Bite Me Forever: Married to a Vampire: The Everdark Saga, #1

By Amber Lew

In the depths of an underground vampire city, an enthralling tale of forbidden love unfolds.

 

My heart shattered when the man I loved abandoned me at the altar. Little did I know, a ruthless vampire brimming with secrets was poised to shatter it all over again. To salvage my family's crumbling legacy, I was wedded to Viktor Volkov, a stranger with an enigmatic aura. Viktor's icy blue eyes both allure and intimidate, and despite the tension between us, I can't deny the attraction that engulfs me.

 

But one fateful night exposed Viktor's chilling secret – he's a vampire, and I'm now tethered to his realm of darkness. While my instincts scream to flee, an undeniable yearning keeps me ensnared in his arms, craving his possession. Within the depths of my heart, I dare to love this creature of the night, yet the repercussions of staying are profound. My own life is at stake, and I will soon discover that digging into Viktor's past is a dangerous endeavour. 

 

In the bowels of the earth lays the vampire city of Babel, ruled by a cruel Vampire Queen that seeks to claim Viktor as his pet. As war brews among vampire factions, I'm thrust into a maelstrom of deceit and power struggles. 
 

Yet amid these trials, my most formidable task is deciphering the enigma of Viktor's heart.

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Bite Me Forever is a passionate romance set in Scotland during the Regency era. It tells the fated love story of Lucy, a strong-willed human, and Viktor, a mysterious vampire harbouring countless secrets. This tale follows their journey as they find each other despite their differences, defying the forces that wish to tear them apart.
 

In the world of The Everdark Saga, vampires experience an intense hunger when they are intimate with others. Love between vampires is taboo, and turning humans into vampires is strictly forbidden. The underground vampire society is relentless in upholding these rules. Yet, our protagonists are willing to risk it all for the sake of love.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eromami Publishing
• Release date: May 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223249788

Amber Lew

I'm Eromami and I write spicy fantasy romance books. In my stories, you'll encounter a strong female protagonist who may start with doubts but finds her inner power. Alongside her, you'll meet a captivating main male lead and intriguing secondary romantic interests. These adventures take place in detailed fantasy realms, featuring mesmerizing male leads who are shifters—vampires, werewolves, fae, dragons, and more! While the protagonist explores romantic bonds with other characters, she ultimately finds her way to a committed and monogamous relationship with the male lead, resulting in a happily ever after or happy for now ending. These reverse harem stories have no mm action, and the relationships depicted are mostly hetero, with occasional bi-curiosity.

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Book 1

Married To A Vampire

Copyright ©2023 by Eromami

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Text by Amber Lew

1st edition 2023

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CHAPTER 1

Arrival at Volkov Manor

MY LIFE FELT LIKE A bad dream, and I wished someone would wake me up. I raised the lantern and peered through the carriage window, taking note of the dark woods along the quiet road.

The sharp calls of birds from afar and the ambience’s quietness told me no human inhabited the environment. I wasn’t quite taken aback because Viktor Volkov was the weirdest man I’d seen in my entire life. Just when I thought I would remain the oldest single lady in England —after James jettisoned me on the altar— my father had to compel me to marry a mysterious man I only met twice. A foreigner with a Russian accent and beautiful eyes who seemed completely uninterested in me.

It was simple. My father was in debt and had to marry me off to a man who was fairly flushed in the pocket. That way, he’d pay all the people he owed and also marry me off to avoid ruining the family’s reputation. I couldn’t blame my father since I wasn’t sexy and pretty enough to keep James; at least, I could help him by consenting to the marriage just to save the Goldmans from the scorn and disdain they got since James eloped with his bewitching maid on our wedding day.

The truth was, I was more abashed by myself than my father was. Even though I detested this Viktor and at times pondered on how to abscond—here I was, travelling several miles away from England to his manor in Scotland. I presumed my past was behind me, and now, I couldn’t stop wondering what the future had in store for Viktor and me.

My thoughts halted as soon the carriage stopped moving. When I gawked through the window again, it was twilight. Curiously, I gathered my dress’s hem and stepped out of the carriage, gazing at the dark orange manor before me. It had tall, thin windows with a small pane of glass, and huge oak trees stood by the sides. As I walked near the door, a strong earthy smell wafted into my nostrils, making me feel like someone lost in the forest.

Silence lingered in the air like a tomb, except for the starling’s blaring chorus. Just behind the manor was a mountain cliff that made the environment sightly, but I couldn’t stop wondering why he chose to reside in isolation. Under the dark blue sky, I saw some magpies dancing from the garden to the footpath as if delighted with my presence.

It was so strange! What sort of man resided in the forest where birds and other creatures were predominant? My eyes darted to where the coachman was, but he had disappeared; he must have left after offloading my luggage next to the wall. Intense fright gripped me when I realised I was alone in the garden. Quickly, I knocked at the door, anticipating my handsome but odd husband’s presence.

I had only seen him twice. Once, when he visited my father late at night to discuss a few details about the wedding. I had to spy on them to see the kind of man my father was marrying me to. He was undoubtedly attractive —pale skin and dark hair, tall, strong and impeccably dressed. The second time I saw him was the day of our wedding. The ceremony was held almost in secret, with none of his family attending. After the vows were spoken and the deal was sealed, he left in a rush. He didn’t even bother to say goodbye. Would his behaviour towards me be different this time?

I was shrouded in a fitted white dress, with a poofy upper sleeve, over an elbow-length pair of matching gloves. To maintain an acceptable beauty standard, I pulled my blonde hair into a simple bun, and my face was framed with a series of small curls. Despite my glittery hair embellishments, fitted dress, smooth pale complexion, and red-tinted lips, deep down, I didn’t feel beautiful enough. If I were appealing, James wouldn’t have abandoned me on our wedding day, and Viktor would have at least lustily gawked at me. However, it seemed I wasn’t good enough for any man.

Standing in front of his door reminded me that I was nothing but the product of a successful business transaction. My heart leapt when the door flung open. I thought Viktor would show up to welcome me, at least, as a sign of respect, but a pretty lady with corn-coloured hair stood before me. She wore a neat and simple attire, and her hair was packed into a ponytail.

Welcome, ma’am. Please, come in. She curtseyed and moved aside before I stepped inside the massive chamber. Judging by the accent edging her English, I could tell she was French.

The high ceilings, exotic chandeliers, pillars at the room’s centre, colourful artwork on the wall and furniture in the great chamber said so much about Viktor’s attention to aesthetics—the first humane thing I knew about him.

I’m Eponine, the maid of the house. The maid’s voice reached my earshot, and I spun to face her. Your chamber is this way, ma’am. She gestured to the stairs, and I inclined my head.

Thank you, Miss Eponine.

She led the way to the top floor, and I trailed behind her, still gawking at the comely chamber.

A moment after strolling in the passageway, she stopped in front of a door. Just then, another door in the passageway swung open, and Viktor stepped out, looking as handsome as the first day I had set my eyes on him.

He wore a tailored jacket, waistcoats, pants, and a linen shirt with an attached cravat around the neck. His dark curly hair was well-groomed, and he retained a few artfully arranged locks over his forehead. He had broad shoulders and a strong jaw. His icy blue eyes held my stare, and goosebumps covered me from head to toe. I expected him to say something, but he was silent. I bit my lip in anticipation. He was even more dashing than I remembered, and I cursed him for that.

Eponine turned the doorknob and stepped inside the room, making us break our eye contact.

Please. Eponine stood aside and gestured that I enter the room.

When I was about to say something to him, Viktor suddenly turned around without a word, his shoes resonating in the hallway as he strolled away. I looked back again, wondering why Viktor ignored me. A throbbing twinge on my knees told me I needed to rest, so I stepped inside.

Your meal is ready, miss. Come to the dining room when you’re willing. She curtseyed and walked outside. When she shut the door, I gazed at the wide, neat bedchamber for a while before collapsing on the bed. The maid sounded overly dutiful and unamiable. I couldn’t understand why she acted in that manner. Did I do something to offend her? Well, I was in the house already, and perhaps, I needed to take a relaxing bath before thinking of what to do next. One thing was certain; I was the house’s mistress but not of Viktor’s heart.

I HAD THE MOST VEXING dinner of my life. Although the food smelled delicious, I had to wait a whole hour for Viktor to even show up at the table, so everything got cold. When he finally sat at the table, he didn’t address me or even look at me. Instead, he poured himself a glass of red wine filled to