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Darklands: A Vampire's Tale [MultiFormat]
eBook by Donna Taylor Burgess
eBook Category: Horror/Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy
eBook Description: New Edition.
Twenty years ago, Susan Archer witnessed the brutal murder of her beloved twin brother.
Now, the murderer, Devin McCree, has returned. Although Devin is a "Deathwalker," Susan soon discovers that he is not the monster she has feared for so long.
Leaving her old life behind, she joins Devin on his run from a crazed vampire hunter. Unwilling to let his love disappear, Michael soon follows.
Can Michael save Susan? Does she even need or want to be saved?
"Darklands: A Vampire's Tale" is a violent tale of survival, bloodlust , and two people trying to hang on to the last shreds of their humanity, while teetering on the edge of immortality.
"Darklands: A Vampire's Tale" is the first volume in the Darklands Vampire series.
Print version length 368 pages.
eBook Publisher: Naked Snake Press/Naked Snake Press, Published: 2010, 2010
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2011
3 Reader Ratings:
 
"Darklands" is a fabulous urban fantasy novel, full off violence, paranormal creatures and fabulous sexual scenes. I was captured from the first page. I had to finish the book to see how this was going to end." --Natasja's Book Blog
This was an engrossing story from beginning to end... it draws you in deeply to the storyline and doesn't let go until the final page... I highly recommend this to those looking for an exciting read...
B+
--Words of Wisdom....from The Scarf Princess
Darklands was definitely a change of pace. The tone was gritty, dark, and violent, with several cringe-worthy moments...I would recommend it to fans of urban fantasy and horror, and vampire romance looking for something darker. --Book of Secrets
Burgess was knew to me and she definitely impressed me. I look forward to more of her work, vampire's specifically! --Leilani Loves Books
"I'm completely wasted," Peter announced, sounding more proud than he should have. He nodded to the server, an old, Goth gal dressed as an even older vampire. After a moment, she appeared with yet another pitcher of something too red and too thin to be anything other than watered-down Kool-Aid tainted with a little cheap house rum.
He was already too drunk--he would be sick before the end of the night. Susan considered saying something biting, but instead, regarded her brother across the small table through the gray haze of smoke. It was almost like looking into the mirror, with Peter dressed as a dead and festering Raggedy Andy to her zombiesque Raggedy Ann. They were Dizygotic twins and nearly identical in every sense. With their deep blue eyes and auburn hair, they were stunning, even in make-up that displayed their pretty mouths sewn crooked and their tanned skin grayed to the pallor of death. They fit well with their surroundings, especially on Halloween. The place was a retro-Goth club, patterned after the gloomy death-children of the 1980s, a dark sanctuary where the jocks and preps dared not go. It had no sign out front, and most of the kids referred to it as "The Hole." An apt title, Susan determined.
Situated so close to the bay, the club's windows were perpetually fogged with salty condensation. Inside, dark velvet swathed the walls in crimson, violet and inky black. Smoke curled up like ghostly fingers from the glowing ends of cigarettes. The air was a puzzle of odors, both good and bad, depending upon the proximity to the entrance to the restrooms: cloves, tobacco, pot, spilled vodka, a hint of dried vomit. Lights from a small dance floor flashed red, pink and purple in time with the electronic beat of the music. The rules of Halloween were the rules of The Hole year-round.
The damned costume itched in all the places that Susan would rather not scratch in a crowd, even in the questionable crowd that loomed in the shadows of The Hole. She would have been just as happy back at the flat with a fatty and a little wine. But Peter? Peter was a "party-guy" since leaving Reading. The rest of their little group of art college social misfits had departed an hour ago, with ideas of sleep or sex in the backs of their tired minds, leaving Susan and Peter at a booth in the back corner.
Susan was about to call it a night when she spotted the guy again. Charlestowne was a resort town, with a smattering of small colleges tossed in the mix. It was a transient city. People came to school or to hide, either way often vanishing overnight. She was not accustomed to seeing the same faces more than once. But this face she did not mind seeing again.
How many times had she encountered this particular guy in the past few weeks, though? The thought made her bristle. She couldn't help but wonder if it was more than simple coincidence. She had seen him in the library, cutting through the park much too late, and even once, heading home long after sunset.
The first time had been nearly two months ago, back in the summer. Susan had become drunk with a strange girl named Mary Lei at the pizza parlor near campus and had almost been attacked as she walked home in the middle of the night. This man had intervened.
Her hero.
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