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Title: Dark Prince
Author: Michelle Hercules
COVER DESIGN: Michelle Hercules
PHOTOGRAPHER: Michelle Lancaster (@lanefotograf)
MODEL: Chase Mattson
About Dark Prince:
I’m
neither, but I have to get in at all costs. My brother made a big mistake, and
now I have to fix it by stealing from the most powerful and cruel vampire to
ever come to Bloodstone, Lucca Della Morte. If that wasn’t almost suicidal, I
need to get it done before the spell concealing my human nature wears off.
But
I forget that I’m only pretending to be a vampire. I’m still human and
susceptible to Lucca’s dangerous allure. His darkness calls to my soul. His
savagery makes my blood sing. I’m falling for the dark prince, craving him in a
visceral way that’s frightening and exciting at the same time.
If
he discovers my secret, he’ll destroy me. And yet, I can’t help wanting to get
closer. I never thought I had a death wish until I met him.
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My latest snack is passed out on the VIP couch,
utterly spent. Feeding and fucking go hand in hand, but unlike the human
currently snoring next to me, I’m far from satisfied. My strength has returned,
and thanks to all the blood I’ve drunk already, I’m almost caught up on what I
missed in the past ninety-five years. Blood remembers.
Opposite me, Saxon is busy getting it on with
some random girl. Ronan and Manu have disappeared to I-don’t-know-where. So
much for my reawakening party. That’s my inner circle in a nutshell—a bunch of
assholes. Not that I’m any better.
I catch the attention of the nearest bouncer,
signaling him to get rid of the passed out human. I’m ready for the next one.
Not a minute later, I find my new target. A
pretty little thing in black leather is walking over, carrying one single shot
on her tray. Slender yet curvy in all the right places, blonde hair cascading
down her back, and full lips begging to be tasted, she’s exactly what I need.
Immediately, my fangs descend, and my cock
hardens. I watch her approach, not hiding the hunger that’s surely shining in
my eyes now. When she stops in front of me, I can hear how fast her heart is
beating; I can smell her fear.
Interesting.
Most humans who come to these places aren’t
afraid of us. They know exactly what we want, and they give it willingly in the
hopes of being turned. Little do they know we no longer have that power.
“What’s your name, sugar?” I ask, not hiding
the craving in my voice.
“Re-Rebecca.” She clutches the tray harder
while tremors run through her body.
A lie. That’s not her name. I’m not surprised
she wasn’t truthful. She’s not afraid; she’s gripped by terror, which makes her
even more alluring to me. I’m a predator after all.
Not taking my eyes off her face, I run my
fingers up her naked legs. “What do you have for me, Rebecca?”
She doesn’t answer for a couple of beats. In
fact, she’s not even breathing. I suspect she might bolt out of here at any
second.
“A special shot. On the house,” she finally
replies.
My lips curl into a grin. I was wondering when
Derek Blackwater, the owner of Havoc, would send me a welcome gift. He was the
last human to be turned into a vampire, and thus, he’s almost as old as I. But
that’s as far my knowledge of his dark past goes. The guy is a mystery.
“Is that so?” My hand disappears underneath her
skirt, and when I squeeze her ass, she gasps.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
My pulse skyrockets. Damn it. It’s
normal to be thirstier soon after an awakening, but my reaction to this human
is stronger than I anticipated.
With shaking hands, she hands over the shot
glass. I don’t know what kind of drink this is, but I’m past the point of
caring. I throw my head back and drink it in one single gulp. Immediately, my
head becomes fuzzy.
With a frown, I stare at the empty glass,
seeing double. “What the hell?”
I sense someone yank on my necklace, a piece of
jewelry I never take off. The fucking human is trying to steal from me. My
movements are sluggish now, which means she laced my drink with vampire’s bane.
Motherfucker.
The necklace chain snaps at the same time that
I manage to get over the poison’s effect. I’m fully recharged, thanks to my
ninety-five-year nap, and thus, I’m less susceptible to vampire’s bane’s
effects. The thief is about to take off, but I grab her wrist, digging my nails
into her soft skin, drawing blood. A single whiff of her scent changes
everything. My vision turns crimson, my eyes zero in on her neck, and my ears
only hear the sound of her blood pumping in her veins.
The desire to sink my fangs into her soft skin
is no longer about retribution. This is pure and raw bloodlust.
I jump from the couch, trapping the girl
between my arms. She struggles, she screams, but no one will come to her aid.
Sudden pain shoots up the back of my head,
clearing my vision for a second. The human is pulled from me by Saxon, and then
Manu is blocking my way.
“What the hell, Lucca! I leave you alone for a
moment, and that’s what you do?” Her golden eyes are glowing in the dark,
showing how angry she’s with me.
“She poisoned me with vampire’s bane,” I grit
out, trying to control the feral instinct that’s demanding I rip the human’s
throat to shreds.
“Let me go!” She fights Saxon’s hold.
“Take it easy, sweet cheeks. You’re not going
anywhere.”
I don’t dare to move. I’m not over the
bloodlust yet. I haven’t succumbed to it since the worst evening of my life
centuries ago. Why now?
“What’s this?” Saxon pulls an object from the
girl’s grasp.
“My necklace,” I say. “Bitch came here to steal
from me.”
Saxon lobs it in my direction, and then Manu
whirls around, displaying her talon-like nails. Fuck. Now
she wants a piece of the human too.
No. She’s mine.
“Who sent you here?” my sister asks the girl.
The thief doesn’t have a chance to reply. Ronan
comes running, his face twisted in the deepest frown and his entire body
exuding anger. He spares a fleeting glance at the puny human in Saxon’s grasp
and then turns to me.
“We’ve got company,” he says. “Tatiana’s
sycophants are here.”
Damn everything to hell. They had to show up now. I could simply kill
the human with a single blow and be done with retaliation. But my body
immediately rejects that idea. I can’t do it.
With regret, I turn to Saxon. “Forget her.”
His eyebrows furrow while he watches me as if
I’d lost my mind. I’m not sure I haven’t. Releasing someone who poisoned me and
tried to steal from me is not my MO, but my revenge will have to wait. I have
an older debt to settle and a message to send.
About Michelle Hercules:
Michelle Hercules resides in The Netherlands with her
husband and daughter. She is currently working on the Legends of Gattica series.
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