Tuesday, February 8, 2011
It’s wonderful to be here at Fang-tastic Books today! I’m Dianne Duvall, paranormal romance author and creator of the new Immortal Guardians series, which began with the release of Darkness Dawns on February 1st. In Darkness Dawns, Music Theory Professor Sarah Bingham’s ordinary world is turned upside down when she unexpectedly finds herself thrust into a war that erupts between vampires and immortals.
In my Immortal Guardians series, vampires are not the heroes. They are the villains . . . and somewhat tragic ones at that, though it’s difficult to feel sorry for them considering their vile actions. They also aren’t undead. Rather they are infected with a rare symbiotic virus that first conquers, then replaces their immune system and lends them incredible strength, speed and regenerative abilities, coupled with an unfortunate photosensitivity and a need for frequent infusions of blood. Unfortunately, the virus also damages the brains of humans infected with it, causing them to rapidly descend into madness. So even good guys who are infected with it will become villains who prey upon humans.
Immortals are infected with the same virus. But they were something more than human before their transformation. Though they don’t know the source of it, each was born with incredibly advanced DNA that bestows upon them special paranormal abilities and mutates the virus so they aren’t afflicted by the madness it causes in vampires.
Cast of Characters
Sarah Bingham: A music theory professor at UNC Chapel Hill. The spring semester has ended and her only desire is rest and relaxation . . . until she finds Roland staked to the ground, being tortured by two others, in the large meadow behind her home and swiftly loses her heart to the dark, enigmatic warrior.
Roland Warbrook: A nine-hundred-and-thirty-six-year-old immortal. Born with the ability to heal with his hands, he has been betrayed one too many times in the past by those he loved the most and now distances himself from relationships of any kind and trusts no one . . . until Sarah charges into his life.
Seth: The eldest and most powerful Immortal Guardian. He possesses all of the paranormal abilities the others boast combined and then some. As their self-proclaimed leader, he considers it his responsibility to seek out all newly transformed immortals, ease their transition into their new life, train them, guide them, give them a new purpose and, if necessary, punish them should they stray from the boundaries he sets for them. He also considers them and treats them all like family, putting their safety and happiness above his own.
Bastien (Sebastien Newcombe): Roland’s new nemesis. He has done what was previously considered impossible -- raised a vampire army large enough to pose a serious threat to the Immortal Guardians -- and intends to eradicate them one victim at a time while pursuing a personal vendetta against Roland.
Marcus Grayden: An immortal who disregards Roland’s reclusive disposition and calls him friend. He recently lost the woman he has loved for eight centuries and, consumed with grief, is skating the edge as he aids Roland in battling Sebastien and his vicious army.
Amiriska (Ami): A mysterious woman of unknown origins Seth and David (the second oldest and most powerful immortal) rescue from a facility heavily guarded by either the military or mercenaries.
In this dazzling, sensual novel, Dianne Duvall beckons readers into a world of vampires, immortals, and humans with extraordinary gifts . . . where passion can last forever, if you're willing to pay the price . . .
Once, Sarah Bingham’s biggest challenge was making her students pay attention in class. Now, after rescuing a wounded stranger, she’s landed in the middle of a battle between corrupt vampires and powerful immortals who also need blood to survive. Roland Warbrook is the most compelling man Sarah has ever laid hands on. But his desire for her is mingled with a hunger he can barely control . . .
In his nine centuries of immortal existence, no woman has tempted Roland as much as Sarah. But asking her to love him is impossible -- when it mean forfeiting the world she’s always known, and the life he would do anything to protect.
Roland awoke as the sun was setting, his body wracked with pain. It took several minutes of intense concentration before he was able to distance himself from it enough to open his eyes and take in his surroundings.
The television was on, tuned to a news channel, the volume low.
He was lying on his back on the futon, his left leg bent at the knee and resting against the cushioned back. His right leg was stretched out with his foot hanging off the end. What utterly astonished him and nearly made him forget the pain, however, was Sarah, who was sprawled atop him, peacefully ensconced in slumber.
Her cheek was pillowed by his chest. Emitting a pleasant citrus scent, her hair again clung to his stubbled jaw and fell across his shoulder in curly disarray. One of her small hands loosely clutched his shoulder. The other was tucked into his side. Her full breasts warmed his stomach. Her hips rested against his groin, arousing him despite his discomfort.
Damn, but it felt good.
Giving in to temptation, he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her silky hair.
She stirred, her hand tightening on his shoulder as she snuggled closer, then fell still.
He hadn’t slept with a woman in the literal sense in over nine centuries, refusing to let down his guard enough to experience such intimacy as this. Not even with Mary, who had feigned such devotion. He had obeyed the proprieties when he had courted Mary and, fearing her reaction when she found out what he was, had never left himself so vulnerable.
But Sarah didn’t know what he was and he had no intention of telling her. He didn’t want to see the same loathing in her eyes that had darkened Beatrice’s or the fear that had widened Mary’s.
To Sarah, he was just a man.
His body hardened even more when he remembered the way her heartbeat had sped up at his touch.
Her pulse was slow and steady now, the blood in her veins calling him to come and satiate his hunger. As he listened to the steady thrum of it, his own heart began to pound.
Roland slid one hand up her back, tunneling through soft, thick curls, and rested his fingers upon the satiny skin of her neck just over her pulse.
What would she taste like? Sweet like her smiles? Or spicy like her daring spirit?
Would drinking from her merely dull the pain? Or would it set him aflame?
His body was struggling to heal itself. The need for blood clawed at him.
Roland felt his fangs descend and lengthen.
Just one taste. Sarah is sleeping. She need never know.
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