From orphan at fourteen to immortal royalty at nineteen, how the heck did that happen?
Nineteen-year-old Lissa witnessed the brutal murder of her parents by blood-thirsty vampires at the tender age of fourteen. She would have suffered the same unpleasant fate had tall, dark, and mysterious stranger Max not intervened. Every night since Lissa, along with an elite group of fighters, trains and patrols the mostly abandoned streets around the city of Buffalo, NY. They quietly thwart the dastardly plans of rogue vampires and cursed shifters in an attempt to protect mankind.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
T.L. Phillips is a 30-something stay-at-home caretaker that loves to curl up with her cat and a great book. As a writer, she strives to tell compelling stories that readers will enjoy curling up with. When she's not occupied with the myriad of tasks above, she's an avid gamer with a love for all things crafty - from crocheting to wood-burning and all things in between.
His body shuddered at the sound of my voice. He turned his head toward me with inhuman speed, fangs still extended. Fresh blood trailed down his chin and there was a crazed look in his eyes as he launched himself at me. I quickly dropped to the ground and rolled in the opposite direction, pushing myself to my feet less than two yards away.
There was something familiar about the vampire before me, though I couldn't quite place him. He sped towards me again, this time I hopped to the side and swung the stake out into his path aiming where his heart should have been. It made a horrendous hissing noise as the silver tip scraped the side of his face, burning his flesh.
He pounced on me as I turned to face him, sinking his fangs into my neck. The all too familiar burning sensation radiated out from the bite, slowly spreading through my body until I was completely paralyzed. Though still fully conscious of what was happening around me, I was helpless to stop him.
The alley started to spin and my vision was fading to black around the edges. He was going to kill me. Or worse, turn me. Either way, I was a goner. I'd failed.
Then, as suddenly as he was on me, he was gone. The questions started swirling in my mind. Why did he stop? Am I dead? Am I one of them?