Reign of the Vampires (The Society, Book One)
by Rebekah R. Ganiere
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Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: November 17, 2014
Length: 226 Pages
Ten years after the outbreak of the V2000 virus turns the majority of humans into a mutated Vampire sub-species, the last remaining true humans are the world’s hottest commodity. In this new world, it’s The Society that rules.
Being the only female Vampire Lord in America isn’t easy. Being thrust into the role of CEO is even harder. Danika Chekov refuses to let her father’s legacy die. She’s resolved to keep everything under her tight control. But after she’s almost killed, she’s forced to purchase a human guardian.
Mason is human, or so the Vampires think. He’s determined to protect his secret, but Lord Danika buys him before he can make his escape. Their passion for each other threatens everything they want most. And when Mason’s true nature is exposed, the results could be devastating.
She pointed to it. “Please help me up, so I can reach.” Mason eyed the dresser and then her. He licked his lips and then turned, switching places with her, watching her with great intensity. He stepped close enough that their bodies touched. Danika’s breath caught in her throat at the nearness of him. His size, scent, and heat engulfed her.
He placed his hands around her waist, his touch sending goose bumps all over her body. The heat of his skin warmed her through her thin blouse. She placed her hands on his rigid arms. He flexed and lifted her off the floor, then seated her on the dresser.
Neither of them moved. The need she’d felt for him in his cell, and then again when she had seen him at Neeman’s, was stronger than ever. A part of her deep inside called to him. Her mind screamed at her, reminding her of the plan: come in, bond him, leave.
They stared at each other for a long time. She took in every inch of his strong face: his roman nose that had been broken at least once, the reddish-brown stubble upon his cheek and chin, the pink softness of his full lips.
“Bend your neck,” she whispered.
He bowed until his neck was inches from her face. His broad chest pressed close to her. His hands shook at her waist.
He’s a human and a slave. She couldn’t have another incident like Xenock. She had too much at stake. She tried not to let his closeness affect her, but she couldn’t help it. She dipped her head and breathed in the nape of his neck where his hair fell to his shoulders. His scent was like heaven. It was the most desirable thing she’d ever smelled. She couldn’t even begin to describe the texture of it.
She slid her hands up his arms, feeling every muscle beneath his shirt. Gliding over the collar, she searched for the latch. Mason’s hot fingers pressed into her flesh as she fumbled for the lock. The tension in his body was obvious from the way he tried to hold himself away from her.
Danika’s head swam as his scent swirled in her brain. Her throat felt like dry ice. The need to taste him mounted. Stop! Not another Xenock! Keep it under control! Clearing her throat, she tried to concentrate on her fingertips. The latch appeared and she inserted the key. She dropped the manacle to the dresser and he sighed. Chafing and scraping marred the skin underneath the collar. Instinctively she reached over and licked at the wounds. His fingers dug into her waist, and her senses caught on fire. She felt every fiber of his shirt, smelled the trickle of sweat that ran down his neck, heard the rapid beat of his heart. Mason’s breathing quickened, and as she pulled away from him, the sweetness of his skin lingered in her mouth. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to have him take her over to his bed and smother her with his body.
Her fangs broke through and she gazed up at him. Mason watched her, his eyes alight like flames. He leaned close to her ear and smelled the nape of her neck. A burning need blossomed in her stomach and warmth pooled between her thighs. A sudden feeling of possession overtook her, and at that moment she needed to make him hers.
“Do it. Make me yours.”
She bit down into his firm, awaiting neck. His hands clenched around her waist and his fingers dug deeper into her skin. A low rumble emitted from his chest. An animalistic, guttural sound that made Danika’s inner bad girl beg for more.
The first gulp of his blood was liquid fire. It stung her tongue and seared her icy throat as it went down. She almost pulled herself away, but the taste of it exploded inside her, making her want more, need more. The second gulp was just as hot, but now she was ready. It filled her, making the ends of her limbs tingle. Sitting on the dresser with him bent over, she drank from him greedily. Shifting his body, he stood between her parted thighs, spreading them wide. His body pressed around her, crushing her into him. His breathing quickened as every part of their bodies touched. A moan of desire escaped him. His hot, moist breath tickled her shoulder. Moving aside the collar of her blouse, he playfully bit at her skin. The sensation sent her into a frenzy. More. She needed more of him.
Top Ten Thing you didn’t know about me – By Rebekah R. Ganiere
Even though people who meet me find me to be outgoing and fun, I’m actually a very introverted person and I find that people are constantly telling me they didn’t know stuff about me. So here are the top ten things people don’t know about me.
10. I have adult ADD. I do. I grew up with ADD and it never went away. The hardest thing for me to do is sit through meetings of any kind. Speakers, meetings, lectures, man those are torture for me.
9. I don’t like chocolate. What? I’m a writer and a woman, how can that be? Seriously, haven’t liked it since I was a kid. Give me caramels, butterscotch, brown sugar! Not chocolate and white chocolate is the worst!
8. I’m scared of horror movies. Yes, I am aware that I write Paranormal and Urban Fantasy and Fantasy and that my logo is Vampires & Werewolves & Zombies, but I can’t stand horror movies, or haunted houses, or anything gross and scary. I don’t even like walking upstairs in the dark for fear there is a zombie behind me. It’s true.
7. I live for Halloween so I can shop for my everyday clothes. I am a fashion mishmosh! I love Ann Taylor with punk goth platform shoes. I love my Hot Topic military jacket with jeans and heels. I love costume jewelry over real jewelry. I am a fashionista with a style all my own! People tell me they love my style, but I would say my style is Halloweeny. Just yesterday I stopped at a store to shop because they had Finally gotten in their Halloween stuff!
6. I don’t drink or smoke. I love Gingerale and I Teavana herbal tea, but I don’t drink anything stronger than that. Not my thing.
5. I used to own a several different businesses. I owned a used mommy and baby store. I owned a lingerie business. I owned a graphic design business and I owned my own children’s clothing line. All done by me and started from scratch. They each were fun in their own way, but I just got bored with them.
4. I am a total geek! I carry an R2D2 backpack. (No! It isn’t my son’s.) I wear a Jack Skellington hat. I use a Sonic Screwdriver pen. My ideal vacation is the one we’ve taken as a family for the last two years to Comic Con San Diego. And the walls in my house are plastered with the most amazing hand drawn portraits of both Star Wars and Marvel Comic Book characters. I am the one who taught my kids about LOTR, Star Wars and Comic Books, not my hubby.
3. I don’t like blogging. Shhhhh….Don’t tell anyone! I am so bad at it. I see the most amazing blogs and people writing posts on their blogs everyday and they are all fantastic! Me… not so much. Give me a book to write in a fantasy world and I am good to go! Ask me to write about myself, or writing, or what I did that day and I got nothing! I’ve had over a dozen blogs in my lifetime and I’ve failed at each one (
2. I am a homebody. No seriously. More than just the introverted thing, I like being home. At home, with my kids, with my hubby, with my pets. I would rather be here than anywhere. There’s a reason that I have researched bugout places for when the Zombie Apocalypse happens! It’s because I plan on having one location and never leaving it. Ever.
1. My two greatest fears are drowning and being eaten by wild animals. A couple of years ago I figure out why. The first was because when I was about six, I almost drown in a swimming pool. The second was that I was almost eaten by alligators when I was two. The story is a long one, and if you meet me someday, ask me about it. I’ll be happy to tell you. But yup, I was almost alligator chow!
Rebekah is the VP of Communications of the RWA Los Angeles Chapter as well as the Newsletter Editor of the FF&P Chapter. In her spare time when she isn’t writing you can find her moderating on SavvyAuthors.com or hanging out with her husband, four children and her English Bulldog, rabbit, two bearded dragons, and two tortoises. The escaped snake has yet to be found.