Broken Ties

By Amelia Elias

Gregori, the Master of Clan Nighthawk, has little interest in providing sanctuary to little lost fledglings. Warm and welcoming has never really been his style. So when he's informed that a fledgling female has just entered Club Nighthawk to beg for protection, his first instinct is to kick her right back out the door.

Until he finds out that Helene is the fledgling of Clan Wolfbane's Master, that is. Keeping the fledgling of Gregori's greatest rival from returning home would be a blow to the Wolfbane Clan pride. Of course, eventually Gregori would send her back -- to do otherwise would be to provoke a full-out war. He just planned on doing it a piece at a time.

What he didn't plan on was discovering that this "lost little fledgling" possessed a strength and fighting spirit that was more than a match for his own, or that her body would delight him so much all in one piece that war was preferable to harming her...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amelia Elias
• Release date: Feb 5, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465799197

Amelia Elias

There's nothing better at the end of a long, rough day than flopping down on the couch (or the computer desk chair) and disappearing into a great romance. If the romance is so hot it triggers the fire alarms, so much the better. Amelia was introduced to romance at the tender age of 12 during a visit to her grandmother, who always packed a paperback for her to read while she played bingo. When bingo was over, Amelia would stay up late and, armed with a notebook and pencil, try to fill in the scenes that happened behind the bedroom door. And yes, she still has those first clumsy attempts at writing the good stuff. Hopefully she's learned a thing or two since then... *** Amelia Elias is the nom de plume of a Central Texas home health nurse and mother of two warring cats, a neurotic dog, and two monkeys who insist they're really boys. She thinks love is the greatest thing in the world and is thrilled that writing gives her an excuse to take long naps and stare blankly out windows... it’s not daydreaming, it’s brainstorming!

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Praise for Blood Ties

The first novella of the Vampire Ties Series

This story is well written, suspenseful and sexy. Deceit and danger stand in the way of love, trust and a desire that cannot be denied. Throw in hot, hot sex and blazing lust in the middle of the hell about to descend upon them and it makes for one savory read that will not disappoint in the least. Consider this one a must read.

Charissa, Coffee Time Romance

[A] hot-blooded vampire story jam-packed with passion and danger, Blood Ties starts out with a bang and will keep you on the edge of your set until the very end. Orion and Kira’s sexual encounters are hot enough to melt butter and you will definitely need a fire extinguisher to cool off. Readers will be fascinated by the amazing combination of sensuality and darkness within the plot.

Contessa, Fallen Angel Reviews

Broken Ties

by

Amelia Elias

Copyright 2006-2012 Amelia Elias

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Chapter One

Hungry, horny, and pissed-off -- that pretty much summed up his mood tonight.

And now they brought him this little problem. Gregori scowled at the trembling Associate kneeling before him, briefly debating whether the enjoyment of seeing him burst into flames would be worth the trouble of training a replacement. He sighed and reluctantly decided against it.

It was a cliché, but good help truly was hard to find.

Not that this one was particularly valuable. Like all Associates, Barrett was human -- weak and flawed like all his kind, yet occasionally useful. He could feel the Associate’s emotions and took a moment to savor them -- fear, anxiety, and overriding it all was the thought that these might be his last moments.

And the pitiful creature just might be correct about that.

Gregori rested his elbows on his desk and laced his fingers together, never taking his eyes off the Associate. Tell me again, he said, his voice soft and gentle, exactly why you think I should care about this… visitor.

Barrett spoke in a rush, clearly hoping to defuse his boss’s ire. She requests sanctuary from her sire. She promised that, were you to grant her an audience, she could persuade you to --

Gregori waved a hand and the Associate fell silent. His anxiety cranked up to a delicious level. So you take the word of a runaway fledgling and disturb me.

Barrett swallowed audibly. Forgive me, Master, but I thought --

Yes. Yes, you thought. I’d assumed your latest failure would have taught you the folly of that particular action. He drummed his fingers on the desk blotter and ignored the Associate’s deep bow of contrition.

Hungry, horny, pissed-off… and bored. Perhaps this fledgling might be good for something after all.

Very well, then, Gregori said, sitting back abruptly. "Bring her to me, since you thought I’d be so interested. If she amuses me well, you will live to see another dawn. If not… well, you have served me adequately. I will allow you the honor of taking your own life."

Barrett paled. Y-yes, Master. Thank you. He backed from the room and closed the door gently behind him.

Gregori stood and paced to the window as soon as the Associate was gone, barely seeing the nearly-full moon or the rainy street outside. Below him, almost imperceptible through the soundproofed walls of his office, the hard-pumping bass rhythms of Club Nighthawk drove mortals into an adrenalized frenzy. His vampires walked among them, enticing them into feasts of blood and sex, orgies of wild feeding the likes of which they hadn’t known since the height of Rome’s decadence.

Headquartering his Clan above -- and below -- Club Nighthawk had been a stroke of brilliance, if he did say so himself.