Heart of Gold
Alice D’Argent, a young woman in seventeenth century London, has found her soul mate, Jordan Rozen, and she’s delighted to marry him at last. When the moment arrives, it’s spoilt by her cousin, Elisabeth, a vampire. Elisabeth makes Alice and Jordan her next food source, and leaves them both drained and left for dead. However, the bite of a vampire is life-changing, and both are Awakened into the life of the preternatural.
Unfortunately, there’s a catch. The two are separated, and both think the other to be dead and buried. Now, three hundred and fifty years later, Jordan is in vampire prison for draining a human his first day as a vampire and for being a vampire hunter in his human life; Alice is living in America as a cold, indifferent woman, frozen from her grief. But Fate deems it time for a change. Jordan manages to bargain his way out of prison, and triggers a madman’s interest. Alice begins having dreams about her lost love, and threatening notes from the madman himself.
In a terrifying, and passion-filled adventure, the two attempt to return to each other, eager for that feeling of love, happiness, and unrelenting desire…
The Vampire Quirinius
Dear Reader,
Before beginning this book, compiled of all my adventures and mishaps and other things best left unmentioned for now, I would like to explain myself to you. So you understand.
I am not a sparkling vampire. I do not write in a diary about my vampire true love. I am not a vampire rock star. I do not attend a school focused on teaching me to be a vampire. I do not have a destined mate for me in the near future. I am not an alien. I am simply a vampire.
I do not try to cause trouble, or get into it, or do anything at all other than live. And yet, I find myself in situations that were unplanned, and inconvenient. Understand that, despite my efforts to stay in a peaceful environment, I am continuously sought after by other beings in search of knowledge, power, and anything else their greedy, shriveled, black, little hearts desire. Attention is something I avoid, and yet I am always in the center of it.
Within these pages, you will find everything that has happened to me until this very moment. You will see what has happened to me, and how I never seem to seek it out. Only under circumstances that are beyond my reach do I search for attention. I suppose that's what I'm doing now, seeking attention. Or is it out of sheer boredom that I write this? I don't know. It's here, and you are able to read it. Take what you can from it, I'm beyond caring.
Eternally yours,
Quirinius
