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Revenge is coming….
A vampire has to wait three days before he can escape a lot can happen to a slave in three days. Amadi left his terrible past behind, but a storm lands him in the last place he wants to be. Chained again, his only brightness is the pretty indentured servant who eases his misery.Violet Perdue is a psychic who can’t tell a lie. Sold to an evil mistress, she’s forced to her bidding. She’ll do anything to be free. But when she’s given a choice of betraying the mysterious handsome slave or leaving a life of heartache, she’s stuck between a rock and a hard place.Their torturer is bent on destroying them both. Can they trust each other to combat her foul plans and win their freedom or will they both be under her power and anguish forever?Heart of the Vampire is the third story in a series of brotherhood. If you like strong characters, sizzling romance, and spirited adventure, then you’ll love ML Guida’s Blood Brotherhood series, a collection of dark paranormal romance novels.If you like heart pounding action, dark fantasy, and powerful endings, then you’ll love ML Guida’s Blood Brotherhood series.
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Here's an excerpt from the book for you to enjoy now ~But Amadi had another problem. He’d been a slave on Saint Kitts.He crawled into a sitting position, crossing his legs. This wasn’t good. He needed cover to hide out until he could get his bearings. He crawled to his feet. Blinding pain slammed into his head. His stomach swirled. He couldn’t fight the nausea and spit up Cook’s dinner of salted fish and sea water onto the white sand. He turned his head at the foul smell and swayed on shaky legs. Refusing to fall onto the ground, he gritted his teeth and widened his stance. A cool breeze brushed over him. He staggered. He was a big man, but in his weakened state, a small gust could knock him on his arse. Lush jungle with palm trees, jungle flowers, and ferns beckoned. Cover. He needed to rest and hide, but it was so far away. Less than a hundred feet, but it might as well be a hundred miles. Trying to push back the thumping pain in the back of his head, he forced himself to move. His boots sank into the sand, his feet squishing in the soggy leather. Move. Just Move. Something splashed behind him. A chorus of phhishhht and stomps launched fear in his swirling gut. He glanced over his shoulder. His heart stopped. Cold, hard, terror turned his pirate bravery into mush. Men on horseback. A large bulky man pointed. “There. We found one! Get the large buck.” Christ, slave traders.Amadi drew on his vampire strength and ran for freedom, but his wobbly legs failed to obey. He stumbled onto the sand. Not caring about his pounding head or swirling stomach, he sprinted toward the jungle. He refused to be a slave again, to feel the harsh lash against his back, to be robbed of his dignity. Death was a better alternative.Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. The galloping horses gained on him determined to trample on his freedom. Hot breath hit the back of his neck. Sand and water sprayed on the back of his legs. The men whooped and howled. “Get ’im, Sammy!” Amadi’s blood pumped between his ears, roaring faster than the waves whirling around his boots. Birds cawed from the shadowy jungle as if shouting “Escape. Escape. Escape
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