The Black Lily
by Juliette Cross
With the threat of the vampire monarchy becoming stronger every day, the Black Lily must take drastic measures. As the leader of the underground resistance, Arabelle concocts the perfect idea to gain the attention of the Glass Tower. Her plan? Attend the vampire prince’s blood ball and kill him. Fortunately for Prince Marius, her assassination goes awry, and Arabelle flees, leaving behind only her dagger.
Marius is desperate to find the woman whose kiss turned into attempted murder, hunting for the mysterious assassin he can’t push out of his mind. But what he uncovers could change the course of his life forever…
Excerpt from THE BLACK LILY:
Stepping to the side of the door, he waited, heart in his throat. The door creaked open, but she hesitated. He heard the zing of a short blade being drawn. As soon as she crossed the threshold, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside, slamming the door shut. She yelped. With a swift movement, he had her by the wrists, pinned against the wall and facing him.
Upon seeing her captor, she closed her eyes and mouthed a nasty epithet before saying, “This seems familiar.”
“Drop your blade. Now.”
Marius’s canines extended the second he touched her skin. His inner beast—hungry and wanting—demanded obedience. Take her. Whispers from the animal inside swirled in his head as he fought to regain control, wanting to sink his fangs into her pretty neck, the urge driving him near mad.
Keeping her mouth shut as if she sensed he rode the edge of fury, she dropped the dagger. Her chest rose and fell swiftly.
“What now? To the dungeon?”
Breathless, she notched her chin up higher in defiance. He kicked her blade back with his heel, knocking it against the grate in the fireplace. Then he loosened his grip, sliding his hands down her bare forearms, up to her shoulders and along the side of her breasts and her ribcage, landing on her hips.
“What are you doing?” she asked, breathless.
“Checking for more weapons.”
“I have no more.”
He scoffed. “That’s where you’re wrong.” He squeezed her hips. Her eyes slid closed and she dropped her head to the wall. “You have more than one weapon.” He nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear, the words grinding out in pain. “And it’s killing me slowly.”
ABOUT JULIETTE CROSS
Juliette is a multi-published author of paranormal and urban fantasy romance. She calls lush, moss-laden Louisiana home where she lives with her husband, four kids, and black lab named Kona. From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic romance–brooding characters, mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes. Even then, she not only longed to read more books set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.