Title:
Desiring Death
Author: C.P. Mandara
Series: Evading Death (Book 1)
Genre: Paranormal/Vampire/Erotica
Publisher: Chimera Books UK
Release Date: 22 January 2015
Edition/Format Available In: eBook /
Paperback
Blurb/Synopsis:
Violetta is an executioner… of vampires.
Famed for her fiery beauty and mesmerising personality, she has never failed an
assignment.
Monsieur Martinet is no ordinary vampire,
though. He is a master at his craft and can control humans with the merest
flick of his eyelids. The vampire huntress with the porcelain skin and flaming
red hair has killed all of his brethren, without exception. He now seeks the
ultimate revenge: her submission in HIS bed.
If he’s allowed to stay alive long enough,
that is.
About the Author
Christina (C.P.) Mandara was born in the
UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three
languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel.
Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south
of France.
She
loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. No, not those
kinds of water sports; think surfing or sailing. That doesn’t mean that she
doesn’t enjoy BDSM in all of its glorious forms, be that pony girls, bondage,
edge play, orgasm denial or a damn good spanking. Her favourite item in the toy
closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.
In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up
with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact,
she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being
tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often
than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or
dark, paranormal fantasies.
Author Links
Blog {Blissful Blog}
Twitter
{@naughtynell101}
Twitter
{@cpmandara}
Other Works by C.P. Mandara
Pony Tales Series
Hot
to Trot (3)
Named
and Shamed (4)
A
Rough Ride (5)
Evading Death Series
Desiring Death (1)
Desiring Death Excerpt:
The door opened silently and she was
greeted by the dim interior within, lit up by little more than candles and a
few strategically placed bulbs, but, oh, how they reflected the light. Rushing
inside her sanctum and striding forwards, as if being further inside the church
would help her in her plight for safety, she couldn’t help but be stunned by
the richness of its design. There was a reason it had been given the nickname
of ‘Chiesa d’Oro,’ or ‘Church of Gold.’
Glittering mosaics lined both the floor and
the ceiling, and the gold glass created a shimmering movement that was truly
incredible. Looking up into the vast height between herself and the domed
ceiling, she had reason to feel very small. Then something clicked inside her
and she realised that not only had she not seen a priest at the door, but
no-one had made a sound since her entrance. Spinning around to scan the area
behind her, she saw that while the door had been closed firmly shut there
appeared to be not a soul in sight. Whilst Violetta would normally have been
more than capable of taking care of herself, she was in no fit state to defend
herself this evening. She could only hope that the benevolent priest who had
answered her call had left her some privacy in which to pray.
‘My, what an impressive effort, cherie.
Futile, of course, but impressive, nevertheless.’ Jumping up in shock, she
looked around and searched frantically for a member of the clergy to come to
her rescue. There was no-one to be found. ‘The priests have been disposed of, cherie.
It’s just you and me.’ And there he was, pristine perfection, looking cool,
calm and unruffled. His full-length dark-grey wool coat had not a mark upon it,
his loafers were polished to a high shine and his hair flopped in beautiful
ebony planes against his face. Not even the wind was able to mar his beauty. He
was lounging against a sixteenth century font to her left and looked
exceptionally comfortable there. She wanted to burst into tears.
Speechless, she watched as both of his
hands cupped themselves together and gathered water from the font. He liberally
splashed himself with it and she knew that he wanted a reaction from her.
Goddamn the man was an utter bastard. She refused to give him one. Violetta
Cancellaro was not going to run over to him and try to tear his eyes out of his
head. That would give him exactly what he wanted. She could not school her
expression, however.
Her eyes shot out of her head and her mouth
dropped open in dismay. ‘You,’ she accused, though no further words were
forthcoming. Her hands were shaking at the thought of what he might have done
to the priests. If she had not come here
tonight, they might still have been alive. She had an awful moment where she
wondered how many deaths would be heaped upon her conscience this evening. ‘Why
did you have to kill them?’ Her legs crumpled downwards and her knees sank to
the tessellated carpet of marble below. They hit the cold, unforgiving floor
with a dull thud.
‘Oh yea of little faith,’ he mocked.
‘Contrary to popular belief, I do not go around murdering messengers of God or
deflowering virgins on a regular basis. For you, I’ll make a special exception,
but the general rule is to steer well clear of them.’ He raised an eyebrow at
her, knowing full well that she did not believe him. ‘Relax, cherie. I sent
them to sleep. They are having a quiet snooze up near the altar.’
She immediately scrabbled to her feet and
turned around to confirm his words. On closer inspection she found two figures,
both clad in voluminous black cassocks, could be seen strung across the front
pew. A few halting steps forward, and she could see that he had in fact told
the truth, for both chests were rising and falling and the sound of gentle
snores could be heard. She remembered to breathe.
‘Come now, princess. It’s time to take a
little trip. I have a four poster bed and several sets of handcuffs with your
name on them, although I think that the dark, black rope would look
particularly fetching wrapped around your alabaster arms. What do you think,
darling?’
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