{"id":2476,"date":"2013-08-24T05:18:20","date_gmt":"2013-08-24T05:18:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.felicityheaton.com\/blog\/?p=2476"},"modified":"2013-08-03T16:11:13","modified_gmt":"2013-08-03T16:11:13","slug":"snippet-saturday-stop-dragging-my-heart-around-excerpt-from-love-immortal-vampire-romance-novel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.felicityheaton.com\/blog\/2013\/08\/24\/snippet-saturday-stop-dragging-my-heart-around-excerpt-from-love-immortal-vampire-romance-novel\/","title":{"rendered":"Snippet Saturday – Stop Dragging My Heart Around – Excerpt from Love Immortal (Vampire Romance Novel)"},"content":{"rendered":"

It’s time for Snippet Saturday!<\/strong> Each week has a theme or is author’s choice. This week the theme is Stop Dragging My Heart Around – Putting your foot down.<\/p>\n

This week my snippet comes from one of my stand alone vampire romance novels, Love Immortal<\/strong><\/a>. It’s long again this week. I have no concept of what a snippet is! When it comes to Julian, I just have to let this gorgeous immortal warrior have his way… and his way is a long excerpt from his book that shows just what a charming, beautiful, man he is.<\/p>\n

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\"Love<\/a><\/p>\n

Julian flinched as the double doors slammed, one of them bouncing back open. It hadn\u2019t gone as well as he\u2019d hoped. He closed his eyes and cursed himself. He\u2019d never been good with these kinds of words, with speaking of his past. Perhaps he should have given more thought to how he was going to tell her. He should have practiced. Now he\u2019d only made things worse.<\/p>\n

Lauren was convinced that she was Illia. Her confession about her feelings had left him in no doubt that he hadn\u2019t imagined them, but it still didn\u2019t stop a part of him from being convinced that she didn\u2019t love him, couldn\u2019t love him. None but Illia had. He\u2019d wanted to tell her that. It would have made her realise that she was wrong about herself. She wasn\u2019t Illia. None of them had been.<\/p>\n

They were all different. The soul was the same but the heart changed.<\/p>\n

His feelings for her weren\u2019t because of Illia. When he felt he loved her, it wasn\u2019t his love for Illia renewed but a new love completely.<\/p>\n

Julian clenched his fists and cursed himself again. Now he\u2019d hurt her. His pathetic confession had gone horribly wrong and he\u2019d been silent when he should have explained to her that his love was for her, Lauren, not Illia. He needed to convince her of that.<\/p>\n

He walked through the building, his senses fixed on Lauren\u2019s scent even though he knew where he would find her. Her bedroom.<\/p>\n

He had to tell her everything, even if it meant setting himself up for a fall that would be more painful than the one he\u2019d taken for Illia.<\/p>\n

Seeing her repeatedly reborn and then die had hurt him deeply, as deeply as not being loved. His existence had been lonely even when he wasn\u2019t alone. Now Lauren was offering her heart to him, rekindling his lost emotions and his desire to do his duty and protect her so she would survive the fight against Lycaon. She deserved something in return.<\/p>\n

As fragile as his heart was, he would offer it to her.
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\nReaching her door, Julian paused with his hand on the handle. The shower was running but it didn\u2019t mask the sound of her sobs or the hurt that he could sense. He leaned against the door and waited, giving her the space that she needed even though he wanted to go to her and ease her pain. It hurt to stand and listen to her crying when those tears were because of him. He had to tell her this time. He had to make it clear to her and let her in, regardless of the danger to himself.<\/p>\n

The room fell quiet. He waited, listening. When it had been quiet for a few minutes, he knocked.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome in.\u201d Her voice was small and hoarse.<\/p>\n

Julian opened the door and paused when he saw her sitting on the white wrought iron bed in front of him in a black satin slip, her damp hair twisted up and pinned. He\u2019d never seen it so red or so short, or her so beautiful. Even Illia hadn\u2019t been so stunning. Lauren\u2019s warmth, her heart, added a new level to her beauty. She was beautiful inside and out.<\/p>\n

He closed the door and tried to gather his thoughts so he said things right this time.<\/p>\n

Lauren\u2019s eyes met his. In the warm light from the lamp on the bedside table, he could see that they were red. He hated that he\u2019d hurt her, but loved it too because it made it perfectly clear that she did have feelings for him, and that there was hope for him yet.<\/p>\n

After all the lonely years, it felt like an elixir, a sweet drug that she gave him with each stolen glance and secret smile. It had breathed life back into his tired body and rebuilt his heart. She\u2019d made him whole again, and he couldn\u2019t thank her enough.<\/p>\n

He could only offer himself and wait for her reaction.<\/p>\n

He sat down on the edge of her bed, facing the door, leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees, and let his hands dangle between his legs.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am sorry,\u201d he whispered on a sigh and looked at her. \u201cI did not say things well. Will you allow me to speak now and I will try to\u2026 I will get it right this time?\u201d<\/p>\n

She made a small noise that he took as a yes and pulled her knees up to her chest, holding them with one arm and picking at the mauve bed cover with her other hand. Her slender legs were pale in contrast to the slip and the dark covers. He ran his gaze up them and then to her face. She was staring at the bed, her brown eyes still showing signs of tears and her cheeks flushed from crying.<\/p>\n

Julian looked away at the carpet, not wanting to see what he had done to her, and then forced himself to face her again. She deserved that too, deserved to see in his eyes just how she made him feel and that he was telling her the truth.<\/p>\n

\u201cI loved Illia,\u201d he said and new tears threatened to spill over her lashes. He cursed them and himself, and quickly continued, hoping to ease her pain. \u201cBut that love has been fading since her original death, and since six centuries ago it has slowly died. I have been fooling myself since then, believing that I still loved her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you don\u2019t.\u201d Those three words were a test.<\/p>\n

He shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen did you realise?\u201d<\/p>\n

Torn between wanting her to see his feelings and wanting to protect his heart, he flitted between looking into her eyes and looking away to his right at the shuttered window.<\/p>\n

\u201cOnly recently,\u201d he whispered, not strong enough to fully voice those words or offer Lauren a better explanation.<\/p>\n

Her eyebrows rose. She understood what he wasn\u2019t saying. She\u2019d made him realise.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are not Illia, Lauren. None of you have ever been Illia. It has taken me three millennia to realise that while her soul was reborn in each of you, her heart was not. Her feelings for me died when she did. Each of you is shaped by your experiences, by your heart, and not by your soul, and each of you have been less and less like Illia.\u201d He took hold of her hand, wanting to reassure her and needing the reassurance that came from touching her too. His orders didn\u2019t matter right now, not when Lauren needed him.<\/p>\n

Lauren gave him a look that stabbed him in the chest, her eyes full of pain and unshed tears. He longed to know what she was thinking, whether it was too late for him and he\u2019d ruined everything. Had his confession done anything to make her see that he loved her and that his feelings had nothing to do with Illia or the others? Had he made it clear that she wasn\u2019t Illia?<\/p>\n

\u201cWe are all different then?\u201d she muttered into her knees, looking up at him now.<\/p>\n

With a sigh, he reached over and stroked her cheek, looking deep into her eyes. \u201cNone as different as you.\u201d<\/p>\n

A faint smile touched her rosy lips but it only lasted a second.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou loved them all.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI foolishly held on to a love that no longer existed, believing that they were Illia,\u201d he countered and tried to think of a way to explain to her what his life had been like. If she knew then she would understand him. He would have let her in and she would have complete power over him. It hurt, but he pushed the words out. \u201cNone of you have ever loved me.\u201d<\/p>\n

He felt small and vulnerable as he sat beside her, waiting for her to say something.<\/p>\n

Pain showed in her eyes. Her hand caught his, holding it tight, squeezing it so hard that it actually hurt.<\/p>\n

In the blink of an eye, she was kneeling close to him, her arms around his neck and her forehead resting against his right cheek.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t know what to do. His heart warmed as she clung to him, her breath soft against his throat. Lauren was so different. She was his salvation, his light in the darkness. While all others had forsaken him, had turned their back on him, she had embraced him.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she whispered against his skin.<\/p>\n

He frowned and turned his head towards her, wondering if he\u2019d heard her correctly.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d he said in a low voice, his hand coming up to rest on her arm. She was so warm and soft. Everything he\u2019d ever wanted but never had.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d There was a slight laugh to her tone, as though she really didn\u2019t know why she was apologising. \u201cI just feel responsible. They\u2019re me and I\u2019m them in a way.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOnly a small way.\u201d He took hold of her wrist and brought her hand away from his neck, causing her to sit back. Would she ever know exactly what she\u2019d done for him, how she\u2019d ended a painful existence and given him new hope and a new sense of duty? \u201cYou are so different to all of them.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her fingers closed around his hand and she held it, her eyes still fixed on his. \u201cI won\u2019t die. I won\u2019t put you through that again.\u201d<\/p>\n

Placing his other hand over hers, he prayed that she could keep that promise because he didn\u2019t want to lose her. She averted her gaze. The atmosphere in the room turned heavy, stifling. Reaching up, Julian placed his hand against her cheek, cupping it and absorbing her warmth as she blushed. He raised her head and her eyes briefly met his before darting towards the window behind him. She was embarrassed. That reaction drew a smile from him, one that broadened when she moved closer and rested her head on his shoulder.<\/p>\n

A quiet calm filled him, easing the tension from his body inch by inch. Only Lauren could make him feel this way\u2014at one with the world and peaceful. When she was close to him, touching him, she made him warm and allayed his fears. She made him forget the world outside existed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou smell like blood,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n

Fire swept through his veins when she tilted her head back, bringing her lips close to the right side of his neck.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou need to feed.\u201d He offered his wrist.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere are no scars on your neck.\u201d Her breath was warm against him but didn\u2019t compare to the heat of her touch as she lightly ran a finger down his throat.<\/p>\n

He shuddered, barely able to take the way it felt to have her hands on him, caressing him, and her hungry gaze on his neck.<\/p>\n

\u201cHave I ever bitten here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut vampires bite necks.\u201d She moved closer.<\/p>\n

He tensed. It wasn\u2019t a reaction to what she\u2019d said but to the feel of her breasts brushing his arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe are not vampires.\u201d He might have sounded more convincing if he hadn\u2019t whispered those words on an exhale of sheer pleasure.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think we are.\u201d Her voice was sin and temptation, quietly spoken against his skin. \u201cWhy haven\u2019t I?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause in the thirty incarnations since your first death, you have not loved me.\u201d He paused, steeled himself against the pain these words would cause him, and then said, \u201cYou forbade it.\u201d<\/p>\n

His abrupt confession made her stop and draw back. She frowned into his eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd the first time?\u201d she said and it was his turn to frown. \u201cYou said since my first death\u2026 meaning the first time was different. Illia was different.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe died before she could bite me. She died in my arms that time and every time since then.\u201d It hurt to say that, to acknowledge it aloud for her to hear. Illia had wanted to bite him. When he\u2019d come back, it had been too late to save her and too late for them. They had never had the chance to act on their feelings, but he had a chance with Lauren.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut that time it was different, because I loved you too.\u201d Lauren knelt beside him, her hands in her lap and an aura of sorrow about her. She took hold of his hand and toyed with his fingers. \u201cThis time might be different too\u2026 if you want it to be, Julian.\u201d<\/p>\n

With that, she leaned in close to his neck and breathed in deeply. She\u2019d adapted quickly to her new life, to her new need for blood, proving herself strong even when she didn\u2019t believe that she was. He\u2019d expected her to take longer to become comfortable with herself. She pulled the collar of his black shirt aside.<\/p>\n

\u201cI would like to, if that\u2019s okay?\u201d she whispered against his skin.<\/p>\n

A wave of warm desire surged through him.<\/p>\n

He couldn\u2019t speak. All he could do was tilt his chin up in silent invitation.<\/p>\n

Her lips brushed his neck, warm breath making him burn. She moved around in front of him, placing her knee between his legs so she was straddling his left thigh, her mouth against the left side of his neck. Her hands settled on his shoulders. His curled into fists in an effort to stop himself from reaching out and taking hold of her. He moved backwards on the bed, until his calves hit the mattress, giving her more room to kneel close to him.<\/p>\n

The soft glide of her tongue over the side of his throat made him shiver and he leaned his head further to one side, desperately encouraging her to bite him, to give him everything he\u2019d wanted for three millennia.<\/p>\n

Connection.<\/p>\n

Love.<\/p>\n

An answer to his prayers.<\/p>\n

Julian tensed when her small sharp fangs slowly punctured his skin and eased into his flesh. Her first shallow pull on his blood made him groan inside, the pleasure unbearable and so intense that it bordered on taking control, overpowering his mind and any shred of sense that remained.<\/p>\n

She was so gentle, her suckling as soft as a kitten, tender and slow, as though she wanted to savour every drop of blood on her tongue. When her fangs left him, he mourned their loss and was sure that she would stop. Instead, she brushed her lips over his throat, licking and teasing, torturing him with the divine feeling of her feeding. It had never been like this.<\/p>\n

The connection between them was incredible, giving him a glimpse of her feelings and what this moment meant to her. Her actions were so careful and measured, each caress of her tongue driving him a little further out of his mind. His lips parted as his own fangs extended without warning. He half-closed his eyes when she sunk her fangs back into his throat, drawing harder on his blood this time.<\/p>\n

His breathing turned shallow.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d never imagined it would feel so intense, so beautiful, to have her do this. In fact, he was sure it was only because it was Lauren. She alone stirred the incredible passion inside him and the desperate need for her to continue. She could bleed him dry and he wouldn\u2019t care as long as she didn\u2019t let go of him until his heart had beat its last.<\/p>\n

She moved closer and her body pressed against his\u2014soft and light, warm and supple. His hands hovered close to her. He wanted to draw her near, so she was flush against him, her barely covered breasts on his chest and his groin against the apex of her thighs. He wanted to roll her over and nestle between those thighs.<\/p>\n

Wanted to bite her and hear her cry his name as she climaxed.<\/p>\n

Her slow drinking from his vein aroused him but he still retained the tiniest fragment of sense and control. He wished he didn\u2019t. Lost in the connection between them, her feelings and his own, it all seemed so possible. If he touched her, if he ran his hands over her bare thighs just as he needed to, she wouldn\u2019t resist. She would be his.<\/p>\n

Back in the training room, she might have stopped herself but he knew what she\u2019d been on the brink of saying.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d gone through the awakening to be with him.<\/p>\n

That thought alone made him giddy. When combined with the feel of her lapping at his neck and her hands on him, it made him feel drunk.<\/p>\n

Lauren drew back, licking the wound on his throat, light sensual brushes of her tongue\u2014silk against his flesh. He inhaled deeply. He loved the smell of her skin, the scent of her blood and her arousal. It made him painfully hard. His eyes opened and zeroed in on her bare neck. He hadn\u2019t tasted her blood since the night she\u2019d turned him. It was forbidden. She had forbade it. Now he wanted to taste her more than ever. He wanted to complete the connection and make her see just what she did to him.<\/p>\n

Just how much he loved her.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Did you enjoy the snippet?<\/p>\n

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More about the book:<\/p>\n

\"Love<\/a>Love Immortal<\/a><\/strong>
\nFelicity Heaton<\/strong>
\nRescued from werewolves by the most breathtaking man she’s ever seen, Lauren is dragged into the fight of her life and a dark world she never knew existed. There, she discovers that she’s the latest reincarnation of a goddess and must drink the blood of her immortal protector, Julian, in order to reawaken and continue her three thousand year old mission to defeat Lycaon, the original werewolf.<\/p>\n

With the help of Julian and an organisation of people with supernatural abilities, Lauren fights for her life, their future and the fate of mankind against Lycaon and his deadly army, but can she succeed when Lycaon has killed all of her predecessors?<\/p>\n

Can she crack the armour around Julian’s heart and seize her happily forever after with him? And can Julian bring himself to trust Lauren with the fragments of his heart after everything he’s been through?<\/p>\n

Available in e-book from:<\/strong>
\nAmazon Kindle<\/strong><\/a> | Amazon Kindle UK<\/strong><\/a> | Amazon Kindle Germany<\/strong><\/a> | Amazon Kindle France<\/strong><\/a> | Amazon Kindle Canada<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

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Barnes and Noble<\/strong><\/a> | Kobo Books<\/strong><\/a> | Sony Reader Store<\/strong><\/a> | Smashwords<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

 
\nAvailable in paperback from:<\/strong>
\nAmazon.com<\/strong><\/a> | Amazon.co.uk<\/strong><\/a> | Barnes and Noble<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

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Don’t forget to visit the other authors who are participating to read their snippets…
\nLauren Dane<\/a>
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\nShiloh Walker<\/a>
\nTaige Crenshaw<\/a>
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