The Vampire’s Witch, Book 1 of At War in the Willows trilogy
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Synopsis:
The Willows is a resort town run by vampires, werewolves and
witches. Here, their true identities are kept secret from humans, and intimate
relations between the individual clans are strictly forbidden.
When it becomes known that the vampire Amberlyn has fallen in love
with the werewolf Kane, the tedious line of their co-existence has been
crossed. Caught in the crossfire of this revelation, Drake, the vampire clan
leader and Amberlyn’s maker, is killed along with an innocent witch. These
deaths spark a series of horrific events leading to an all out War In The
Willows.
In Book 1, The Vampire’s Witch…Amberlyn’s
vampire brother, Isaac, always one to kick ass first and deal with the
consequences later, kidnaps a witch, Winter. He intends to find out what type
of retaliation the witch clan is planning against the vampires and werewolves.
In doing so, he finds so much more then he bargained for.
By Book 2, The Vampire’s Wolf…Isaac and Winter
devise a plan to try to get the Elders of the clans talking peacefully. But,
things don’t go as they’d hoped, and the fighting between the clans becomes
more devious – deadly. Now, Devin, another vampire of Drake’s making, steps in
to help pick up some of the pieces.
When Book 3, The Vampire’s Human begins, it is
Devin who hides the biggest secret; he’s in love with a local human. In a
moment of desperation – of love – Devin sweeps this human, Sara, away to his
home in order to keep her out of harm’s way.
Unexpected close encounters, bodies ripe with need, and situations
beyond their control lead to forbidden relationships. Now three vampires, a
witch, a werewolf and a human must ride along the edges of the rules. They will
attempt once unthinkable romantic entanglements despite all those who oppose
their relationships, while fighting for their lives as well.
With the Willows full of violence and bloodshed, meetings and
magic amiss, will the clans ever be able to find peace among them again? Or,
will this war destroy the Willows?
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The
Vampire’s Witch by Kiki Howell
Excerpt:
One draw of blood into his mouth, and
her hips violently trembled. She cried out, but rather than sensing her
pleasure, he felt she was casting a spell on him. Her magic poured over him,
through him like blood through his veins. He felt her climax as it traveled
deep into his groin, filling the area with pleasure. His cock was rock hard,
waves of contractions flowed through him. Thoughts, not his, entered his head, my Goddess, Isaac Roberts, just made me
come! Fuck me Isaac.
He pulled back. Staring at her, he
only realized he’d left the wound marks open on her thigh when blood dripped
onto his leg. He licked over tiny holes to seal her flesh, to let it start to
heal, before turning back to confront her.
“You did that on purpose. You pushed
thoughts into my head.”
“Yes. Mind games. I’m a witch. I’m
brilliant at them.”
“But, so easily. Can you hear my
thoughts?”
“If I wanted to, I could control
them. You vamps don’t fear us for nothing. But, I wouldn’t do that to you. I
think you know that. I think you can feel enough of me, of my magic, to know
I’m not a threat to you.”
Isaac nodded, looking at her body,
her skin glowing in the light of the few lamps that were still on. He realized
he’d slept with the light on last night; his face exposed no less. As well,
he’d slept like the dead with a stranger in his bed, unprotected. However, the
realization brought him pure power rather than vulnerability. Usually, he cared
little for life, but right now, he wanted to live it. Question was, could he
live with that kind of change?
Like a lion over its prey, he came
over her, his body feeling heavy as it met her softness from head to toe. He
kissed her gently – for the first time – taking his time to savor the feel of
her lips on his, her tongue rubbing along his fangs.
“I taste not only my own arousal, but
my own blood.”
“Damn, that was one sexy sentence.”
He smiled down at her. And, damn but he could get used to this. A connection,
love at first sight, mortal enemies, he just could no longer deny or resist any
of it no matter how dangerous or stupid it was.
Moving his hips, he nestled his
between hers. The hard, tight, head of his cock met her warm, wet, softness.
“Am I too cold?” he whispered, as he
felt her shudder again.
“No, not too cold.”
When she smiled, his heart – the one
that no longer beat, but lay dead in his chest – felt like it came alive for
one moment. He reached for the blanket on the bed and pulled it over them,
hoping to keep some of her body heat in it. He felt deliciously warm. She made
him feel so alive, like a true man again. He couldn’t control her thoughts and
didn’t know how to send his own to her, as she’d just done to him, so he spoke
instead. His fear of rejection outweighed by his pleasure.
“You make me feel so alive again, I
swear my heart beat. I feel your warmth, not only in your blood running through
me, but every place we touch. For so long, I’ve hardened myself from the world,
taking some physical pleasures, but denying any existence of humanity inside
myself. That is, until last night when I held you in my arms, carried you across
town. You saved me, ten years ago and now. I didn’t know it until just this
moment.”
“You’ve saved me too.”
“From what?”
“My solitary existence, even if for
just one night if that is all this can be.”
He swept his lips over hers, their
smiles coinciding with each other. He entered her then, pushing his length
inside her body, feeling her inner walls adjust around him. She practically
purred. Their initial slow rhythm became frenzied quickly. Her inner walls
gripped him as he moved in and out of her. Her fingers dug into his back. He
felt her power swirl around them again, and her voice came across clear in his
mind.
Bite me, Isaac. It’s all right. I know you want to.
He did. His fangs piercing her neck
sent him over the edge. As her blood flowed into his mouth again, his seed shot
into her – void of life, but strong. She quivered around him, tightened and
loosened, milking him of every last drop of his come as she came herself.
After healing her wounds with his
tongue, he bunched the blanket more in between their chests to protect her from
his chill. He moaned when he slipped from inside her. He knew though, that the
lost connection would have been worse, if some part of her didn’t still
envelope him with her energy.
“Better than I ever dreamed it could
be,” she said as she looked up into his eyes. He knew they were still dark, but
she didn’t look away. “I could probably heal your face now, with a spell, a few
herbs. Not that I care what you look like, you’re beautiful. But, I feel
guilty, like I might have done this to you.” Tears slipped from her eyes, tiny
knives into his heart, which was just now coming alive.
“No. Don’t feel like that. You’ve
already healed something in me that I didn’t care until now was even broken.”
A sound in the distance, the feeling of
his family drawing near, had him moving her with lightening speed into the
closet; the only hiding space in the whole damn place save for the bathroom.
“There is a door behind this wall.
Get in there so they don’t feel you. I’m sorry.”
He left her there, saying something
like a prayer to god only knew who, that she would be safe – remain hidden.
Although, he knew already, he would protect her to his death. A vampire and a witch? No different than my
sister with a werewolf? This was his last thought as the main door opened,
and he shoved her nightgown and what was left of her panties under the sheet on
the bed.
About Kiki Howell
Ever
since she was young, Kiki Howell has loved to listen to a well-woven tale with
real characters, inspired plots, and delightful resolutions. Kiki spend hours
lost in books and soon knew creating lives, loves, and losses with just words
had to be the greatest thing she could do. She’s now had over thirty stories
published and couldn’t be more thrilled or grateful to see her creations
polished and out in the real world.
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