BOOK SPOTLIGHT: My Vampire Knight By Krystal Shannan

BOOK SPOTLIGHT: My Vampire Knight by Krystal Shannan War between supernatural forces brings with it a battle of trust and betrayal, and Calliope and Godric must discover if true love can break the spell—or if the curse will keep them apart forever. Download your copy from: https://books2read.com/MyVampireKnight

BLURB Any man she love will die—a curse courtesy of her father and the reason for her tragic past. She's determined not to suffer like that ever again. Then the heart-stopping-wipe-the-drool-from-your-mouth-sexy Godric Devereaux shows up. He's a disowned vampire-djinn hybrid on a mission to save his niece and rejoin his family—if only he can prove he isn't the monster everyone believes him to be. Calliope sees right through the bad-boy persona and into the heart of the dark creature who only wants to belong. He's determined to claim Calliope as his own. All she wants to do is protect him from her curse. But war between supernatural forces brings with it a battle of trust and betrayal, and Calliope and Godric must discover if true love can break the spell—or if the curse will keep them apart forever.

EXCERPT My Vampire Knight, Sanctuary, Texas Book 6 Copyright © 2017 by Krystal Shannan All Rights Are Reserved. Warmth. Heat. Power. It spread through my body with each pull of my fangs. I growled and drank hard, ripping through flesh, punishing him before draining the life from his flailing, worthless form. My gaze drifted to the stained concrete beneath my boots again, and fresh anger surged from the sight of the small girl on the ground at my feet. She couldn't have been more than ten. She had been why I chose my victim. The man in my grasp deserved to feel the life drain from him. And I took every last drop. I hadn't been fast enough to save her, but I could exact vengeance for her life. No one else would do right by her. I finally tore out his throat, ending it, and tossed him to the ground several yards from the small child's body. Then I wiped some of the blood from my face with the back of my hand. Drinking blood was as normal to me as eating had been three thousand years ago. I still ate, but blood was what I really craved. Each feeding was a rush of power and a reminder of what had been stolen—what my choices had cost. I glanced around the dark alley. Apartments loomed up five stories on either side. Not a light could be seen from a single window. The sounds of the city echoed around me—yells, vehicles, sirens, flesh slapping flesh. I turned and peered through the darkness. A pair of humans fucked against the wall behind a dumpster a hundred feet away, completely oblivious to the two murders that'd just been committed. Filth penetrated every brick and crack of concrete. The City of Angels was truly the armpit of the West Coast Republic. And the perfect place for me—a blood sucking creature of the night—to hunt monsters without repercussions. I always ate monsters. People the humans wouldn't miss. People the humans would be grateful I devoured.