Anya DeVera
Heartache is no stranger to Anya.
Losing her parents in a helicopter crash, her twin sister and her husband are the only shred of family she has left. But when Ryan leaves her for another woman and Anise falls victim to heinous murder, Anya's world spirals into depression and despair.
But from the tragedy, a new life births. Anya inherits a home in the coveted neighborhood of Ambrose Heights.
Anya pours herself into her music and is determined to reclaim her life. But when Anya realizes something is not quite right with her new neighborhood, her world spirals into a reality filled with vampires and fantasies fulfilled.
Losing her parents in a helicopter crash, her twin sister and her husband are the only shred of family she has left. But when Ryan leaves her for another woman and Anise falls victim to heinous murder, Anya's world spirals into depression and despair.
But from the tragedy, a new life births. Anya inherits a home in the coveted neighborhood of Ambrose Heights.
Anya pours herself into her music and is determined to reclaim her life. But when Anya realizes something is not quite right with her new neighborhood, her world spirals into a reality filled with vampires and fantasies fulfilled.
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Excerpt from Veil of Seduction
With every step, their gaze deepened on one another. Their awareness heightened on the profound passage on which they were about to embark. The intensity of the moment engulfed Anya. The rhythm of her heart intensified, filling her chest with a vibrating sensation, as if the reverberation of a marching band bass drum had just crossed her path.
Steffan pulled Anya close into his chest and let the rhythm and inflection of his breath calm her.
They stood in the middle of the catwalk, hovering at the top of the grand staircase. Steffan rested his gaze at the wall of glass that flanked the great room below, cradling Anya in his embrace. The falling rain obscured the sharpness of the sparkling lights of the city. The golden illumination blurred, as if in a sensual and romantic dreamscape.
“I love you, Anya,” Steffan whispered. “I’ve waited more than a mortal man’s eternity to find you. What you are about to give to me…” Steffan paused to catch his breath. “…is the most selfless act imaginable. I will spend the rest of our eternity showing you my gratefulness for your love and your devotion in every conceivable way.”
Anya’s muscles weakened with his words and started to quiver. Her fingers, toes, nose, and ears all tingled. Steffan released his embrace and let his gaze lay on the woman who was about to become his mate. Her eyes were glassy, and her bottom lip trembled in his evaluating stare.
“I’m not changing my mind, Steffan. I have no doubts,” Anya assured him. “This is what I want. This life with you is all I want.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I’m just scared. I’m so very scared.”
Steffan moved in closer to Anya and gently cupped her face in his hands. “Of course. You are about to confront death. Fear is natural. For most of our kind, we never had time for this type of reflection…we never knew what was about to happen to us. For you, it’s different. You’ve had time to contemplate and face the choice of mortality in exchange for immortality.” Steffan kissed her on the forehead, holding her close. “I can only imagine the fear you have in you now, but I’m here to see you through this. I will not let you go. You will die, but I will ensure that my blood will have you born again.”
Steffan pulled Anya close into his chest and let the rhythm and inflection of his breath calm her.
They stood in the middle of the catwalk, hovering at the top of the grand staircase. Steffan rested his gaze at the wall of glass that flanked the great room below, cradling Anya in his embrace. The falling rain obscured the sharpness of the sparkling lights of the city. The golden illumination blurred, as if in a sensual and romantic dreamscape.
“I love you, Anya,” Steffan whispered. “I’ve waited more than a mortal man’s eternity to find you. What you are about to give to me…” Steffan paused to catch his breath. “…is the most selfless act imaginable. I will spend the rest of our eternity showing you my gratefulness for your love and your devotion in every conceivable way.”
Anya’s muscles weakened with his words and started to quiver. Her fingers, toes, nose, and ears all tingled. Steffan released his embrace and let his gaze lay on the woman who was about to become his mate. Her eyes were glassy, and her bottom lip trembled in his evaluating stare.
“I’m not changing my mind, Steffan. I have no doubts,” Anya assured him. “This is what I want. This life with you is all I want.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I’m just scared. I’m so very scared.”
Steffan moved in closer to Anya and gently cupped her face in his hands. “Of course. You are about to confront death. Fear is natural. For most of our kind, we never had time for this type of reflection…we never knew what was about to happen to us. For you, it’s different. You’ve had time to contemplate and face the choice of mortality in exchange for immortality.” Steffan kissed her on the forehead, holding her close. “I can only imagine the fear you have in you now, but I’m here to see you through this. I will not let you go. You will die, but I will ensure that my blood will have you born again.”