(The Crimson Demon, #1)
Publication date: April 17th 2021
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Reverse Harem, Romance
Death didn’t scare Lilith Whitlock. At the ripe age of twenty, she preferred to take whatever life threw at her, and if death was a curveball, she’d catch it.
What she didn’t expect was for impending death to be stalled by being transformed into a vampire.
With sharp, pointy teeth and a hunger for blood, Lilith adapted to her new life. Befriending three hot vampires with a mission to maintain balance had something to do with that, but the paranormal world wasn’t perfect.
Especially when she learned creating new vampires was illegal. Now, she had to prove herself as indispensable to the Order of the Void, or she’d be obliterated from existence.
No one mentioned that being a new-blood came with a looming threat and imminent danger.
Crimson Tears is book one of three in the Crimson Demon Trilogy. It is a paranormal why-choose romance centered around three vampires and one demon. It contains mature subject matter that might not be suitable for all readers.
The coppery bite of dried blood invaded my nostrils. Scrunching my nose up, I twitched my fingers, moving them along a satin fabric beneath me. Wherever I was, it was a hell of a lot more comfortable than cold, wet tar and broken glass.
My brain flooded with snippets of what had happened: the weird animal on the road, the crash, my body breaking on the pavement, the voices with mesmerizing British accents, sexy man bun guy, and the blinding pain.
I swallowed hard, my hand wrapping around my throat as I winced at the burning sensation.
How the fuck am I moving? My bones were shattered. I was dying.
I patted my arms, legs, stomach, chest, and head to find no injuries at all. It was like the car accident hadn’t even happened. The only indication it had was that my clothes were torn and uncomfortable dried blood was crusted all over me.
Fuck. Panic flitted through me. My phone was in the passenger seat.
I reached up and clasped the fire opal pendant resting on my neck, and a calmness spread over me from the warmth it radiated.
Thank God it’s still there.
I pried my bleary eyes open as I sat upright with adrenaline flooding my system. My gaze darted around the room, soaking in my surroundings. Soft evening light from the large glass balcony door bathed the room in a golden hue.
I was lying on a soft king-size mattress with various throw pillows scattered around me. A few gothic-like paintings hung on the white walls, and I could see the details of the brush strokes.
A low whistle from the wind howling outside was the only sound in the room, and it was eerie as fuck. I wasn’t used to that level of quiet growing up with two older brothers.
I had to let them know I was okay.
I swung my legs to the side of the bed, and my bare feet hit the plush carpet as I stood.
“Welcome to Draven Manor,” a deep voice drawled.
I whirled around to find a man leaning against the door that led to the balcony with his arms crossed—tattoos of dragons, fire, and some language I didn’t recognize covered his biceps.
He was fucking hot in a rugged kind of way. Pure white hair spiked up on his head, and a scent of charcoal and soot wafted off him. His steel eyes pierced me as his head tilted to the side, and his pink tongue darted out to wet his lips.
I couldn’t tell if it was a good or a bad thing that there was a bed separating us.
“What the fuck? How are you even real?” My tongue ran over my bottom lip. “You’re like a seriously hot anime character from an otome game.”
His lips quirked up into a cocky smile, and dangerous heat rushed through me. “What the fuck is an otome game?”
Planting a hand on my hip, I grinned. “It’s a video game. That’s all you need to know.”
“I do have Google, you know?”
“Hmm. Then I guess you can look it up yourself and sate your curiosity.”
“I’d rather sate something else, Poppy.” His gaze darkened as it raked up and down my body with clear desire.
Lyra Winters is a twenty-something Kentucky woman who adores the book world. When she’s not typing away on her laptop or daydreaming book ideas, Lyra is occupying her time taking care of her two spunky daughters and dreamy husband. She’s addicted to Coca-Cola, 2000s rap music, and bubble baths. Her dream is to write love stories that touch the reader’s hearts.
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