Blood Rose (35 page)

Massive columns and arches swelled throughout the entire exterior. This was the type of place you see in movies. Homes that could not exist in the real world.

Damien pulled up to the front door, with a massive covered drive supported with glorious monumental stone columns. The engine died. He left the keys in the ignition and within a second my door opened.

He took my hand again and gently lifted me out. His arm went tightly around my waist. He kept me close as we walked up to the house. I was nervous but not afraid of anyone here.

It was the human emotions that lingered in my body that still unnerved me. Silly human emotions. He smiled softly and kissed the top of my head as we reached the front door, whispering into my ear softly, “I won’t leave your side.”

“Never?” I spoke teasingly.

“Never.” He smiled, though his eyes were serious again. He hadn’t knocked but suddenly a lithe, tiny pixie-esque girl sprung out of the house.

She was remarkable. Hair like dark chocolate hung in curling tendrils, woven with dozens of tiny white flowers that fell long past her hips. She wore a dress that came to her mid-thigh. Pale cream silk embedded with tiny crystals that reflected rainbows in every direction.

Obviously designer clothes were quite common among Vampires. She looked as if she belonged on a runway.

Her right eye was painted with different shades of pastel glitter in the pattern of a most exotic butterfly wing. Though it was nothing compared to her. She was the most stunning beauty I had ever seen. Instantly I felt shabby and vastly under dressed.

In one leap, she flung her arms around Damien, giddy and exuberant as could be. He bellowed out a laugh and before he could even react she had turned to attack me next.

Her arms wrapped tight around my neck. She kissed each of my cheeks. Her voice was angelic and childlike and yet still somehow wicked in its pure delight. “Lianna.” Her hands held to my cheeks as she admired me with vibrant sparking eyes. “You’re finally here. We have been waiting for all of eternity!”

About the Author

Jacquelynn F. Gagne is an obsessive compulsive author of all things paranormal. When she cannot be found in the real world she is usually found covered in paint, pastels or most usually words. Among writing, photography and art, Jacquelynn is also an editor for publishing houses Midnight Hour Publishing. As well she free lances her editorial services.

Jacquelynn began working on her first novel in January of 2008, while still working full time. Though Jacquelynn has been studying literature most of her life, it was never her intention to become a professional writer. But when obsession grabs you, it doesn’t tend to let go. In addition to writing, Jacquelynn enjoys reading everything she can get her greedy little hands on. Currently she lives in Rogersville, Missouri with her husband James and their two sons, though she has declared to one day build a library that will substitute as her house.

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