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A Vampire’s Heart: An Order of the Black Oak Prequel
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- Praise for A Vampire’s Heart “These Immortals surrounded by powerful witches promise exciting adventures full of danger and romance. Just the way I like them.” ~ Goodreads Reviewer “This prequel is so good, it left me wanting more.” ~ Bookbub Reviewer “It was so good to be back in the world of these characters. It felt like a warm bath. Assuming a warm bath has drama, heat, things to prove and intrigue, that is.” ~ Goodreads Reviewer “What a great lead-in to book 1 in this series! Definitely got to re-read that!” ~ Bookbub Reviewer -- SNEAK PEEK: “Hey, it’s her!” Mag elbowed him as the pub’s door opened, letting some fresh air in. “Who?” Val frowned as he continued to scan the room, casting a brief nod at the waitress bringing them their drinks. “The girl from the shop,” Mag explained with eagerness. Val reluctantly looked to see what made his brother so enthusiastic. The young witch from the craft store stood there, a small figure in an anime logoed t-shirt, plain jeans, and faded sneakers. Her poker-straight black hair fanned against her cheek and down to her chest. A little geeky, but yes, there was something about her. He felt a kinship in her awkwardness. She, too, didn’t seem to want to be there. She perused the crowd, waved at a few people, before settling her eyes on him. His breath remained caught in his throat as her gaze of the deepest jade connected with his own. The contact disturbed something in him that had been dormant for centuries. Seigneur! The strange force stirring within him had gone straight to his core. His heartbeat pounded madly as a flush of warmth spread down to his groin. Oh damn. Val instinctively searched for Sasha, who was vigorously lapping water from his bowl at his feet. He couldn’t remember ever feeling anything so intense before. He shook himself as he sunk his fingers into the fur of his loyal companion. This could mean trouble. “I wonder if I should hit on her,” Mag was saying. Val moved his head bleakly as she broke their connection to survey the bar with her head held high before waving with animation at a group of women at the back. “Sure, why not.” He let out a slow exhale, his pulse now steadier, and leaned further back in his chair. He forced himself to look away from her and continue to study the patrons. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that this young witch was something else. And with his entire being, he strongly prayed that Mag would leave this one girl alone. 
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