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Book Title: The Vampyr’s Husband (D’Vaire, Book 25)
Author: Jessamyn
Kingley
Publisher: Independently
Published
Cover Artist: LJ Anderson,
Mayhem Cover Creations
Release Date: September 16,
2021
Genre. M/M Urban Fantasy Romance
Trope: Fated Mates
Themes: Fate, love
Heat Rating: 3 flames
Length: 93 683
words
Buy Links – Available in Kindle
Unlimited
For one vampire, finding
his mate is far easier than convincing him Fate is real.
Blurb
A shrewd business owner, Vampyr Lord Nikolai Volkov has
one of the most powerful companies on the planet. Besides success, Nikolai has a loving
family that leads the vampires, but he aches to find his mate. Although Nikolai is proud to be
a vampire, he begs Fate to bring him someone to adore—someone who can quench his
need for blood. Nikolai believes his other half will be a human, and he’ll stop at nothing to
find him.
James Chase swore off love, marriage, and any romantic
entanglements at twenty-two when he discovered his boyfriend cheating on him. His father
tried to dictate his future, so James left him behind too. Over a decade later, James is a
hard-working and successful man who allows no one to impact his feelings. Like every
human he knows, James prefers to ignore the Council of Sorcery and Shifters.
At a party James attends to satisfy his sister, he meets a
vampire who insists they are mates. James knows little and cares nothing about the people
in the Council. Despite Nikolai’s best efforts, James refuses to be swept off his feet. Torn
between their two vastly different worlds, Nikolai must convince James that Fate is real if
they are to honor her. But first, the vampire will need to persuade the other half of his soul
to give their relationship a chance.
Excerpt
“I really appreciate you agreeing to have dinner with me
tonight.”
“You left me with little choice,” James stated, picking up his
fork and forcefully spearing a slice of cucumber. “Not only did you call my assistant on
multiple occasions, but you tried to fill my office with flowers and other junk. You need to
stop sending me things immediately.”
“I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable. I’m possibly
overzealous, but I have waited over a thousand years for you.”
“Excuse me?”
“Did you read the book I sent, Jamie?”
“It’s James, and no, I work for a living. I don’t have time to
read books, nor do I care at all about your Council.”
It was the truth, or at least the one James wanted to
believe. His curiosity was easily squelched, or so James told himself. The way the book on
his coffee table beckoned to him was a secret he’d never share. Whatever attraction he felt
for Nikolai had to be ignored, no matter how gorgeous the vampire was.
Nikolai frowned. “I was hoping you’d at least have read the
section about mates.”
The Vampyr Lord’s persistence was commendable but
annoying. James refused to give in to the newfound interest he might have about Nikolai’s
world, and he wondered how the vampire could be so sure of his pursuit of James. Slapping
on the stare he gave an underperforming employee, James’s gaze met Nikolai’s head on.
“Why, so I’d understand whatever relationship your butler
and chauffer have? Nikolai, I’m here to tell you to stop contacting me, not because I want to
be friends.”
The disappointment on Nikolai’s face was unmistakable,
and James wondered why his immediate reaction was to soothe the vampire. The feeling
was unexpected and unwelcome.
“I suppose there’s no delicate way to explain matebonds or
Fate to a human.”
“Are you really going to try that whole line about how fate
brought us together?” James asked with a forced laugh. “I didn’t expect someone as
successful as you to have your head stuck in clouds. I at least expected you to have enough
experience to know that tired clichés rarely work.”
“The Council of Sorcery and Shifters is comprised of races
who share a single thing in common. We were granted gifts from Fate,” Nikolai explained
quietly. “For some, they wield magic, or can shift into a beast. I was given immortality, the
ability to teleport, and other talents. Because we live for so long, she also matches us with
someone who is our perfect complement. If they find themselves willing and able to build a
relationship, they bond with blood or bite, which unites them for eternity.
“There are signals to tell us when we’ve met that person. It
varies but often consists of a strong scent associated with that person and instant sexual
attraction. I saw the surprise on your face. I know you felt it,” Nikolai insisted, his pale eyes
boring into James’s in an unwavering way that made James uncomfortable.
Was it possible for Nikolai to see through James’s
hard-earned mask?
James had no idea how Nikolai knew about the roses that
even at the moment he could smell wafting off the vampire, or the inopportune erection
he’d had at his sister’s party, but perhaps mind reading was one of his gifts. A sense of fear
swept through him at the thought of pissing off the vampire, as he had no clue what Nikolai
was capable of, but he quickly dismissed it. Nothing about Nikolai gave the impression he’d
lash out.
“I’m not a fan of organized religion, nor do I believe in
God,” James said. “I’m not judging you because you’re a believer or because you’re part of a
larger religious structure, but you can’t expect me to start a relationship with you because
some book told you that you’d meet your match someday. Maybe it’s a completely
legitimate foundation, but I can assure you that I’m not your perfect complement.”
“Our belief in Fate is not a religion. There is no faith
necessary. I’m clearly a vampire, and I’m surrounded by happy mates bonded by blood and
bite. It’s a tangible thing and is explained clearly in the book I sent over.”
“Which I already told you I’m not going to read.” The
Council continued to hold no interest to a man whose life wouldn’t intersect with magickind,
shifters, or sexy vampires, no matter how much they might appeal. If James kept repeating
it, he’d get the courage to toss the book Nikolai wanted him to read in the trash, or so he
hoped.
“I suppose it would be asking too much to expect Fate to
grant me someone far less stubborn than myself,” Nikolai muttered.
For a moment James had to question whether the beautiful
and enticing man was unhinged. “Have you ever spoken with a professional?”
“I’m not crazy, Jamie.”
About the Author
Jessamyn Kingley lives in
Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she
dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in
love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute
favorite.
Jessamyn is married and
working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent
of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and
gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is
only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.
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