New Vampire Disorder
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: Sep. 30, 2016
Number of pages: 220
Word Count: 62500
Cover Artist: P and N Graphics
Grace Otto was a vampire child adopted by humans and raised in a secluded but loving environment. When she stumbles across their murders, she comes face to face with Rourke, the male who’s haunted her nightmares, who might have killed her birth family. It’s not long before she realizes the mysterious male is not the one responsible for her parents’ demise, but their pasts are irrevocably linked and she’s forced to leave the human world to find out how.
Around Grace, Rourke dares to think of a better future, one that can overwrite his traumatic history. Until she unwittingly commits an act of betrayal that threatens her and their entire species. To save Grace, Rourke will need to hunt down the demons of their past.
Involuntarily, she shivered. That voice! His smell! Coupled with his looks—he was dangerous on so many levels.
She flashed again, two more miles up the trail. Her logical mind informed her that he’d followed her twice already. She hadn’t even known it was possible.
He appeared in front of her, an eyebrow arched. “Did you have something to do with the humans’ deaths?”
At the mention of her parents, she went wild.
For all the good it did.
She punched, she kicked, she kneed. All easily deflected. He clasped her arms to pull her toward him and spin her around. Both of her legs pumped and flailed, trying to kick back into his shins or loosen his grip, but he restrained her like it was something he did every day.
From his domineering presence and grim demeanor, maybe he did.
He jolted her so hard her teeth clattered. It stunned her into momentary stillness. When she tensed to start all over again, he repeated the movement—harder. Her breath whooshed out like she’d been heimliched.
She struggled to inhale against his vice-like grip. He was an immobile wall at her back. Humiliatingly enough, she wanted to seek comfort in that wall.
Tears pricked her eyes. She sniffled.
His grip loosened, then tightened again. “Don’t think that’ll work on me,” he sneered into her ear.
The dam broke and sob after sob escaped her.
About the Author:
Marie Johnston lives in the upper-Midwest with her husband, four kids, and an old cat. Deciding to trade in her lab coat for a laptop, she’s writing down all the tales she’s been making up in her head for years. An avid reader of paranormal romance, these are the stories hanging out and waiting to be told, between the demands of work, home, and the endless chauffeuring that comes with children.