A Vampires Fallen Christmas Star

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It’s the week before Christmas but the last thing Jayden Kye wants to do is celebrate. He blames himself for his twin’s brother’s death. He hikes up to Rainbow Lake to make peace with him, but Jayden slips down a snowy embankment and impales himself on a tree. He is dying.

Eleanor Baines has been a vampire for over a hundred years but she’s never been tempted to turn a human before. Now, facing the sexy rock star, she has a choice, let him die or let him live.

Now, she finds herself with a head-strong rock singer who breaks all the rules.

Jayden discovers everything he thought he knew is wrong. His best friend and lead guitarist are legendary vampire killers bent on killing him and Eleanor. He must learn to trust Eleanor, a total stranger, to survive. When his manager kidnaps Jayden’s mother and threatens to kill her, Jayden is forced to kill his best friend, or hand over the woman he loves.



Ireland 1641

The burning farm house lit up the black sky. Flames crackled. Heavy footsteps crunched on the ground. Eleanor Baines clenched her fist. A presence hovered over her. Refusing to be taken again, she opened her eyes and swung and missed. “No,” she said. Although soft, determination trumpeted in the simple word. Blood sprayed from her lips. Her left arm broken, she could only fight with her right. She fisted her hand and swung again at her kidnapper’s long leg.

“Easy, lass,” a man said. “I am not going to hurt you.” Another Sassenach. But unlike Emmet Carver’s stony voice, his was smooth and glossy like a lazy river.

He knelt and removed his long coat, casting it over her shivering, naked body. The glow of the fire flickered on his face. He was not one of Emmet’s men. She had never seen him before and would have remembered such a handsome man. He had high cheekbones, a straight nose, and long black hair graced his broad shoulders. Brows wrinkled, he held her gaze with soft brown eyes. “Who did this to you?”

“Emmet, Emmet Carver.” Her tone was frostier and crueler than the winds screaming over the cliffs of Moher.

“I’m sorry.” He looked at her, the concern in his eyes replaced by something more shameful, like he was afraid of her reaction. “’Tis because of me this happened.”

“Why?” She trembled and fumbled for a rock, still not trusting the man.

“Your father was protecting me.”

With his broad shoulders and muscular arms, the man did not look as if he needed protecting.

He reached out his hand. “I promise I will not hurt you.”

She shrank, her heart pattering.

He put his hand close to her nose and regret clouded his brows. “You are near death.”

His scent of leather and horse wiped out the sickening stench of blood and gore.

He pushed the hair out of her face, his touch gentle and kind. “I can offer you a chance to repay Emmet for what he has done to you, your family, and your home. Or you can die in peace and join your family in the next realm while Emmet lives. The choice is yours.”

Hate burned on the back of her throat. “How?” A coughing fit gripped her, and she spewed blood. Her vision clouded, and she fought harder and harder to breathe.

“My name is Janus Morano. And I am a vampire.”

A vampire? Had she descended into hell for failing to defend her virtue?

“Will you accept my gift?”

Behind him, her father’s clenched hand lay unmoving on the grass. His promise of vengeance rang in her ears—The Angel of Death will strike you down.

Emmet had only laughed as her father’s eyes shuttered closed, blood dripping from his mouth.

Eleanor would not deny her father’s dying wish. “I want revenge.” The last thing Emmet Carver would see before he left this world would be an avenging Angel of Death.