Vampire's Bride
(A Vampire and his Captive Heart)
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Vampire's Bride
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Narrated by:
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Aurora Rose Lynn
This title uses virtual voice narration
Virtual voice is computer-generated narration for audiobooks.
She is a vampire’s captive lady.
Sierra Wolfe’s second husband failed to show up at the altar. Heartbroken and alone, she strolls out onto the old Carnival Pier. Her first husband divorced her. The second jilted her. Yet, she hasn’t been completely abandoned. Her ex-husband has followed her, but she wants nothing to do with him. He’s made a huge mistake. Is it too late to forgive the man she truly loves? Brett Wolfe, one of the undead, divorced his wife in the hope she would be happier with a mortal man. Watching a melancholy Sierra in her wispy wedding gown, he regrets his decision and wants her back. The Carnival Pier holds happy memories. Maybe they can be rekindled, along with Sierra’s love. He just can’t face the rest of his life without her . . .Excerpt:
The moon bathed the ocean and the dilapidated carnival on the pier with its silvery glow and cast the forlorn woman in her long wedding gown in breathy, expectant shadows. Brett's guilt washed over him for the hundredth time since seeing his ex-wife step out of her fancy, expensive heels and without giving them a backward glance, stroll dejectedly onto the beach, her shoulders slumped and her back hunched forward. He’d wondered for a year, five months, two days, and five and a half hours (give or take a couple of minutes) if he'd done the right thing in divorcing Sierra. He was an eternal vampire and she was a mortal, although a devastatingly lovely mortal with sleek dark hair that swept her waist and an innocent, beguiling expression that lured jaded, hardened men from their complacency about the fair sex. And yet the man she loved hadn't even bothered to make it to the altar today, had left her standing in the annex holding a wilting bouquet of pale pink roses and baby's breath and a heart that had been hurt far too many times. Brett didn't believe in God but tossed a short prayer into the air asking that Sierra forgive him for what he was about to do. He spoke her name softly, like a dry leaf scudding along the sidewalk. "Sierra." She didn't jump as he expected. She merely turned to gaze at him over her shoulder, then without a spark of recognition, returned to her survey of the pounding waves and the invisible horizon darkness had obliterated. He knew he shouldn't have come, should have stayed away from her, but how could he when she felt betrayed, as if her whole world had collapsed? First him and then this man she thought she could spend the rest of her life with. He took a deep breath, seized her wrist, and spun her around to face him. "Look at me." She was exquisite in the off-the-shoulder gown. Bare neck, bare shoulders. She blinked several times. "What do you want Brett?" she asked in resignation. He heard the unspoken accusation, wanted to take her in his arms and make her forever promises but the tears rolling down her cheeks one by lonely one, stopped him.
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