My Blood To Rise (A Prince Among Vampires, Part 1): A Prince Among Vampires, #1

By Paula Paradis

Dara’s life is unraveling. She’s working a dead-end job, her apartment is run down, and she’s just been dumped. 

When she meets Andrei, an intense and seductive foreigner, she finds herself falling for him hard. 

As things between them heat up, she realizes he is not what he seems. Andrei is the prince of vampires, and he tells her he wants more than her blood; he wants all of her, body and soul. But how can she believe this creature of the night?

Is Andrei there to save Dara from her wretched life, or to take it from her?

• Language: English
• Publisher: PaulaParadisBooks.com
• Release date: Nov 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9781927560211

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My Blood To Rise

Part One

A Prince Among Vampires

by Paula Paradis

This is purely 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, is purely coincidental. This book may not be re-sold or given away without permission in writing from the author. No part of this book may be reproduced, copied, or distributed in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means past, present or future.

Copyright © 2015 Paula Paradis. All rights reserved.

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Chapter One

Stupid phone!

Dara Lachance tossed it into her handbag and slumped down on a bench facing a pond in Central Park. Not even the moonlight reflecting off the water made her feel better.

What’s wrong with it?

To her surprise, there was a man sitting beside her. He had one leg crossed over his knee, and one arm draped over the back of the bench. His accent was foreign: Eastern European, Dara guessed.

Though Central Park had a reputation for criminal activity at night, Dara had decided to cut through on her way home from the bar where she’d had a few drinks with her co-workers. Her apartment was too close to bother with a cab. There were quite a few other people on the paths, and she hadn’t felt like she was in any danger.

The man on the bench didn’t look threatening, but he had an air of confidence about him.

Dara looked down at her handbag. The battery keeps dying. A full charge doesn’t even last a day.

You should get a new phone, the man said with a firm nod.

Dara gave him a closer look.

His brown hair hung down past his ears, and stubble covered the lower part of his face. The top of the beard cut across his angular cheek bones.

He wore a suit without a tie. The top buttons were undone, and Dara could see his chest. He obviously worked out. A white shirt hung tightly around his slender waist. Instead of dress shoes, he wore boots with toes that came to a sharp point.

The instant she looked into his eyes, she couldn’t pull herself away. In that instant, his gaze caught her and held her; she was a fly in a spider web. His essence flowed into her brain and sent her head spinning.

Suddenly, she felt self-conscious. What did he think of her? She’d worn a low-cut shirt; was her cleavage too trampy? Was her brown hair too boring? Maybe he preferred blondes. She might be too curvy for him, too. He might like his women skinny.

An undercurrent of power radiated from him that burned her with its heat. She could barely stand the intensity of his presence.

She tore her eyes away, and felt herself returning to normal. Whatever sensations she had experienced vanished.

He seemed