Love Bytes is delighted to host the exclusive cover reveal for Shira Anthony her new release “Blood and Eternity”

Thanks, Dani and Love Bytes, for hosting the cover reveal of the final book in the Blood series from Dreamspinner Press, Blood and Eternity! It’s been nearly 4 years since the first book in the series was published, and I’m so happy to finally wrap up the trilogy. I’m giving away an ebook copy of the first series book, Blood and Rain, to 3 readers who comment on this post, so be sure to enter!

The Blood series combines just about every sub-genre of romance: paranormal, fantasy, contemporary, and historical. The story starts in the present day, then tracks back to the past, revolving around the main character’s ability to travel through time in his own body. Unfortunately for him, the first time this happens, he changes his own past with dire consequences for the future.

The books include three male/male pairings, but the main focus of the books is the love relationship between Nicolas Lambert, an ancient vampire (born a vampire, not created from a human), and Adrien Gilbert, a vampire hunter. And while the series does involve vampires, it is my own original take on vampires and hunters. These vampires are not harmed by sunlight, they don’t sparkle, and they are not dead/reanimated creatures. They are, however, immortal and have the ability to create others of their kind. And, of course, they thrive on blood.

I hope you’ll join me in this original universe as Adrien and Nicolas find love as hunter and hunted. Of course, it’s romance, so in spite of many challenges, you can rest assured the ending is a happy one.

 

I’ll leave you with a short excerpt from Chapter 8 of the first book, Blood and Rain. I don’t want to spoil the ending of the series!

Don’t forget to comment to be entered to win on of 3 copies of Blood and Rain! Happy reading. –Shira

Excerpt from Blood and Rain:

“Monsieur Gilbert,” said Nicolas as he offered his hand. “Thank you for coming.”

Adrien didn’t take Nicolas’s hand. Nicolas appeared momentarily taken aback by Adrien’s rebuff but then offered Adrien a warm smile, revealing the tips of his sharp eyeteeth.

Adrien found it difficult not to stare. Nicolas appeared to be in his late twenties, although Adrien knew better. Vampires were immortal, or nearly so, since they aged slowly and could live for millennia. Nicolas could be hundreds, even thousands of years old. And yet his eyes seemed to sparkle with the curiosity of youth, and his pale, perfect skin glowed in the firelight.

Nicolas wore an exquisitely tailored velvet jacket in nearly the same shade of brown as his eyes. It accentuated his graceful body and strong shoulders. Nicolas’s matching wool trousers fitted his long legs so well Adrien could imagine the corded muscles beneath. The gold embroidery on the white silk of Nicolas’s vest made his hair appear even darker than Adrien remembered. Adrien wondered what that hair might look like freed of its binding. Long, past his shoulders, and nearly black. And although he told himself he was attracted to Nicolas because of what Nicolas was, Adrien couldn’t deny the intensity of Nicolas’s physical beauty, nor could he deny that being so close to Nicolas left him ill at ease. He felt underdressed and unsophisticated in his simple tweed jacket and trousers.

The doors to the sitting room opened again, and a servant entered carrying a tray with several glasses and a decanter filled with red wine. Adrien was thankful for the interruption—it gave him time to regain his composure. The servant set down the tray and quickly retreated, leaving the two men alone once more.

“May I offer you some wine, Monsieur Gilbert?”

“Thank you.” Adrien took the crystal wineglass from Nicolas’s hand and their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of energy up Adrien’s arm.

Nicolas looked at Adrien in obvious surprise, as if he, too, had felt something. Adrien hastily withdrew, barely managing not to spill the wine.

They stood in silence until Nicolas raised his glass. “To your health, Monsieur Gilbert.”

Adrien drank deeply and schooled his features, willing himself to focus on something other than his companion. Not a simple feat, given that every fiber of his being cried out for more of the vampire’s touch. He took a slow breath and allowed the alcohol to do its work, relaxing his body and allowing him to regain his composure.

“My brother will join us for dinner.” Nicolas sipped his wine and turned back toward the fire.

“Your brother?”

“Jean is the leader of our clan. He was the one who asked that you come.”

Jean Lambert. The leader of the Lambert clan was known in the hunter community as much for his reclusiveness as for his immense powers.

Whatever they want from me, it must be very important to the clan.