Dear Secret Agent,
Everyone knows it's not safe to go out drinking alone, especially for a beautiful twenty-four-year-old woman. That's why Liz did the smart thing and went with her friends. Oh, she was on the lookout for the run-of-the-mill pervert all right, but no one ever bothered to explain that things other than lecherous men prowled the night. And they sure never told her she could become one.
Fighting against an all consuming blood lust, Liz’s only hope of regaining humanity is to locate the man who bit her. Finding him could be more than she bargained for. Michael, her unwitting maker, is a vampire assassin. Years before she was born, his archenemy Monroe set a spell in motion to bring about his destruction. Liz is the tool that could bring it to fruition.
Trapped in an ancient battle between good and evil, she encounters a world of magic, supernatural beings, and treacherous plots to kill those she holds dear. Liz must decide if she will remain true to her unfailing belief in the preservation of life, or succumb to the darkness that dwells inside her.
THE DARK GIFT: BIRTHRIGHT is a 94,000 word Urban Fantasy. It is suitable for crossover to YA.
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Thank you for your time and consideration. I look forward to hearing from you.
Regards,
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This was crazy. Just Forty-eight hours ago, the man Elizabeth was willing to sacrifice herself for before this council of vampire elders, had been the very same man who killed her. She glanced around the large hall hoping to find a friendly face—anything that might calm her wrangled nerves.
The spacious room coupled with a high arched ceiling could have doubled as an auditorium. Three lines of tiered benches surrounded the grayed wood floor adding to the effect. Dotted throughout the crowd were beings of extraordinary beauty. But there were others there. The kind pictured in horror stories. Sallow skinned, tangled hair, with monstrous features and fangs, they laughed and jostled each other in anticipation of what was about to happen. If the vampires gathered had been using their voices instead of their minds to speak, the noise would have reverberated to the intensity of a rock concert.
“There he is. I wonder if he's ever considered being under the hand of his brand of justice?”
“Oh, she's beautiful. The pain of this loss will be great for him,” another voice snickered.
“Two hundred years I have waited for this moment. Tell me, Michael, how does it feel? Was it all worth it now?”
Nothing she could make out sounded like a help to their cause. The vampires wanted retribution. Without thinking, she edged closer to Michael. In the presence of all this hostility, his nearness felt like a safe haven.
