Her Vampire's Promise
Publication Date: August 28, 2014
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Synopsis: Book 1 in the Central City seriesRaging Fire Kills Co-Founder, Daughter. Panthera Laboratories in Ruin. ~ Central City Gazette, 1994 Reade Hayes knows better than any vampire that nothing good ever comes out of Central City. So he isn’t surprised the beautiful blonde he meets in a dive bar is crazy. What does surprise him is how fast she moves, how hard she hits, and the fact she’s wearing a ring he last saw two decades ago on the hand of his dead friend. Is it possible the little girl he swore a blood pact to protect didn’t die in the fire? If the beauty sitting beside him is that pretty little baby, where has she been for twenty years? And why is she so lethal? On hindsight Lawrie Tyrone realizes drinking vampire blood might not have been the smartest decision. But scientists experiment and if she is going to prove her father was not a traitor, she has to take risks. So far she’s experienced no alarming side effects, well, none other than being able to recognize vampires walking among humans. From the power he exudes to his gorgeous dark eyes everything about the man to her right screams danger. Every logical thought tells her to kill him. But something in his eyes stops her. Is he using his vampire powers to influence her, or is something else making her heart ache for him? Can love thrive in the ruins of Central City?
When the man sat up every muscle from his chest to his waist flexed. His glare never left Lawrie’s face. Deep within his eyes something lethal prowled. She sensed a part of him waiting to be set loose, waiting to spring.
Experimenting on herself might not have been the best idea. Clearly it had caused her to suffer impaired decision-making skills, not to mention her language was more vulgar than usual.
The man's head dipped low, his stare remaining deadly. Lawrie knew that when he stood, if he took a swing at her, no matter how much RH+ she'd taken, she was dead. Rocking back and forth, she kept the bar to her back and her fists at the ready. She would take her next shot. There was no way she would go down without a fight.
He scrambled to his feet, backing away from her and protecting his face. “Being laughed at is no reason to break my nose.” He scowled at her, though with the now disheveled clothes, nasally voice, and defensive posture he wasn’t nearly as scary.
“Where I’m from we don’t take kindly to being laughed at.” That was an understatement. Anyone foolish enough to laugh at her uncle or cousins never did it twice. In fact, she wondered if they ever did anything again.
"Is that so?" He angled toward her.
He might have been right. She probably shouldn’t have slugged him. Normal people, normal, well-mannered people who had been raised in a family who loved them didn’t hit strangers in bars for laughing. But, she wasn’t raised to be well mannered. The truth of the matter was she’d practically raised herself.
“Where I’m from ladies don’t pick fights.” He swiped his hair out of his face. His eyes were the darkest blue she’d ever seen, darker than his jeans, and no longer filled with anger. Now he simply appeared in pain. He pinched the bridge of his nose.
Maybe she had overreacted to his smile. But she was clearly running on instinct. Instinct and RH+, which might be why her instinct was running amuck.
Nonetheless, she couldn’t help how her instinct reacted. They’d driven her to it. They’d made her crazy with the incessant bickering and the constant insults. She’d become a product of her environment. his was a thought she needed to catalogue. Was there a difference in how a specimen would react to RH+ based on that specimen’s upbringing or current state of physical, emotional, or mental well-being?
It was only logical to assume the answer would be yes, however, a good scientist would test this theory. How would someone raised in a loving family with people who genuinely cared for her react to RH+? Lawrie had no idea nor did she know how she’d test that question.
If she had more, could she simply slip the RH+ into the drink of one of the lab techs? She could start with just a few drops to see if there was any reaction. She thought she recalled overhearing one of them say she loved her mother. Maybe she’d use that woman as a…what was she thinking? She couldn’t simply experiment on people without their permission. She wasn’t her uncle. She was better than that. She was Lawrence Tyrone’s daughter. She had morals. Scruples. She cared.
About the Author
Jordan loves vampires. But if you know anything about Jordan, you already knew that detail. What you didn’t know was it wasn’t long ago that she began writing about them.
A few years back Jordan received a copy of Twilight from her husband as part of her anniversary gift. By the end of that week she’d read the entire series and moved onto Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles. Eight weeks and eighteen vampire books later the idea for her first book, Perpetual Light came to her followed very quickly by Eva Prim.
In April of 2014 Prim & Proper, the second Eva Prim Novel released. Also available are The Demon Mistress, the first Eva Prim Novel along with four short stories. For continual updates on Eva please join the Snack Of The Week Club at www.evaprim.com.
In August of 2014 Jordan released the first novella in the Romance In Central City Series, Her Vampire’s Promise. Novella two, The Vampire’s Partner follows in September and A Vampire’s Passion is the October Release. Novella four, His Vampire Past is set for a November release.
Jordan is a member of the national Romance Writers of America organization and several chapters.
When she’s not writing about one vampire or another Jordan enjoys spending time with her husband, Ken and their lovable Labrador, Dino on the beautiful beaches of New England.