The second installment in award-winning, NYT bestselling author Colleen Gleason's international bestselling Gardella Vampire Hunter Series.
"...turns vampire stories—and romances—on their ear." --The Detroit News
"With its wonderfully witty writing, action-infused plot and sharply defined characters, Rises the Night is deliciously dark and delightfully entertaining." --The Chicago Tribune
"A tense plot line and refreshingly diverse supporting characters complete the package, giving series fans plenty to sink their teeth into--and plenty more to look forward to." --Publishers Weekly
"…Heart-stopping scenes and sexual tension. With numerous twists, [Gleason] leaves you hanging, eagerly awaiting the next installment." --Romantic Times
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The saga of Victoria Gardella continues as the glorious nineteenth-century city of Rome gives rise to a new threat from the immortal undead....
Lady Victoria Gardella Grantworth de Lacy has been a vampire slayer for just over a year, balancing her life as a peer of Society with the dangerous role that takes her out on moonlit streets, stake in hand. She has learned brutal and heartbreaking lessons about the sacrifices that must be made in order to save humanity from the evil that secretly preys upon it, but she has not wavered in her vow to fight on.
Now, in Italy, a powerful vampire is amassing the power to control the souls of the dead. As Victoria races across Europe to stop what could be the most deadly army the Gardellas have ever faced, her unlikely companion is Sebastian Vioget--a man as tempting as he is untrustworthy.
But when Victoria discovers she has been betrayed by one of her most trusted allies, the truth will challenge all her powers as a Venator...and as a woman.
The Gardella Vampire Hunters series should be read in order to avoid spoilers. The Victoria books are:
The Rest Falls Away
Rises the Night
The Bleeding Dusk
When Twilight Burns
As Shadows Fade
All five books are now available.
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Praise for the Gardella Vampire Hunters:
"The undead rise to great heights through Gleason's phenomenal storytelling. She creates a chilling world with the perfect atmosphere of fear and sexual tension." --Romantic Times
"Gleason keeps upping the ante with each novel, weaving the characters around her readers with each engaging conversation and narrative, every stage set of all the appropriate gothic gloom and melting beauty." --Book Fetish
"This novel has enough dark, angst touches to it that I was utterly wrung out by the end. It is also so good that I couldn't wait to get online to see when the next in the series will come out…Not for the faint of heart, but the writing is wonderful and the characters really stand out vividly." --All About Romance
Genre: FICTION / Romance / GeneralVictoria tightened her fingers around the ash stake, more out of habit than necessity, and peered around the rough brick corner. It was dark and damp, as London was wont to be shortly after midnight, and the streets just past the safety of Drury Lane were strewn with refuse and scattered with the occasional thief, prostitute, and other such dodgy persons.
Unfortunately, none of said dodgy persons were wreaking any havoc, picking any pockets, or biting any necks.
A year had passed since Phillip died, and Victoria was back on the streets hunting for vampires for the first time since the night she’d removed her vis bulla. She’d spent the last twelve months practicing her fighting skills, and learning to control the rage and grief that had driven her to nearly kill the man in St. Giles. She wanted to be certain she would be able to temper those emotions before reinserting her strength amulet. The silver cross shivered in the hollow of her navel when she walked, and Victoria felt complete again. She was ready.
Which was why she’d taken to the streets late at night, stake in one hand, pistol in the other. Looking for something to do. Someone to save.
She would never stop looking for someone to save.
Victoria shook her head abruptly to dislodge the memory and chase away the guilt that still crawled along her nerves. Her temple scraped against the brick, sending crumbles of mortar dusting to the ground and a dull pain over her skin. And she returned her thoughts to the matter at hand.
