Release Date: June 6, 2014
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Imprint: Romantica Line: Twilight Theme: Vampires
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Blurb: Vampire Architects, Book One
Warwick, an Elite member of the Vampire Architects, was chosen as Isla Joseph’s Protector at the moment of her birth. Four decades later, he struggles to hide the love he harbors for his charge. When the time comes for her to learn of Warwick’s existence, lust is a beast he can’t contain, nor can Isla fight her instant attraction to this mysterious “stranger”. The pair comes together in a frenzied feast of flesh.
But their intimacy has consequences. Consequences for Isla, when she discovers her lover is a vampire…for the team of Architects, who are struggling to save her from a horrific future…for Warwick, when he’s forced to wipe every trace of himself from Isla’s memory.
Warwick and the Architects will soon discover love isn’t so easily erased. And while fate may have dark designs for Isla…destiny has other plans.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
“Don’t speak,” Warwick ordered. He uncrossed his legs, firmly planting his feet on the ground. He patted his lap, motioning Isla to take a seat.
He was playing it cool and mysterious, as he’d thought she’d like.
Isla looked around nervously then walked to the main sitting area. She placed her small evening bag on the table then removed her shawl and draped it over the couch. She walked unhurriedly back in his direction, and not with confidence.
He’d anticipated that. But her look of marked hesitance and fear, as if she could change her mind and leave at any moment, was something he hadn’t anticipated. He’d
accomplished the hardest part of the case—she’d contacted him of her own free will.
Now that she was here, he needed to change his approach, do something to calm her.
His mind raced. She’d just arrived and he was already deviating from the plan he’d had in mind.
“I want your back facing me when you take a seat,” he instructed.
Isla neared, keeping her eyes mainly on the ground.
“Look at me.”
She stopped. Her gaze connected with his.
Day after day he’d watched her, for forty years. But seeing her in the flesh was an entirely different story. The contrast of her crisp blue eyes, dark-black hair and pouty
lips against her porcelain skin was striking. It was if she had walked straight out of a magazine. She was polished, unblemished and sophisticated.
“Do you really like what you see?”
She turned and gently lowered her backside to align with his crotch. Teasingly, she swayed her hips with pronounced and unnecessary movements.
Warwick smiled as she showed signs of loosening up. He skated a palm down her arm.
Isla flinched in response.
“Relax,” he whispered.
The black dress she wore had a low-plunging back, so except for her hair cascading down, her skin was on full display. Gently, he used one hand to caress Isla’s arm. “Lean
back into me a little more.” He spoke inches from her flesh, allowing his hot breath to graze the skin on her neck.
Isla slowly leaned back against his chest.
He cupped both hands at her shoulders and she let out an unintentional whimper.
He pressed up against her solidly, burying his face in the thick of Isla’s hair. He nuzzled his nose against the back of her neck and took in a deep breath. “Delicious…as
I always imagined.”
A faint moan escaped Isla’s lips and she shivered in his embrace.
“You’re so tense,” he whispered.
“Because I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be. I’m not here to hurt you or judge you,” he said as he clutched Isla’s hair at her nape and gently draped it over her shoulder, “I’m here to sate a desire. All you
have to do is relax and trust me.”
“I trust you.”
“Pay attention to my touch,” he whispered. He used one finger to stroke her exposed back with a featherlike contact. He moved delicately, in a fluid writing motion.
“A-are you writing on my back?”
“What letter was that?”
“Good girl. Spell everything out as I go along.”
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About Maya DeLeina
Maya DeLeina is a multi-published Erotic Vampire Romance Author with Siren , Evernight and Ellora’s Cave Publishing. Her current series includes Ambrose Heights Vampires, My Naughty Vampire and Vampire Architects.
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