Once Prey, Twice Forsaken
Nearly two years have passed since vampires invaded the human cities and were repelled with the help of witches. David Carr is a Hunter, a witch who uses his abilities to hunt the remaining rogue bloodsuckers. Concentrating on the hunt provides escape from the ever present guilt he feels over abandoning his human lover, Blaire Slater, shortly before the war began.
Fleeing the vampires who changed her, Blaire finds herself pursued by a Hunter. When forced to face the witch who stalks her, she discovers her lost love, David, now her unwitting natural enemy.
Will Blaire prove she is still the woman he fell in love with—despite her thirst for blood? Will David come to forgive himself for his key role in her fate? Together can they prove that once prey does not mean always forsaken?
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: June, 2012
Praise for Once Prey, Twice Forsaken
“In this book you get to see how love conquers all and that it can bring enemies closer together. I would recommend anyone to read this book that likes a short story about vampires and witches in a different light.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“You know I’d never hurt you on purpose.” Hands tightly fisted at her sides, she looked like she wouldn’t mind hurting him now.
“How do I know that? A vampire’s word isn’t worth much in this world, sweetheart.”
“There was a time when you would have taken me at my word. Without question.” She stared at the ground, hiding her face in the shadows.
David frowned. “A lot of things have changed since those days.”
“A lot of things haven’t.” Blaire pushed her hair behind her ear and looked back up into his eyes. Her strength used to be beneath the surface, noticed only by those who cared enough to look for it. Now she carried it openly. Her beauty, too, was even more apparent. So hard on the outside, but so soft to the touch.
His heart ached.
He wanted to touch her, feel her lips again. Go to the moment when everything made sense in the world. But he couldn’t, the risk was too great.
Vampires couldn’t be trusted; his family learned that the hard way.
“Fine words coming from a vampire.” He threw on his jacket and shoved his hands in the pockets.
She snorted. “You’re the one who’s proven he can’t be trusted.”
“That’s not true—”
“The hell it isn’t.” She raised a hand and pointed at his chest. “You’re the one who left, after you promised you’d never leave me. After you said you loved me. With no explanation.”