Thursday, January 4, 2018

Book Spotlight- Caressed by the Edge of Darkness by Amanda J. Greene

Title: Caressed by the Edge of Darkness
Series: Rulers of Darkness (#5)
Author: Amanda J. Greene
Published Date: 10/10/17

Book Description:
Hardened by centuries of torture, former blood slave, Gabriel Erhard, is driven by an insatiable need to destroy his enemies. Violence darkens his battered soul, leaving no place for mercy in his world. Gabriel’s only desire is vengeance—until he finds her.
Seized by vampires, bound as a slave, and placed on the auction block, Jordan Culver is instantly entranced by the dangerous male who claims her. Jordan’s new captor vows to set her free, but his haunted gaze burns with savage desire and his wicked kiss makes her crave his touch and...complete surrender.
While Gabriel battles his enemies, he will break every sacred law to achieve his ultimate goal—uniting the Outcast Society and creating a new vampire Clan. But the distracting human with mesmerizing violet eyes jeopardizes his plans. With very soft whisper she evokes his tormented memories, testing his sanity and challenging his every boundary. Can Jordan help him overcome the miseries of his past and find a future with her?

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Gabriel softly hummed a lullaby to the shivering, injured, unconscious woman he cradled in his arms. His suit jacket was wrapped around her shoulders, concealing the white lingerie she wore that was soaked from blood and melted snow, the delicate material translucent. Her head tucked against his neck, he pressed her tightly against his chest providing, what warmth he could. Careful to keep his steps light and his movements smooth, he gracefully trekked through the snow with his precious bundle.
Gannon gaped, shock rounded his eyes. He’d been staring like a moron since he found the couple. Gabriel’s blond hair was mussed from the chase. His ruthless gaze softened as he stared down at the woman. Tiny flecks of ice threaded her burgundy hair like a halo and caught on her lashes. She was an ethereal beauty in his arms. The scent of blood spiced the winter air and crimson speckled the snow at Gabriel’s feet.
The vampire king and his bride, Gannon thought as he watched them. A scene straight from a dark fairytale.
“Collect the Slave Handler,” Gabriel order the men as he brushed past Gannon.
The soldiers snapped into action, raced into the forest, and promptly returned with Klein’s body.
Gannon’s surprise doubled when he noted the vampire’s head was twisted unnaturally to the side and the dagger that was buried between his shoulder blades and not his heart. “You let him live?”
Gabriel opened the back door of the Hummer and laid Jordan across the bench seat. “For questioning,” he replied, his voice thick and jagged as gravel. “He wears an Officer’s badge.”
“Sorry I couldn’t get here sooner. Subduing the guards that followed you across the border took longer than expected.”
Gabriel grunted in response then climbed into the backseat beside the mortal. He reached forward and cranked up the heat. “Let’s hit it.”
Gannon nodded and shrugged out of his own suit jacket. He tossed it to Gabriel, who promptly draped it over Jordan’s exposed legs. Turning to address the soldiers Gannon commanded, “Roll out.”
Their men loaded the incapacitated vampire into an awaiting SUV and the convoy pulled into formation: one in front and the other behind the king’s vehicle.
Gannon slipped behind the Hummer’s steering wheel.
“Holy f—” Gannon’s curse died as he slapped a hand over his mouth, hiding his fangs. He held his breath, terrified of losing control. The girl’s blood smelled…delicious. The aroma filled the Hummer making the spacious vehicle feel as confining as a coffin. Her blood was everywhere. Crimson darkened her hair, soaked the improvised tourniquet around her head, and smeared Gabriel’s chest. Gannon felt his eyes shift, his vampire rising, responding to the taunting, sweet scent.
Gabriel’s deep, aggressive growl snapped Gannon from his trance, and he slammed the Hummer into gear, plowing through the snow. “She’s bleeding out.”
Gabriel didn’t respond. With gentle fingers, he brushed aside the snow dampened and blood streaked hair from Jordan’s too pale face. The leather pad of his thumb adoringly stroked her blue hued lips.
When they reached the highway, Gannon glanced over his shoulder and asked, “Should we take her to a hospital?”
“We can’t risk running into Boras’ supporters.”
“But she’s…in really bad shape.”
“We’ll stick to the plan,” Gabriel insisted, his tone flat. “When we get back to the jets, Scott will see to her. He can call ahead to have the compound’s O.R. readied if necessary.”
Gannon bit his tongue, halting his reply. He hoped the tiny mortal could hold on until they reached Las Vegas, but instinct told him only a miracle would save her. He couldn’t bring himself to contemplate the consequences of her death. His king was already walking the edge of sanity.

About the Author:
Amanda J. Greene creates paranormal romance for ravenous readers. She lives in Southern California, where she enjoys escaping the rewarding but hectic world of writing by spending time in the sun and sand with her husband and their two dogs.

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