π¦π Magic happens
and sparks fly in the small town of Havers-By-the-Sea when a sharp-tongued
vampire crosses paths with a broody gargoyle. π¦π
Vamps and Vendettas
Star-Crossed Chronicles Book 3
by AK Nevermore
Genre: Spicy Small Town Paranormal Romance
Karma sucks.
Ophelia DiamondΓ© never asked to be summoned to Havers-by-the-Sea, but when the
node makes her an offer she canβt refuse, she officially becomes stuck
representing the crappy little town. Having to clean up their messy legal
issues isnβt what she wants to be doing, but anythingβs better than being
returned to the vampire courtβs clutchesβor at least she thought so before she
met the opposing counsel.
Gideon Sperry isnβt known for his patience or his giving nature, but he is one
hell of a lawyer. Unfortunately, all that goes out the window when Ophelia
shows up, and the lawsuit between Havers and Fayet becomes personal.
But the facts arenβt adding up. When it becomes clear that karmaβs had a hand
in bringing them together, they need to find a way to build a case against
whoβs really at fault for the turbine debacle. If they canβt, itβs not just the
town itself thatβs in danger, but every residentβs very lifeblood.
Magic happens and sparks fly in the
small town of Havers-By-the-Sea when a sharp-tongued vampire crosses paths with
a broody gargoyle. VAMPS AND VENDETTAS, a spicy slow burn paranormal romance
novel in the Star-Crossed Chronicles series by AK Nevermore.
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β¦ Sassy Vampire FMC
β¦ Overprotective Gargoyle MMC
β¦ He Falls First
β¦ Hidden Powers
β¦ Loads of Snarky Banter
β¦ Touch-Her-and-Die
β¦ Forced Allies
β¦ Dark Secret
β¦ Second Chance Romance
β¦ Slow Burn
β¦ Small Town
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Explicit Scenes ~ Very Hot
Prologue
Greenthorn Indoctrination Center, Vampire Tribal Lands
Ophelia sat on a hard plastic chair, clenching a mangled pamphlet
between her sweaty palms. The silence in the stark, cream and beige waiting
room was beyond oppressive. Sheβd been there since six that morning, and the hour hand on the clock
above the frosted glass door had made almost a full circuit.
She riffled her hair. The wait was fucking ridiculous. What the hell
was going on back there? All her forms had been completed, every legal
requirement satisfied. Sheβd even taken the intro course to their bullshit religious instruction
and been blessed by one of their preoti. This part shouldβve gone faster, especially after her more-than-generous donation to the
cause.
Fucking bloodsuckers.
God, she just wanted to burst through that stupid door and get this
over with. Damn it. No. Breathe. She struggled to bite back her temper. Be contrite, Phe. Try to channel fucking worthiness. She snorted. Like that was hard. She was a hell of a lot farther up
the food chain than the rest of the losers thatβd shown up to volunteer.
Throughout the day, seats filled with indigents and the dying had
slowly emptied to the right and left of her until only herself and two other
people were in the room.