Luther Martin Sexy Christian Vampire

By Brilliant Building

What happens when a chaste but frisky woman of grace and nobility (but questionable breeding) falls for a sexy Christian vampire named Luther Martin? Will this undead Samaritan nail her with 95 theses, or will their romance spark a reformation? If you've ever wondered what the movie Titanic would be like if Leonardo DiCaprio was a sexy Christian vampire who could really bake a potato, wonder no more.

PG-level romance and adventure await!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brilliant Building
• Release date: Jul 16, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386076926

Book preview

The Lady Awaits

Lady Carolla Integra’s blood rushed to her nose. Her delicate vessels had burst again in the heat of the swamp where her astoundingly rich ancestors had decided, in their inscrutable inbred logic, to build their castle, and none of her would-be suitors so much as offered a kerchief. Such un-mannered rogues that passed for gentry! She formed her fingers like the pincers of a swamp crab to compress the bridge of her nose, but she was too late: a single crimson drop escaped, certain to crash spectacularly against her expensive, but overly constrictive and bosom-enhancing dress, ruining it forever. A pale, sexy stranger intercepted this drop with his gaunt forefinger and brought it to his lips. Lady Integra’s dress was saved! But who was this uninvited stranger?

She would not find out, for he had vanished as quickly and as stealthily as he had appeared. No one but she had noticed. No one, that is, except her devilish second (and by dint of in-breeding, third and fifth) cousin, William Zane.

Who was that peasant? he laughed in a tone that communicated that such a person was both unwelcome in their social stratum, but also that he could not be much bothered by the intrusion, as he was above such matters.

Integra did not answer, for she was still lost in the reverie of the mysterious nose-blood-drinking stranger. She shook her head, and suddenly she was back in the present, holding her bloodied nose like she had often seen her housemaid Celine do during her informal boxing matches with the other servants (Celine, though often bloodied, was undefeated).

I daresay the rest of these riffraff are hardly better, William snorted, offering his gold-thread-monogrammed handkerchief. Integra took it, thinking to herself that as much as she despised William as childhood playmates, he had at least, finally acquired the manner and bearing befitting the House of Integra. Moreover, the treasure of the House of Zane