Eden's Hell, I: The First
In
the beginning…
God
created man and called him Adam, a fine specimen replicated in his own image.
He then created woman to ease Adam’s loneliness and named her Lillith.
Unfortunately, God realized his mistake too late in giving woman free will, for
she would rule her domain—not man.
When
Lillith left Adam, God created another for his first-born son and gave her the
name Eve and a kingdom called Eden, but by then it was too late, for he’d
unleashed Hell into the world of man.
Dark Diary, II: The First
Daniella
Rolfe, a seven-century old First vampire is unwittingly drawn
together with a City of Winnipeg detective, who happens to be investigating a
string of some rather bizarre serial murders. It doesn’t take long for her to
discover that this mere mortal man holds more power over her than any
she's ever known.
And Aiden…he's only dreamed about women like Daniella.
Blood battles and broken vows are just the beginning of Daniella
Rolfe’s woes.
Kindred Blood, III: The First
There
is nothing thicker—or stronger—than kindred blood.
Being
married in Scotland sounds like the perfect romantic getaway, doesn't it? For
Daniella Rolfe and Aiden Blackmore, the nightmare they'd left behind was just
the beginning. When Aiden is kidnapped,
Daniella will go to any lengths to ensure he's brought safely back to her, no
matter the amount of blood to be shed. Together with Spencer Dalton, a private
investigator she hired to help find Aiden, they begin to unravel more than they
bargained for.
Broken
vows are the least of Daniella's worries now.
*These books
are erotic romance novels with strong sexual content*
About the Author:
Dawné Dominique is a multi-published author of paranormal romance
and fantasy. Weaving tales of intrigue that include riveting characters and
spellbinding plots, she takes great pleasure in immersing an unsuspecting
reader into the worlds she created, refusing to let them go until that last
page is read.
She embraces life with one simple rule:
“Everything in life happens
for a reason, be it good or bad, and
it’s because of this we
learn to never take anything for granted.”
Short Excerpt: EDEN'S HELL, I: The First
Addison entered the bedroom, but stopped to listen to the
lulling rhythm of Eva’s heartbeat. Its cadence flowed like a rush of warm water
cascading over his body. Usually fatigued by the arrival of dawn, this night
ended on a rush of energy.
Something about this female intrigued him. Hell, she’d sent all
his common sense right out the window. He felt like a beached Corbina thrashing
in the sand. There was something about her, perhaps a familiarity that
unfortunately centuries of time and loneliness had erased from his memory.
His languid sigh echoed in the quiet of the bedroom as he moved
to the platform bed. He waved a hand and the mattress and metal dais
soundlessly slid to one side. He’d personally built the secret passage after
the house had been constructed. No one knew of its existence, not even Satrina.
Down there, he was truly safe—his sanctuary, and prison.
He descended the crudely cut steps of lichen-covered rock into
bleak darkness where night creatures like him belonged. Halfway down, he
stopped. His essence searched. Satisfied Eva remained safe, he continued into
complete darkness.
Hewn walls glittered with damp rock, soil, and sand. At the snap
of his fingers, a freestanding torch burst into flame. Shadows danced across
the chamber walls. Although this was California, the chill of a place hidden
forever from the sun seeped into his preternatural flesh, a blanket of ice that
was forever his companion. His heartbeat slowed and he waited for the
inevitable—its eventual stopping, as it always did until he fed again.
Loneliness tortured him here, but tonight it ripped through him like
dull knives. This cloistered hole in the ground was the one place he could
never escape from, and every dawn he returned, a perpetual reminder of what he
was.
He closed his eyes, and the gentle caress of Eva’s essence
rolled through him, making him despise the creature he was even more. Penance
was penance, however, and the curse…all part and parcel. But with Eva here, he
didn’t feel so alone anymore. He hadn’t realized how forlorn he’d become. It
made the decision all that more right.
Satrina will never have
her.
With laden limbs, he stripped off his clothes and lay upon the
icy stone slab he called a bed. The torch sputtered as he extinguished it with
a twist of his mind, and true darkness encompassed the chamber.
Short Excerpt: DARK DIARY, II: The First
He waited, crouched behind a
corner several blocks down from her domicile. He’d lingered and watched her so
often that his feet had worn a groove in the cement. His eyes narrowed as
Daniella disappeared into the night to hunt, but this time for vengeance. He
grinned and shivered with morbid delight. Memories of past vindictive feedings
brought a rush of blood that centralized between his legs. He’d never known a
vampire like Daniella Rolfe. And never had he seen such a formidable,
dominating creature when tracking game. No other held more beauty, or terror.
Slinking from his hiding place, he shrouded himself within a spell of
deep shadows and followed, careful to keep his distance. She had uncanny
territorial radar, a power he’d envied from the first moment he’d sensed it. As
he tracked Daniella, he licked his lips to stop from drooling. It had been a
long time since he’d seen this magnificent creature strike down prey.
Short Excerpt: KINDRED BLOOD, II: The First
As Teanna walked past the observation room, Kon
grabbed her arm and threw her inside. She flinched as her naked body slammed
against the monitor, almost knocking the machine off the ledge.
“What in damnation was that all about? You were
supposed to woo him, not rape him!” He swung and backhanded her across the
face, the resounding slap screaming between them.
She wiped her palm across the cut on her lip.
“That’s my way of wooing, Kon. If you
don’t like it, too fucking bad! I tasted his blood. It’s useless. He hadn’t had
a full feeding, which means Daniella’s blood hasn’t fused with his.”
Kon shook with rage. There was no taming this
bitch. “You selfish, greedy wench. And whose fault was that?”
“We needed to secure him, and we did,” she
retaliated hotly. “Wasn’t that part of your plan? Get Daniella out of the way
and nab the detective? Now you expect me to woo and earn his trust after I
tortured him? Jesus Christ, Kon! We need Daniella, not her pet! Now here’s what
I propose we do. We’re going to stretch out the detective’s feedings. I will
become his teat, and he the baby. When he sees me, he’ll know I’m that breast
of mother’s blood; after that, I’ll just be a luscious tit to him. I’ll keep
him fed, both nutritionally and sexually.”
Kon calmed with difficulty. This vamp’s
stupidity knew no bounds, but on this, she was right, and he despised her all
the more. “Daniella feeds every thirty days or she becomes rabid, like he is
now. I knew you were a slut, Teanna, but...” He shook his head in disgust.
She drew herself to full height and loomed over
him. “You still don’t get it, do you? Her blood hasn’t had a chance to fuse
with his system. Once his plasma is completely replaced, it’s her blood that
will complete the process from vampire to The First. We need Daniella! Get her
here, and I’ll ensure Damien’s plan works. You may be head honcho, but I’m the
one doing all the dirty work, so we’re doing it my way. Understand?”
“That is the plan,” he said icily.
She leaned close. “And if you ever, ever strike
me again, I—will—kill—you. Plan or no fucking plan.” She turned and stomped
out.
He went back to the monitor and carefully
watched Aiden. Damien hadn’t heeded the risks involved with the serum. It had
suppressed the thirst, yes, but all the test vamps eventually became immune to
it—then the rage and madness followed. He’d tried to warn Damien. With this new
test subject, perhaps there was a way of refining it.
