun to face the second. The axe came down fast and he grunted as he raised his right arm above his head and the thick black handle struck his forearm. Pain splintered in a ring where it had hit, warning of a fracture. Grave paid his body no heed and snarled as he shoved upwards, knocking the axe and the male’s arm up with it.

The demon staggered backwards and Grave sprung forwards, sank the claws of his right hand deep into the demon’s fleshy left shoulder and bit down hard on the right side of his throat. The male roared and grabbed him, and Grave’s fangs tore through his neck as he was ripped away.

He flew through the air and landed hard on a corpse with a grunt.

Bastard.

He licked his fangs and pushed onto his feet, coming to face his foe again.

One of his men was there already, battling the demon male, and Grave growled low in his throat at the sight, the darkness that flowed through his veins growing blacker as his mind whispered dangerous words, taunting him with the fact someone had stolen his prey.

He had been weak again, and now someone had taken what was his.

He hunched forwards and roared out his fury, and both the demon and the vampire stopped with their axe and sword in mid swing.

He would kill both of them. The demon for the fun of it and the vampire because the impudent bastard had stolen his prey.

No one took what was his.

No one.

He ran at both males and the vampire was gone in a flash, disappearing from the fray like the pathetic creature he was. He would deal with him later. He snarled as the demon swung the axe at him and threw himself feet first under the blow, skidding across the ground and ending up next to the first demon.

Grave grinned.

He wrapped his fingers around the hilt of his sword and slowly pulled it free of the corpse as he rose onto his feet.

His senses warned of the demon behind him.

He took his time wiping the blade clean on the corpse’s leathers.

Could almost feel the fetid breath of the second demon on the back of his neck and hear the whisper of death as the axe sliced through the air aimed for his head.

Fool.

Grave dropped to his knees and the demon’s axe cut through the air above him. He twisted as he shoved onto his feet and arced his blade upwards, cutting across the demon’s broad chest. The male bellowed and stumbled back two steps before recovering and swinging the axe again. Grave dodged right but the blade nicked his shoulder, cutting through his black shirt, and the scent of his own blood laced the air, strong on his senses.

He saw red.

In a blur of speed, he came around behind the demon and drove his sword forwards, piercing deep into the male’s side, a wound meant to slow rather than kill.

This one had cut him, and that meant this one died by his fangs.

The male staggered forwards and tried to turn, but Grave leaped on his back and tipped him off balance. The demon landed face first on the bloodied black earth and Grave slammed into his bare back. He grabbed the demon’s left horn and yanked his head back as he struck hard, sinking his fangs into the right side of his throat. The male struggled, bucking wildly, and Grave bit deeper and raked his fangs through the male’s flesh, cutting long grooves into his skin. Blood poured from the wound, flowing so quickly he almost choked on it as he tried to swallow it all, his bloodlust demanding he didn’t waste a drop.

He gulped it down and groaned as the demon’s struggles weakened and his heart began to falter. There was no sweeter thrill than this for him, not anymore. War. Gods how he craved it.

Each blow that bruised his flesh, shattered bone and tore muscle.

Each dance with death.

He would wage war for free, but the Preux Chevaliers traditionally worked for the highest bidder, and who was he to turn down a tidy sum of gold?

He had been raised an aristocrat, born to one of the most powerful pureblood vampire families, and as an aristocrat he had grown accustomed to a certain level of comfort and convenience, and that required money.

He wasn’t an elite, those born to a family with lowly turned humans in their ranks or sired by such a creature.

He was an aristocrat.

A pureblood.

As all in the Preux Chevaliers were.

They were the most powerful of their kind. Faster, stronger, superior in every way to an elite. Bred from the purest blood, able to trace their ancestry back to the elves.

But with pure blood came what many in the vampire world viewed as a terrible curse—bloodlust.

He released the demon when his heart gave out and sat back on him, breathing hard and grinning as his blood thundered in his veins, pleasure rolling hot and sweet through him.

Pleasure his bloodlust gave to him.

Pleasure that had become his everything.

Only a fool would deny themselves the ecstasy of sating their bloodlust. With every step closer to the edge that he took, that ecstasy only grew more intense, more satisfying, until he was chasing the next high, aching for it to be better than the last.

His crimson eyes scanned the battle that had moved further from him, nearing the black mountains that formed the border between the Seventh Realm and the Devil’s domain, the path the demons of the Sixth had taken to avoid entering the Fifth to reach the Seventh.

He gave himself another minute to savour the high of his kill and then lumbered onto his feet, pulled his blade free and cleaned it on the dead male’s dark gold leathers. He could feel his bloodlust fading again, satisfied for now, but it would soon rise again, returning to embrace him and deliver him another high, and another victory.

Grave prowled through the corpses towards the battle, itching with the need to hurl himself into another fight, to feel fists striking his flesh and cracking his bones. The darkness that had been ebbing away began to flow back again, slowly filling his veins as he stalked towards his next victim, hungry for more.

Itching for another fix.

He singled out the male he had decided led the Sixth Realm demons, one who stood at least three inches taller than the rest and he had caught barking orders at the others. He wielded his broadsword with devastating skill, cutting down a demon of the Seventh and injuring one of Grave’s men in the process. The demon commander whirled to face three vampires who had come up behind him, and Grave snarled as he spotted his second in command among them.

“Asher,” Grave barked and the blond looked in his direction. Grave shifted his gaze from him to the demon and snarled, “Mine.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Asher bowed his head and signalled to his two men, and together they backed away from the demon as he turned to face Grave.

The male shoved bloodstained fingers through his wild chestnut hair, preening it back from his face, and smirked at him. Crimson coated every inch of his broad bare chest and had soaked into his deep gold leathers, forming dark veins across the material. The demon flexed the fingers of his other hand around the hilt of his broadsword, a blade that matched Grave in height, and stared him down, his golden eyes glowing brightly in the darkness.

“Come, Little Vampire.” The warrior crooked a clawed finger, his English sounding rough with his demonic accent, and grinned again, flashing fangs as his horns curled from behind his pointed ears, twisting around like a ram’s. “Let us see who is the true King of Death.”

Grave readied his blade and pressed the ball of his right foot into the black earth, preparing to launch at the male and do just that.

Darkness rolled over the land, visceral power that pressed down on him and chilled his blood.

Around him, the battle stilled, warriors frozen in position, locked in combat for a heartbeat before they all broke apart and turned as one towards the black mountains.

Grave looked there.

A male stood on a huge rock at the base of the mountain, just metres beyond the edge of the battle. He towered over them, black eyes surveying every warrior below him, gold elliptical pupils flashing as his gaze shifted quickly from one male to the next. His stance was casual, the black gauntlet covering the lower half of his right arm resting on the hilt of a huge black broadsword that stood beside him, the point buried into the solid rock, but Grave had the feeling this male hadn’t come to the edge of the Devil’s domain just to watch them fight.

The demon straightened and curled his clawed fingers over the pommel of his sword as his black eyebrows pinched low and his broad lips flattened.

Grave watched him closely, wary of the newcomer. He was young, appearing little more than in his early twenties to mortal eyes, but that meant nothing when it came to demons, especially those of the Devil’s ranks.

This male could easily decimate both sides of the warriors gathered before him.

It was rare for one of his kind to leave the Devil’s realm, although as far as Grave could tell, the male still stood within the threshold of his dark lord’s lands.

The sensation of death and power that he exuded seemed to grow stronger as he searched the faces of the warriors, and many of them began backing away from him, some of the Preux Chevaliers included.

Grave remained where he was, beyond the line of demons and vampires now forming between him and the newcomer.

The young male ran the claws of his left gauntlet around the curve of his polished black horn and then ran the pad of his thumb across the pointed tip. They looked as if they had been sharpened, made even more deadly.

The longer Grave watched him, the stronger a sensation within him grew, a feeling that he knew the male even though he also felt sure he had never met him before.

He was oddly familiar.

But then, most demons looked the same to him.

The male’s broad bare chest shifted in a deep sigh and he moved his left foot, his shoulders twisting as he went to turn away.

His eyes landed on Grave.

He stilled and narrowed his gaze, and his demeanour darkened, the sense of power that flowed from him becoming a crushing wave as he turned back to face him and lifted his left hand.

Pointed right at Grave.

“You,” the male snarled through sharp fangs and Grave had half a mind to point a finger at his chest and blink hard.

Instead, he remained perfectly still and held his calm façade even as a question pounded in his mind.

What had he done to deserve the bastard’s attention?

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