The fourth volume in award-winning, NYT bestselling author Colleen Gleason's international bestselling Gardella Vampire Hunter series.
"Buffy the Vampire Slayer meets Jane Austen." --The Book Standard
"...Enough dark, angsty touches that I was utterly wrung out by the end. It is also so good I couldn't wait to get online to see when the next in the series will come out." --All About Romance
"Gleason’s publishing debut…turns vampire stories—and romances—on their ear." --Detroit Free Press
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After narrowly escaping from Rome, Lady Victoria Gardella returns to London, where not even sunrise can stop a vampire's carnage...
Ruining Victoria's homecoming, a vampire stalks the streets of London--during the daylight. Not only is Victoria unable to detect the vampire with her heightened senses, but she's being framed as the prime suspect behind the killings.
Meanwhile, her heart is still divided between the enigmatic Sebastian Vioget and her fellow slayer Max Pesaro. The battle is made even more difficult by the legacy of a vampire's touch--a vampire who left in Victoria's veins boiling blood that forces her fight evil on two fronts: against the new breed of undead threatening London...and against the darkness within herself.
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"A series that is unique, sexy, and definitely very intense." --Romance Reader at Heart
This is a five-book series about Victoria Gardella, Vampire Hunter. The series should be read in order to avoid spoilers. The series order is:
The Rest Falls Away
Rises the Night
The Bleeding Dusk
When Twilight Burns
As Shadows Fade
All five books are now available.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / GeneralVictoria opened her eyes.
A ring of faces looked down at her: Max, his face shadowed but sharp-eyed; Sebastian, golden-haired and tense; Wayren, near the foot of the bed, her pale oval face tight. Ylito and Hannever stood above Victoria’s head, frozen and watchful. She knew from the pattern on the stone walls behind them that she was in the Consilium, the secret, subterranean space belonging to the Venators. The vampire hunters—of which she was the leader.
“What—” Her head felt soupy and her eyelids heavy, and suddenly she remembered. “Beauregard!”
As memory sliced through the fuzziness, she tried to pull up, but her ankles and one of her wrists were caught fast. Someone’s—Max’s—fingers tightened around her left arm, keeping it pinned to the bed beneath her, and before she could react with the anger and confusion erupting inside her, a splash of water caught her over the face.
The cold seeped down into her hair and over the warm skin of her neck, and she jerked beneath her restraints.
“Why did you do that?” she said, glaring up at Ylito, who’d tipped the vial over her face. She raised her free arm, near Sebastian, to brush some of the water from her eye.
No one answered…yet, something in the room had changed. Eased. Sebastian glanced at Wayren, who was looking at Ylito over Victoria.
“Is it possible?” asked the ringlet-haired man.
“I don’t know how it can be, Ylito,” Wayren replied.
The tightness in her dear friend’s face had softened, and her countenance had taken on more of that serene look Victoria was used to seeing.
What was happening?
And then the realization of a searing pain in her neck, and the memory flash of shadows and blood, and long, sleek fangs brought it all back to her.
