MishaK

Driven by his need for revenge, Lazarus, the Lore’s most ruthless vampire, plots to seize the throne of Wilyra and rule it along with his betrothed, the fae goddess Maeve who thrives in a borrowed body.   

Lazarus has a perfect plan—until he finds Emmalyn, a young mortal who is the daughter of the rebel leader of blood vassals in his kingdom and an integral part of his plan. He captures the young girl to cast her soul out for Maeve.   

Emmalyn yearns for a better life to escape from her stepmother and an indifferent father. She never imagined that they would sell her to the royals to save her brother’s life. 

But there’s only one problem. Emmalyn tempts Lazarus beyond reason. As the time to cast her soul out draws closer, he must choose between his lust for the throne or his irresistible mortal.  

Will Lazarus succumb to lust for power and crown? Or will he risk it all to have a future with her?

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This novel is a part of the series of Feral Confessions because of few common characters but is a standalone. Other books are: Feral Confessions: Adrianna and the Alpha, The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince, Ileus: The Dark Prince, Dark Hunger, The Alpha's Temptation
Cover belongs to me. Cover artist: Michelle Lee

Call Of The Dark

"It is you who want me to use her services, isn't it?" The way she was speaking it was as if she didn't feel an iota of attraction towards him. So he added, "Emma wants to sow the seed of discord between us. She wants to take me out of your clutches. She feels that she can make me fall in love with her."

Maeve kept her glass on the table and started to laugh. "That is so surprising!" Then her voice dropped. "It seems that you are also getting attracted to her, aren't you? You have started liking her over me? I am a goddess!"

"Emma!" Yul's voice came out loud and Lazarus's attention went back to her. Now Yul had his hand over the back of her chair. He had leaned over her and was whispering something in her ear. Lazarus noticed that other men also started looking in her direction. It was as if they were fucking her with their eyes. He didn't know that jealousy had so many levels.

Debauched