The very first Supernatural Underground anthology, VAMPIRES GONE WILD, is on sale today! Published by Avon Impulse, the anthology features stories by Kerrelyn Sparks, Amanda Arista, Kim Falconer, and me. And, yep, they're about vampires.
My story, A Forever Love, is set in Vamp City, the world I created for my Vamp City series, which began with A BLOOD SEDUCTION, but stars a new couple--Lukas, a centuries-old vampire, and Elizabeth, a school teacher. Two years ago, Elizabeth's boyfriend, Lukas, disappeared from her life without a trace. Though they'd only dated eight months, she'd been head over heels in love with him and had thought he felt the same. She has no idea he's a vampire, no idea he's trapped in the dark vampire otherworld of Vamp City. When she accidentally stumbles into that world and finds him, she thinks everything she believed about Lukas was a lie. But Lukas has pined for the beauty who stole his heart. And now it will take every ounce of cunning he possesses to keep Elizabeth alive.
The hoofbeats of another horse caught her attention.
“Hold!” The voice, not the youth’s, called from a short distance. A voice that sounded wonderfully, achingly familiar, as if she’d conjured it up in this desperate moment.
A tiny flare of hope had her head snapping up as the fourth horse and horseman approached, deep in the twilight shadows. All she could make out was a form big enough and broad-shouldered enough to be Lukas’s. As he drew closer, she could tell the hair was a little longer, in need of a haircut. Logic told her it wasn’t him, it couldn’t be. Her agitated mind was merely attempting to overlay his image on the male who approached, the image of a savior. A hero.
It wasn’t Lukas.
But as he drew closer and she finally saw the strong jaw and high cheekbones of the face that had haunted her for two years, her knees gave way.
“Lukas,” she gasped.
How was this possible?
He was dressed in a black shirt and tan pants, the same as the other pair, two swords strapped to his back, their hilts rising from behind his shoulders like wings.
The man she loved pulled his horse to a stop beside the male with the pierced face and stared at her with an expression she’d never seen, his mouth hard, his eyes at once cool as frost and angry as hell.
Her heart began to shatter.
“I’ve been searching for you, Elizabeth,” he snapped.
Her eyes narrowed with confusion. “What? Here?”
“No way,” the male as her back exclaimed, tightening his hold on her until she cried out with the pain shooting through her chest and shoulders. “You’re not claiming her, Lukas. She came in on the sunbeam, and don’t try to deny it—she’s got Starbucks. She didn’t get that in Vamp City.”
“She was my slave in the real world,” Lukas said smoothly. Slave? “I expected her to find her way to me before this.”
“She’s not your slave.”
“She knows my name, doesn’t she?” His expression was so hard. Cold blue eyes pinned her. “Are you mine?”
She stared at him, her heart thundering. Yes, she’d been his. The old Lukas’s. She did not know this man.
“You left me.” The words came out unbidden, as raw as the pain in her heart.
For a swift second, she thought she saw that pain mirrored in his eyes, but a moment later he stared at her once more through hard, blue crystals.
“Are you mine?”
“Yes, master,” he snapped.
This was not the man she knew. Yet at the very first sight of him, her heart had begun, very slowly, to unfurl, to blossom, and it continued to do so. Her heart was an idiot.
“I saw her first,” the pierced male grumbled. “I should at least get a taste of her.”
Lukas swung down off of his horse far slower than the bearded man had, his movements deliberate, threatening. And she didn’t think the show was for her.
“Release her.” Lukas’s gaze pinned the man at her back. “No one touches what is mine.”
In the blink of an eye, the arm across her shoulders disappeared. In the blink of another, Lukas was beside her, his hand gripping her upper arm. Too fast. Either she was suffering some kind of head trauma or they were moving too damned fast.
Her head felt suddenly full of helium and she began to sway. Lukas swept her up as if she weighed nothing, and she grabbed at her purse as it slipped off her shoulder. He strode to his horse, deposited her onto its back, and swung up behind her.
As his arm slipped around her waist, as he pulled her back against the chest she’d once loved so much, she finally found herself in the one place she’d longed to be for two years. Once more in Lukas’s arms.
But instead of the joyous reunion she’d imagined, she was shaking with shock. And fear. Lukas Olsson was not the man she’d thought he was.
She wasn’t certain he was a man at all.