(The Society, Book One)
by Rebekah R. Ganiere
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Kensington
Release Date: November 17, 2014
Length: 226 Pages
She wants security. He wants freedom. Together their love could destroy the world.
Ten years after the outbreak of the V2000 virus turns the majority of humans into a mutated Vampire sub-species, the last remaining true humans are the world's hottest commodity. In this new world, it's The Society that rules.
Being the only female Vampire Lord in America isn't easy. Being thrust into the role of CEO is even harder. Danika Chekov refuses to let her father's legacy die. She's resolved to keep everything under her tight control. But after she's almost killed, she's forced to purchase a human guardian.
Mason is human, or so the Vampires think. He's determined to protect his secret, but Lord Danika buys him before he can make his escape. Their passion for each other threatens everything they want most. And when Mason's true nature is exposed, the results could be devastating.
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Excerpt
Danika barely came up to his shoulder, and he was three times as wide across the chest as she was. The air around him was warmer the closer she got. His breathing had slowed, and he swallowed hard. From her position in front of him, he would have to kneel so she could reach his collar, and she didn’t want that. She looked around for a stool or chair to stand on, but there was nothing. She spotted the dresser behind him.
She pointed to it. “Please help me up, so I can reach.” Mason eyed the dresser and then her. He licked his lips and then turned, switching places with her, watching her with great intensity. He stepped close enough that their bodies touched. Danika’s breath caught in her throat at the nearness of him. His size, scent, and heat engulfed her.
He placed his hands around her waist, his touch sending goose bumps all over her body. The heat of his skin warmed her through her thin blouse. She placed her hands on his rigid arms. He flexed and lifted her off the floor, then seated her on the dresser.
Neither of them moved. The need she’d felt for him in his cell, and then again when she had seen him at Neeman’s, was stronger than ever. A part of her deep inside called to him. Her mind screamed at her, reminding her of the plan: come in, bond him, leave.
They stared at each other for a long time. She took in every inch of his strong face: his roman nose that had been broken at least once, the reddish-brown stubble upon his cheek and chin, the pink softness of his full lips.
“Bend your neck,” she whispered.
He bowed until his neck was inches from her face. His broad chest pressed close to her. His hands shook at her waist.
He’s a human and a slave. She couldn't have another incident like Xenock. She had too much at stake. She tried not to let his closeness affect her, but she couldn’t help it. She dipped her head and breathed in the nape of his neck where his hair fell to his shoulders. His scent was like heaven. It was the most desirable thing she’d ever smelled. She couldn’t even begin to describe the texture of it.
She slid her hands up his arms, feeling every muscle beneath his shirt. Gliding over the collar, she searched for the latch. Mason’s hot fingers pressed into her flesh as she fumbled for the lock. The tension in his body was obvious from the way he tried to hold himself away from her.
Danika’s head swam as his scent swirled in her brain. Her throat felt like dry ice. The need to taste him mounted. Stop! Not another Xenock! Keep it under control! Clearing her throat, she tried to concentrate on her fingertips. The latch appeared and she inserted the key. She dropped the manacle to the dresser and he sighed. Chafing and scraping marred the skin underneath the collar. Instinctively she reached over and licked at the wounds. His fingers dug into her waist, and her senses caught on fire. She felt every fiber of his shirt, smelled the trickle of sweat that ran down his neck, heard the rapid beat of his heart. Mason’s breathing quickened, and as she pulled away from him, the sweetness of his skin lingered in her mouth. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to have him take her over to his bed and smother her with his body.
Her fangs broke through and she gazed up at him. Mason watched her, his eyes alight like flames. He leaned close to her ear and smelled the nape of her neck. A burning need blossomed in her stomach and warmth pooled between her thighs. A sudden feeling of possession overtook her, and at that moment she needed to make him hers.
“Do it. Make me yours.”
She bit down into his firm, awaiting neck. His hands clenched around her waist and his fingers dug deeper into her skin. A low rumble emitted from his chest. An animalistic, guttural sound that made Danika’s inner bad girl beg for more.
The first gulp of his blood was liquid fire. It stung her tongue and seared her icy throat as it went down. She almost pulled herself away, but the taste of it exploded inside her, making her want more, need more. The second gulp was just as hot, but now she was ready. It filled her, making the ends of her limbs tingle. Sitting on the dresser with him bent over, she drank from him greedily. Shifting his body, he stood between her parted thighs, spreading them wide. His body pressed around her, crushing her into him. His breathing quickened as every part of their bodies touched. A moan of desire escaped him. His hot, moist breath tickled her shoulder. Moving aside the collar of her blouse, he playfully bit at her skin. The sensation sent her into a frenzy. More. She needed more of him.
She pointed to it. “Please help me up, so I can reach.” Mason eyed the dresser and then her. He licked his lips and then turned, switching places with her, watching her with great intensity. He stepped close enough that their bodies touched. Danika’s breath caught in her throat at the nearness of him. His size, scent, and heat engulfed her.
He placed his hands around her waist, his touch sending goose bumps all over her body. The heat of his skin warmed her through her thin blouse. She placed her hands on his rigid arms. He flexed and lifted her off the floor, then seated her on the dresser.
Neither of them moved. The need she’d felt for him in his cell, and then again when she had seen him at Neeman’s, was stronger than ever. A part of her deep inside called to him. Her mind screamed at her, reminding her of the plan: come in, bond him, leave.
They stared at each other for a long time. She took in every inch of his strong face: his roman nose that had been broken at least once, the reddish-brown stubble upon his cheek and chin, the pink softness of his full lips.
“Bend your neck,” she whispered.
He bowed until his neck was inches from her face. His broad chest pressed close to her. His hands shook at her waist.
He’s a human and a slave. She couldn't have another incident like Xenock. She had too much at stake. She tried not to let his closeness affect her, but she couldn’t help it. She dipped her head and breathed in the nape of his neck where his hair fell to his shoulders. His scent was like heaven. It was the most desirable thing she’d ever smelled. She couldn’t even begin to describe the texture of it.
She slid her hands up his arms, feeling every muscle beneath his shirt. Gliding over the collar, she searched for the latch. Mason’s hot fingers pressed into her flesh as she fumbled for the lock. The tension in his body was obvious from the way he tried to hold himself away from her.
Danika’s head swam as his scent swirled in her brain. Her throat felt like dry ice. The need to taste him mounted. Stop! Not another Xenock! Keep it under control! Clearing her throat, she tried to concentrate on her fingertips. The latch appeared and she inserted the key. She dropped the manacle to the dresser and he sighed. Chafing and scraping marred the skin underneath the collar. Instinctively she reached over and licked at the wounds. His fingers dug into her waist, and her senses caught on fire. She felt every fiber of his shirt, smelled the trickle of sweat that ran down his neck, heard the rapid beat of his heart. Mason’s breathing quickened, and as she pulled away from him, the sweetness of his skin lingered in her mouth. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to have him take her over to his bed and smother her with his body.
Her fangs broke through and she gazed up at him. Mason watched her, his eyes alight like flames. He leaned close to her ear and smelled the nape of her neck. A burning need blossomed in her stomach and warmth pooled between her thighs. A sudden feeling of possession overtook her, and at that moment she needed to make him hers.
“Do it. Make me yours.”
She bit down into his firm, awaiting neck. His hands clenched around her waist and his fingers dug deeper into her skin. A low rumble emitted from his chest. An animalistic, guttural sound that made Danika’s inner bad girl beg for more.
The first gulp of his blood was liquid fire. It stung her tongue and seared her icy throat as it went down. She almost pulled herself away, but the taste of it exploded inside her, making her want more, need more. The second gulp was just as hot, but now she was ready. It filled her, making the ends of her limbs tingle. Sitting on the dresser with him bent over, she drank from him greedily. Shifting his body, he stood between her parted thighs, spreading them wide. His body pressed around her, crushing her into him. His breathing quickened as every part of their bodies touched. A moan of desire escaped him. His hot, moist breath tickled her shoulder. Moving aside the collar of her blouse, he playfully bit at her skin. The sensation sent her into a frenzy. More. She needed more of him.
Author Bio
Rebekah is an Award Winning Bestselling Author. Her novel Dead Awakenings, debuted in January 2014. Red the Were Hunter, the first in her Farielle Series, released in May 2014 followed by Snow the Vampire Slayer and Jamen's Yuletide Bride. Her trilogy The Society was released by Kensington's Lyrical Press.
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Interview
Please welcome Reign of the Vampires author Rebekah R. Ganiere to Diane’s Book Blog.
What is your favorite
part of the story, Reign of the Vampires?
My couple. I love Mason and Danika. I love
their story and their backgrounds.
How long did it take you to write Reign of the Vampires?
A month. Yup. I can write most books in a month. It then took me over a year to
edit it.
If you were stranded on a desert island which of
your characters do you want by your side?
Dax the werebear from my Fairelle
Series. He is tough, sweet, and very resourceful.
If you could be best friends with one of your
characters, who would it be?
Snow from Snow the Vampire Slayer. She is tough as
nails but has the heart of an angel.
What inspired you to write your first book?
I
heard there were no good zombie romances and I thought there was a pretty
decent reason! A zombie romance would be gross! But the idea wouldn't leave me
so I thought about what it would take for a zombie romance to work for me and
then I did that.
What is your favorite book that you wrote?
Oh
man. That's really hard. I love each of my books in different ways. Probably
Snow the Vampire Slayer. Book two in my Fairelle Series. It was just… I don't
know. It was different.
Who or what inspired you to be a writer?
I love
to write. Always have. I went to college for theater and then couldn't do it
anymore once I started having kids. So this to me is like theater, only I get
to create the characters that I want and watch them act out the parts.
What books have most influenced your life?
Most
influenced as a person? My scriptures. The bible and Book of Mormon. As a
writer? Alice in Wonderland, Dragonlance and Midnight Breed Series. They truly
inspire me.
What's your favorite book-turned movie?
Ugh… I
really don't have one that I love. I think Marvel has done a great job with the
comic book movies. X-men especially. Lord of the Rings was well done as well.
Not so much The Hobbit.
Who is your favorite author and what is it that
really strikes you about their work?
I have too many to name. I am seriously in
awe of Tolkien and Lewis. The depths that their work goes to are just
amazing. They're world building is
fantastic and their characters are epic.
What is your typical day like?
I get up at 7:30 and lay around till 8. Then I
get moving and get my kids started homeschooling. I then write while they do
school work until about 11. They take a break and I do to. Then we all get back
to it till 2 or 3. And then it's auditions, competition dance, fencing, gymnastics,
parkour, aeriel classes, art classes, science classes, violin, piano and acting
classes M-F till about 8:30 pm. Then chores, prayers, teeth brushed and kids in
bed so I can write till about 11.
How do you overcome writer’s block?
I bounce
things off my husband and a couple of amazing critique partners. One of which
is Fantastic with ideas!
Can you share a little of your current work with
us?
Right now I'm working on a YA sci-fi about a girl who doesn't know that
she's a princess hiding on Earth.
What book are you reading now?
I'm reading The
Mortal Instruments for the second time as well as several books on writing.
What do you prefer paperback, hardcover, or
ebooks?
Paperback. I hate messing up the jackets on hardcovers and I don't care
too much for reading on an e-reader. Though it is quite convenient when I'm out
and about.
Do you have anything specific that you want to
say to your readers?
Thank you for reading. Thank you for your words of
encouragement and love. I love hearing from you. Read for pleasure, Read for
fun!
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