Alien Legacy: The Vampire by Keri Kruspe

I'm excited to announce Book Four of my Ancient Alien Descendants series titled Alien Legacy: The Vampire. I really loved "mashing" up two genres - Paranormal with SciFi Romance. My heroes have the typical vampire tendencies as they struggle to stop an alien invasion headed to Earth.

Here's the blurb:

From deep within a hidden moon city to the streets of an alien rogue planet comes a tale of elusive love…

 

Zamush is the stuff of legends. An apex predator of the night, he’s able to control and manipulate others to his will.

 The Vampire.

 He has lived a lonely life for thousands of years—until he meets her. She’s an alluring and provocative mix of innocence and temptress. His match in every way.

 He falls in love at first sight, but her heart belongs to someone else.

 Jelena is an outcast, ridiculed for being different. Living in the shadows, she struggles each day to overcome the restless urges plaguing her…until the day she watches a video of a rogue leader fighting to thwart the efforts of the maniacal dictator they live under. Now, her life’s goal is to meet this leader, convinced only he can complete who she is. When that leader is captured and sentenced to a violent execution, she will do anything to save him.

 Even trade Zamush for the condemned male.

 Zamush willingly agrees to Jelena’s dangerous plan just to be with her. It’s a race against time. Not only are their lives on the line, but he must win her heart before she meets the man of her dreams.

It's on sale for 0.99 during it's Pre-Order until the 17th. It will also be enrolled in Kindle Unlimited so you can get it for FREE! 

To celebrate, here's the scene where the hero (Zamush) stumbles across a mysterious woman (Jelena).

Enjoy!

One of the best things about the hidden city of Azadi was its total lack of sunlight. For the first time in his life, Zamush didn't have to worry about being caught outside in the middle of the day. While his past actions might’ve been the basis for much of the vampire lore throughout human history, bursting into ash or twinkling glitter in the sunshine wasn’t one of them. Whenever any of his exposed skin was touched by the rays of the sun, he broke out in red, patchy, itchy blisters that hurt like a muther. To make matters worse, he'd suffer for days until his skin scaled or scabbed over. While steroid pills or creams helped, with his unusual metabolism, it was as effective as putting a bandage on a hacked off limb.

Strolling down the softly lit main drag of the underground moon city, he enjoyed the exotic sights.

Hover vehicles lazily floated by, while droids or animals pulled two-seated carriages.

The domesticated animals reminded him of gazelles with a lion's mane.

They sported four pointed ears across the top of their heads, slick skin like a dolphin’s, while their skinny tails ended in pointed barbs.

As for the people passing him on the busy sidewalk, they appeared to be a cheerful bunch. All smiles and warm nods.

While his dual-color turquoise-gold eyes were more the norm here than on Earth, the seemingly carefree demeanors bugged the shit out of him. No one was that happy all the time.

A flash of shiny dark red slipped around a corner ahead of him.

Wait, what did he just see? He stopped.

Several people behind him dodged his motionless form with murmurs of “excuse me”.

Which annoyed him since he caused the gridlock. Sidestepping close to the nearest adobe two-story building, he followed the strangely dressed woman. If he didn't know any better, he'd swear it was Jena or Julienne. But that couldn't be. First, neither one of them would tear themselves away from his brothers ever since they bonded. And it couldn’t be the newest sister... Jordyn? Doubtful, since Michael was still looking for her.

There, just around the corner, another splash of red. Making sure he didn't call attention to himself, he followed her and the midnight-red, formfitting, one-piece suit she wore. Damn, that woman’s mode of dress stood out, begging for attention. Instead of the long tunics and pantaloon pants the people on Azadi wore, her outfit was more of a formfitting shiny suit best suited for a professional gymnast.

Or Catwoman.

He lurched after her. The fabric of his cape swirled around his knee-high boots. Staying close to the wall, he followed her down the narrow alleyway. With a smirk, he kept close to the building as she ambled down the confined alley as if she didn't have a care in the world.

Why was she going down a claustrophobic, uninhabited walkway so dark a normal human couldn’t see what was in front of them? Good thing he wasn't a normal human.

Just ahead, she turned a corner and was out of sight.

He followed right behind her. What the hell? A boxed dead-end and no woman. He spun around.

There she was, right behind him. Close enough he felt her body heat. And close enough for him to see she was an almost exact copy of Julienne and Jena.

With a tilt to her head, her dual-colored irises of sunset orange surrounded by a sea of topaz brown glared at him. Those orbs were cold, hard, and flinty.

“Look, I mean you no harm...” He never got another word out.

Between one blink and the next, her eyes changed color. Instead of the dual topaz-orange, they morphed into a sea of milky white. In the middle was a red vertical slit similar to a deadly cobra’s, or his, before he sank his fangs into someone.

And just as he immobilized a person before he struck, he was caught in a snare so tight he could barely breathe. Much less talk. The ability to protect himself or call for help was beyond him.

She surged forward, grasping him around his neck, and pulled him down.

First there was sultry heat, then a searing pain as her fangs sank deep. His body coiled. Her mouth on his neck produced a combination of pleasure-pain so intense he didn't know where one started and the other left off. Waves of need roared through him until he hungered for more.

Every instinct he possessed demanded he claim her for all time.