Today I am happy to be a part of Bewitching Book Tour's tour for Brenda Dyer's Love's Prophecy, enjoy!
By Brenda Dyer
Dark warriors of might...Mel is a vampire warrior sworn to hunt and kill demons in the dark streets of Vancouver. But he's burdened with a new assignment: find the meaning behind the Vampire Prophecy. Having no faith in the gods and their empty words, he believes there's no truth to the ancient legend until he meets Breeana, a human woman who bears the mark of the prophecy and resembles the mysterious woman haunting his dreams. When a vengeful demon spies Breeana in his arms, she is marked for death. He must take her from the world she knows until he can eliminate the threat. But the real danger is the role Breeana must play in fulfilling the prophecy and the intense feelings she brings out in him. Mel is forced to choose between his obligations to his kind, the world, and the woman he loves. Does he have the courage to let the one woman who could heal his wounded heart and soul go, or will he risk her life and bind her to him for all eternity?Small warriors of light...Veterinarian, Dr. Breeana Spencer yearns for love and companionship, but the disappointment of failed relationships have left her bitter. She now finds solace in romance novels. But when she meets a mysterious stranger, she's drawn to him by a connection so forceful it shatters all reason, leaving her incapable of resisting him. Yet there's more to him than smoldering good looks and a rock-hard body. As she's drawn deeper into his danger-filled world, she learns she's part of an ancient vampire legend. Breeana fears her future is no longer hers and will not include Mel. As their enemies close in, desperate to destroy them both, she must fight to convince Mel her place is at his side. A life-altering choice is before her—one that will take all her courage and love to make.Buy links: Amazon, Smashwords and Barnes & Noble
Mel turned to Breeana and smiled. She licked ice cream and chocolate sauce off a red plastic spoon. “How's your—what did you call it?”
“A hot fudge brownie delight. And it's delicious.”
He chuckled and looked out the window again. “You sure seem to be enjoying it.”
“Do you want a bite?”
He turned his head. A spoonful of ice cream and chocolate came his way. He leaned back. “Ah, no. Thanks, anyway.”
She brought the spoon closer to his lips. “Just one taste.”
“No, you go ahead.” He gently pushed the spoon toward her. “I'm not an ice cream kind of guy.”
“How can you not like ice cream?”
“Hurts the fangs.”
She brought the spoon up to her mouth. “Okay, but you don't know what you're missing.” Rolling her eyes and moaning, she licked the spoon clean, ending with a satisfied smile.
He smiled back, wanting to tell her he wasn’t missing anything because he’d taste the sugar in her blood later when he fed from her throat as they made love. On second thought, probably better he kept that to himself.
After she scooped up the last mouthful, she placed the empty container back in the bag. “Mel, can I ask you something?”
“What does my blood taste like?”
He closed his eyes and smiled. “Delicious doesn't even begin to cover it.”
“Oh, really?” She laughed. “I've tasted my blood before and I got to tell you, it didn't taste that good.”
Mel stifled his laugh when he caught her confused, doubtful expression. “Vampires are blood connoisseurs. Believe me when I say your blood is the most delicious I've ever tasted.”
Frowning, she crossed her arms over her chest. “I'll take your word for it, but you didn't answer my question. What does it taste like?”
“Blackberries? Yeah, right.”
His grin grew wider. “You think I'm a lying?”
She shrugged. “No. I just thought all blood would taste pretty much the same.”
“Everyone is different. It depends on the person. Whether they're heavy drinkers, smokers, use drugs or are ill. So yeah, you never know what you'll get until you bite.”
About the Author:
Brenda Dyer lives in the small town of Sooke off the coast of British Columbia with her husband, two teenage boys, and an assortment of animals.
She is a graduate from LongRidge Writers group.
When she isn't writing you can find her out in her gardens or working with her two miniature horses.
Brenda loves to hear from readers. If you would like to contact her, visit her website.