The award-winning, New York Times bestselling author Colleen Gleason's International Bestselling Gardella Vampire Hunter Series.
"Sophisticated, sexy, surprising!" --J.R. Ward
"Colleen Gleason’s irresistible…series is deliciously dark and delightfully entertaining. --Chicago Tribune
"Gleason’s publishing debut turns vampire stories—and romances—on their ear." --Detroit Free Press
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Beneath the glitter of dazzling nineteenth century London Society lurks a bloodthirsty evil…
Vampires have always lived among them, quietly attacking unsuspecting debutantes and dandified lords as well as hackney drivers and Bond Street milliners. If not for the vampire slayers of the Gardella family, these immortal creatures would have long ago taken control of the world.
In every generation, a Gardella is called to accept the family legacy, and this time, Victoria Gardella Grantworth is chosen, on the eve of her debut, to carry the stake. But as she moves between the crush of ballrooms and dangerous moonlit streets, Victoria’s heart is torn between London’s most eligible bachelor, the Marquess of Rockley, and her dark, dangerous duty.
And when she comes face-to-face with the most powerful vampire in history, Victoria must ultimately make a choice between duty and love.
This is a five-book series about Victoria Gardella, Vampire Hunter. The series should be read in order to avoid spoilers. The series is:
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 Series
"The Rest Falls Away, Gleason's publishing debut...turns vampire stories--and romances--on their ear with a decidedly dark, decidedly unsentimental Regency heroine who stakes the undead with the best of them." --Detroit Free Press
"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
"...Above all, the writing is what recommends this book most. Gleason's writing is sharp and taut, which makes for excellent action sequences, and a plot that travels quickly from the start. The writing strength alone gives me ample reassurance that this potentially plot-heavy series is in the right hands. I'm definitely looking forward to the next installment." --Smart Bitches Love Trashy Books
"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
Genre: FICTION / Romance / GeneralInternational bestselling series in US, UK, Italy, and Germany.
Looking for Portuguese (Brazilian), Dutch, and other translations.
His footsteps were soundless, but Victoria felt him moving.
She grasped the bark of the oak, pressing her body into the tree as if it could suck her into safety. But all she felt was unyielding roughness. She couldn’t stay here.
Crouching, curling her fingers around a heavy stick, she eased from the safe shadow of the tree and into the liquid silver of moonlight. The sharp snap of a twig beneath her boot sent her bolting on now-silent feet into another nearby shadow….
She could hear him breathing.
And feel the reverberations of his heartbeat.
It thumped loud, steady, strong, pumping into her ears, pulsing through her body as if it were her own organ.
Victoria moved again, her skirts flapping around her ankles as she dashed from the sound of her pursuer. She tore through the underbrush, dodging from tree to tree and leaping over fallen logs as though she were a mare given her head.
His solid footfalls came closer and faster as she ran.
A branch tore at her face. Brush snagged her skirts.
She ran and ran and ran in the white moonlight, clutching her stick, and still he came, his heartbeat as steady as his tramping feet.
Hardly before she realized it, Victoria stumbled down a small incline and splashed into a creek. The prop of the stick kept her from falling as she slogged through the thigh-high water, her skirts becoming leaden, weighing her down, slowing her until she could barely take another step.
A cry of rage from behind tore her attention as she staggered up the small incline on the other side of the creek.
As she climbed out, she turned and saw him standing there on the opposite bank. She couldn’t see his face…but his eyes gleamed in the dark, and fury and frustration emanated from his body. But he did not follow her.
He did not cross the running water.
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