Venice Vampires 7: An Erotic Paranormal Romance

By Emma Rose

Just when Emily thinks she and Luc can finally be together, they are torn apart by a dangerous force. As Emily is held captive by another vampire who lusts after her blood, she must also resist the temptations that threaten to keep her apart from Luc forever. Is her love for Luc strong enough to keep them together? Can she trust him to save her before it is too late?

VENICE VAMPIRES 7 is the seventh installment in the erotic short story romance series, VENICE VAMPIRES, by Emma Rose.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Rose
• Release date: Sep 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311226921

Emma Rose

As a full-time independent author, Emma Rose delights in giving you stories that draw you in and characters who captivate your imagination.

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Venice Vampires 7: An Erotic Paranormal Romance

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Emma Rose

Copyright © 2014 by Emma Rose

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in this book are eighteen years or older.

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Venice Vampires 7: An Erotic Paranormal Romance

Emily’s heart froze in her chest. She could feel Luc similarly stunned beside her. Then he subtly shifted, moving in front of her, pushing her behind the mass of his body. The Medici’s eyes narrowed but his gaze never fell away from Emily. Then he smiled—a wide charming smile that was as disarming as it was sickening. Come, bella. I’ve lost everything tonight. You know that. It’s because of you—for you. And now you must come with me.

That will not happen, Luc said, his voice a low, feral growl. You have nothing left. You have no right, no dominion over anybody, and Emily is mine.

The Medici’s fangs were extended. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but Emily thought she could see the slightest pink smear of her blood standing out against one delicate, pale fang. Before she could take another breath, they had sprung towards each other. She could not say, afterwards, who had made the first move. The two were a blur, making a yowling, hissing sound like cats fighting. She heard ripping, which could have been clothes, but blood spattered against the cobblestones and soon it was everywhere and there was no way to say whose it was. The moon, though it hung low in the sky, was still bright and in its pale glare the blood looked quite black. Black blood, black cloaks and the eerie bright white of the vampires’ skin blurred together.

When they slowed enough that Emily could tell one dark figure from another, she was horrified to see—as though in slow motion—the Medici’s fist slam across Luc’s jaw. There was a sickening crunch.

Luc, she was sure, was unconscious before he hit the cold cobbles with a slap.

The Medici did not waste any more time on this, but stepped over Luc’s inert body and took Emily by the wrist. As he dragged her through the dirty back alleys of Venice, it occurred to Emily that she could have struggled, could have cried out, in much the same way as it occurred to her after she left her ex-boyfriend that she could have fought back, could have left sooner. She was grateful, in these minutes that felt like hours, that she had learned through experience that sometimes staying silent is the best way to stay alive. The Medici wanted her. She doubted he minded what state she was in. What was one more bruised and bloodied body to this man, when all he really