When
Darkness Ends
Guardians of Eternity # 12
Guardians of Eternity # 12
By: Alexandra Ivy
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ABOUT THE BOOK~
The Guardians of Eternity are facing a
final battle to save their world—but battles of the heart may be the most
difficult to fight…
Cyn,
the vampire clan chief of Ireland, is an unabashed hedonist whose beauty is
surpassed only by his insatiable appetite for pleasure. It’s no wonder he’s
furious when he’s transported from the magical land of the pureblooded feys to
his desolate private lair—only to have his very existence thrown into a chaos
that even he cannot charm his way out of…
Most
women may be all but powerless against Cyn, but Fallon, a sharp-witted fairy
princess, is less than beguiled by the silver-tongued vampire. She’s a serious
soul with no time for the sort of games he plays—especially when they learn
that someone is trying to close the veil that separates the dimensions. But
seduction may prove the most powerful force of all, as attraction ignites
between the unlikely pair even as worlds are colliding around them…
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
ALEXANDRA IVY graduated
from Truman University with a degree in theatre before deciding she preferred
to bring her characters to life on paper rather than stage. She currently lives
in Missouri with her extraordinarily patient husband and teenage sons. To stay
updated on Alexandra’s Guardian series or to chat with other readers, please
visit her website at www.alexandraivy.com
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Laigin (Ireland), 1014 AD
The man woke with a blinding headache,
stripped of his clothing as well as his memories.
With a groan, he sat up, shoving his
tangled hair out of his face. It was immediately obvious he was in a damp cave.
A strange place to wake. But not nearly as strange as the abrupt realization
that something was terrifyingly wrong with him.
Despite the darkness he was able to see
the limestone walls that had been chiseled by the water dripping from the low
ceiling as clear as if it were day. And it was not only his sight that was
unbearably acute.
He could smell the distant salt of the
sea. And hear the faint scramble of a bug crossing the stone floor. He could
even detect the warmth of two creatures that were rapidly approaching the cave.
What madness was this?
No man should have the senses of a god.
Not unless he was a monster.
The dark thoughts barely had time to form
before they were interrupted by a hunger that thundered through him. He
groaned. It was as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Months. But it wasn’t the
thought of food that made his stomach cramp, he realized with a flare of
horror.
It was . . . blood.
His mouth watered, the pain of his fangs
ripping through his gums startling him as the image of the red, intoxicatingly
rich substance filled his mind.
He had to feed.
Aye. That was what he needed.
Disgusted with the knowledge, he slowly
rose to his feet, a virile strength running through his massive body even as
his head remained thick with confusion.
His instincts urged him to leave the
cave, to hunt down his prey and bury his fangs deep in their throats, but the
tantalizing scent of fresh strawberries kept him frozen in place.
It appeared that his prey was willingly
coming to him.
And they smelled . . . delectable.
Like an animal, he warily shuffled to the
deepest shadows. From his vantage point, he silently watched the two slender
creatures enter the cave. His eyes widened at the sheer beauty of the
strangers. The male had hair the color of rust with bold green eyes set in a
lean face, while the female possessed long tawny hair with eyes the shade of
spring grass.
They looked like angels.
His fangs ached, his muscles tensing as
he prepared to strike.
Angels or not, they were about to become
dinner.
But before he could charge, the male held
up a slender hand, the scent of strawberries becoming overpowering.
“Hold, berserker,” he commanded, a tingle
of magic in the air.
He frowned. “I am a berserker?”
“You were.”
The confusion only deepened. “Were?”
“Two nights ago you were attacked by a
clan of vampires.”
He shook his head, his hand instinctively
lifting to touch his neck.
“I survived?”
The pretty female grimaced. “Not as a
human. The local villagers left you in this cave to see if you would rise as a
vampire. Even now they are on their way to either witness your corpse or
slaughter you.” She held out a slender hand. “Come with us in peace and we will
harbor you until you are able to care for yourself.”
Vampire . . .
He went to his knees in shock.
Holy shite.
Holy shite.
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