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COVER DESIGN: Michelle Hercules
PHOTOGRAPHER: Michelle Lancaster (@lanefotograf)
MODEL: Chase Mattson
There are only two ways a human can cross the gates of Bloodstone Institute: as a familiar to one of the blueblood vampires who attend the elite school or as a snack.
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.


Michelle Hercules always knew creative arts were her calling but not in a million years did she think she would become an author. With a background in fashion design she thought she would follow that path. But one day, out of the blue, she had an idea for a book. One page turned into ten pages, ten pages turned into a hundred, and before she knew, her first novel, The Prophecy of Arcadia, was born.
Michelle Hercules resides in The Netherlands with her husband and daughter. She is currently working on the Legends of Gattica series.


Brittany
He watched me from afar for over a year.
Everywhere I went, he was there. His eyes on me.
Little by little, he got closer. He stalked his prey…and that prey was me.
But I wanted to be caught.
I wanted to be his.
I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.
So I gave into him.
I was his.
Derek
She was mine.
She had been from the second her eyes connected with mine from across the room.
I waited. I watched and when she was ready, she became mine.
She owned all of me, heart and soul, and I owned every single piece of her.
Problem was, someone else decided they wanted her too.
But nobody threatens her and lives to tell the story.




Dear Readers,
I am so thrilled to re-release my Vampire Warrior Kings books with all new gorgeous covers and new content in each book, including brand new epilogues in books two and three. Vampires were my first love as a reader and a writer, so it was a thrill to get to immerse myself in this world again. I hope you’ll give the Vampire Warrior Kings a try! Thanks for reading!

Kael McQuillan, Warrior King of the Vampires, loathes the Night of the Proffering. He needs the blood of either his mate or a human virgin to maintain his strength, but hasn’t enjoyed the ritual since he lost his wife centuries ago. Kael doesn’t want a new companion, yet his resolve is tested when he meets his newest offering. She’s beautiful and poised, but her curious, mismatched eyes intrigue him more than they should, and when he hurts her, he can’t help wanting another chance…
Shayla McKinnon knows the rules: Serve the needs of the Vampire Warrior King. Obey his commands. Don’t ask questions. But knowing the rules doesn’t always mean that Shayla follows them. She’s waited her whole life for this moment, for a chance to become part of another world—for the possibility of getting justice for those she’s lost. And Kael is her darkest fantasy come to life, even though he’s intimidating as hell, too.
Now they’re locked in a red-hot battle of wills, and the only question is which one will end up on their knees…


American exchange student Kate Bordessa has fled to Russia to escape her family’s hopes that she’ll become one of the Proffered—human women who feed and mate with elite vampire warriors, cementing an eons-old alliance. The very idea terrifies her, but when she stumbles upon a wounded vampire in the streets of Moscow, she’s instinctively driven to protect him—and feels an undeniable spark of desire.
Grieving over the deaths of his brothers, Vampire Warrior King Nikolai Vasilyev throws himself into battling his ancient enemies, focused only on guilt and vengeance—until the attack that brings him to beautiful, fearless Katya. She gives him a second chance that makes Nikolai want something more for the first time in so long…
When their sexual attraction explodes into one night of uncontrolled passion, fate marks them as mates. But is their connection strong enough to convince them to embrace a destiny neither of them wanted?


Henrik Magnusson is supposed to be immortal, but a mysterious ailment leaves the Vampire Warrior King near death, and not even the blood of the Proffered—human virgins trained to feed and mate with the elite warriors—sustains him. Then he rescues a beautiful young woman from the Soul Eaters, his ancient enemies, and she sets off a bloodlust and a desire he hasn’t felt for centuries.
Photographer Kaira Sorenson’s life takes a nightmare turn when she’s saved by a…vampire. But she’s seen too much, and now she’s his prisoner. All of which means she should be afraid of Henrik, but he’s regal, tormented, and hot as hell, and she can’t deny her intense attraction to him. And then she learns that her blood may be his only salvation…
Kaira knows what it’s like to be sick, so she agrees to help Henrik. But when feeding turns into a scorching night of so much more, she must decide if she’s willing to be his forever—but will the king release her so she can freely choose?

The king’s hands threaded under her arms and, with little effort, pulled her to her feet. And then he pressed his mouth to Shayla’s.
Her mind erupted into a cacophony of joyous confusion. She’d been specifically told there would be no kissing. The king did not kiss.
But, holy hell! Did the king ever kiss.
His large frame bent down over her, surrounding her in his heat. His full lips sucked and pulled at hers and his tongue demanded entrance and exploration, which she freely granted. His hard muscles bunched and thrummed around her, setting her body on fire everywhere they touched. The scent of powerful masculinity filled her nose, and the exquisite flavor of his tongue in her mouth intoxicated her. And, oh God, every time she felt the passing hardness of his fangs as they kissed made her whimper and moan. Her body readied itself immediately for his, moistening, opening.
Having shielded herself from physical relationships, she was astounded to learn her body had the ability to produce this crazy, urgent euphoria. Her brain scrambled to process each new, maddening sensation. In that moment, she would’ve done anything to maintain the feeling.
Was it always like this?
Kael growled low in his chest as his mouth came at her again and again, and Shayla felt the vibration of the feral sound against her breasts. She squeezed her thighs together, seeking friction to satisfy even a little of her now uncontrollable lust. Her mouth was so filled with his probing tongue it was difficult to get enough oxygen, but his kisses convinced her she could live without it as long as he continued to devour her so intensely.
Never had she imagined the expression of physical love could make her feel so wanted, so needed.
His obvious pleasure throbbed against her stomach and flooded her with unbelievable feelings of power, and just a little fear. Because they were off the grid now, outside the bounds of the rules and expectations she’d been taught during her training. And she was thrilled it might mean he was as affected by her as she was by him. Wherever the king was leading them, she was only too happy to follow. In truth, she felt powerless to do otherwise.
A sharp, piercing sensation nicked the edge of her tongue. Kael groaned and she gasped into his mouth. He bit me! They said he wouldn’t—
All thinking abruptly halted as he sucked on her tongue and fed. She could feel the pulling flow of her blood. It was an electric rush that set her body on fire.
As if she didn’t already burn for him. As if she wasn’t already wet for him.
From just their first kiss…

Laura Kaye is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of over 40 books in contemporary, erotic, and paranormal romance and romantic suspense, and has sold nearly two million books in the U.S. alone. Laura grew up amid family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses, cementing her life-long fascination with storytelling and the supernatural. A former college history professor, Laura also writes bestselling historical women’s fiction as Laura Kamoie. Laura lives in Maryland with her husband and two daughters, and and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.





















Clint Marino wasn’t the definition of a perfect catch. He was damaged, cruel…and carried the reputation of being many people’s worst nightmare. So how had he come into my life?
Simple.
I was a job he needed to complete.
But somewhere along the way, things became disjointed, confused. I found myself holding onto him instead of running away.
Did that make me naïve? More than likely. But after learning his weakness, I wanted to fix it. Seeing the blatant pain he tried to hide, I had an overwhelming desire to help.
I soon became enthralled, addicted to his broken pieces, blind to the storm headed our way.
When it hit, its impact was devastating, leaving me gasping for air…

I stepped off the elevator and walked up to her door, raising my hand to knock, but paused, slowly turning the knob instead. When it turned, I gradually pushed the door open, giving the immediate area a thorough search before stepping inside. She sat on the couch, feet tucked underneath her. The dress she wore to the club no longer hugged her petite body. Instead, she wore thin leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that fell off one of her shoulders.
Did she think changing her clothes made her less attractive? Did she assume it would prevent me from craving her? Erase the need to rip her clothes off and give her everything I had to offer? My dick throbbed.
I shook my head, trying to collect my thoughts. This meeting was strictly professional. A job. It didn’t matter how tempting she was, the innocent vibes she put off. How the thin fabric of the dress she wore at the club allowed me to visualize every curve and dip of her body.
She was reckless tonight. The Valerie I had studied a year before would have never acted so carelessly. She was always hesitant to show her beauty, except when she danced. Those moments were the ones that caused a beast like me to bow before her.
Her actions tonight had proven only one thing. She was hurting, confused.
Something had changed in her.
Watching her on the couch, she had the same look as in the photograph I had of her. Lonely. Distant. Defeated.
She looked up, her eyes meeting mine. No blink. No gasp. No typical reaction people gave me when they knew my presence wasn’t necessarily welcome. She knew I had a purpose.
“What do you want?”
She sounded tired, voicing the same question she had twice before. I paused. What did I want?
I stepped farther into the living room and rested my arm on the mantel of the fireplace that warmed the small apartment I knew easily cost three grand a month. Her daddy’s money reeked in every inch of the space. The term privileged fit her perfectly. Was she aware of how her father earned the money that kept his family so comfortable? I was pretty sure it was the reason Valerie’s file had been thrown my way. Threatening what a person adored most was an old tactic to get somebody to do what you wanted. It never failed.
“Do you know who I am, Valerie?”
I focused on the flames and retrieved her phone from my back pocket, carefully placing it on the mantel, waiting. I could hear her swallow and shift on the couch, but I didn’t look up.
“You saved me,” she whispered. “If you wouldn’t have been out there, he would’ve…”
Her words seemed to catch in her throat, proving she knew what was bound to happen, making peace with it. What had made her give up?
“No one cared. Nobody tried to stop him.”
My eyes shifted to hers, catching the question in them. She was doubtful of my intentions, which gave me relief. It let me know she saw my truth.
“Not every savior has good intentions, Ms. Reid. Not every person who comes to your rescue wants to help.”
Seemingly of my own accord, my feet carried me over to the couch. I stopped, towering above her, breathing like a starved man waiting to feast.
“Maybe they are saving you for themselves. To punish. To break.”
She sucked in a breath. But my proximity seemed to ignite arousal, not fear. She scooted closer. Her body was in the perfect position for me to claim. I wanted to mark her with my scent. Had the sickening desire to keep her locked away for myself.
“Are you going to hurt me?” Her voice was low, husky, as I crouched down in front of her, our faces barely an inch apart. I was hard. She was willing. The only sound in the room that of the crackling fire and our own breathing. In that instant, when my calloused hands lightly caressed her thighs as I looked into her pale gray eyes, I made my decision.
“Get some sleep. Ms. Reid.”
I stood swiftly, making my way to the door, the anger and need building inside me threatening to burst through.
Without turning, I continued. “And a word of advice… Always lock your door. You never know who might barge in.”


Brittani Marí is a writer and reader. Her friends call her crazy, her family accepts her with all her flaws, and she makes sure to focus all her energy into creating the most suspenseful, sexy novels she can. When she isn’t working on her latest book or reading something new, you can find her sipping martinis with her besties, spending time with her family, or traveling to a new destination. The Illicit Affairs is the first story she’s decided to share with the world…and it’s only the beginning.
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