Are you enjoying the #horror theme of my blog this month? I know I am. I am meeting tons of new authors, finding lots of great books, and just having a great time overall. What a great way to begin my three month long holiday celebration!
Today’s post is a reading recommendation and a book spotlight. Enjoy!
Title: Being Mrs. Dracula
Author: Faith Marlow
When Valeria’s hand was given in marriage to the handsome and powerful Count Vlad Dracula, she dreamed of happiness but instead her life was filled with longing for her absent husband, their country ravaged by war. When Vlad at last returned from the battlefield he was a changed man, an alluring and dangerous creature with a thirst for her blood…and for more wives.
For over one hundred years, tales of Count Dracula have haunted and seduced the imagination of readers worldwide. Now experience the story of Dracula from a new perspective, as told by the three women who knew him best. Discover their stories, their secrets, and find out what it would be to love and be loved by history’s most powerful vampire in Being Mrs. Dracula.
In a marriage that spans centuries, one man shared between three women, love may be eternal but happiness is not guaranteed.
“Did you not think of us at all while you were gone? Did you not ache to be with us again, as I have ached for you this time and once before? Had you forgotten this is the second time you had forsaken me?” she screamed at him. It felt as though the blood that coursed through her brain was scalding hot, boiling through her veins and searing her heart.
“There was no other way, Valeria. I had to escape that night from the Turks with the help of the villagers, lest they question and realize what their master truly was.”
Valeria’s face bent in fury, rejecting Vlad’s attempts to reason. She ran toward the window and leaped through it, shattering the thick panes of glass in an explosion of debris that fell upon the jagged rocks of the mountainside. As she fell, she relived her mortal descent and death in flashes of memory. Just before another torturous impact, she burst into the mist like a cloud of diamond dust. She brushed across the surface of the terrain like snow blown down from the white-capped Carpathians across the valley. She looked behind her and could see Vlad following her, but instead of mist, he had taken the form of a great bat. She could hear his thick, leathery wings cut through the air as he raced to catch her. She focused all the more on speed, following the bank of the river. She could smell the water; hear its rushing cascade just ahead of her, and she strained to fly faster than ever before with the flapping of her husband’s wings echoing in her ears. As she crowned the precipice, she instantly transformed back into her own body and dove downward like a speeding javelin. The sound of his flight silenced, but she could sense his presence just above her.
Suddenly he grabbed her by the shoulder and yanked her upward into his arms. They crashed into the lake below with the impact of a boulder, spraying water one hundred feet away from them. It instantly froze upon the ice-cold earth like frost. She struggled against him beneath the frigid waters but was unable to break free from him, and he propelled them upward toward the surface. As soon as her head was above water, she screamed out in fury, hurt, and frustration, still pushing against him to free herself. He ignored her efforts and held her against him with one arm, brushing the strings of freezing hair from her face.
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