Bitter Fruits
(Eden's Fall, #1)
by: Sarah Daltry
Title: Bitter Fruits (Eden’s Fall,
#1)
Author: Sarah Daltry
Release Date: 12/1/2013
Publisher: Escape Publishing
Blurb:
For fans of dark urban fantasy comes a novel
that questions why forbidden fruit is always the most tempting...
A vampire-themed masquerade party isn't really her scene, but Nora is sick of frat parties and bars. When she meets Alec, the appeal suddenly becomes clear. It’s obvious that they've been struck by the same intense mutual attraction, but Alec keeps his distance. Intrigued despite herself, Nora pushes a little deeper — and discovers Alec’s unimaginable secret...
Nora is not afraid of following Alec into the darkness, but the choice is soon taken from her. Someone is hunting her — someone tied to the secret and desperate to see it play out. But when Nora finally meets her aggressor, she finds herself hopelessly drawn to him. She needs to make a choice between the two men, but can she save them both, knowing one is destined to die?
A vampire-themed masquerade party isn't really her scene, but Nora is sick of frat parties and bars. When she meets Alec, the appeal suddenly becomes clear. It’s obvious that they've been struck by the same intense mutual attraction, but Alec keeps his distance. Intrigued despite herself, Nora pushes a little deeper — and discovers Alec’s unimaginable secret...
Nora is not afraid of following Alec into the darkness, but the choice is soon taken from her. Someone is hunting her — someone tied to the secret and desperate to see it play out. But when Nora finally meets her aggressor, she finds herself hopelessly drawn to him. She needs to make a choice between the two men, but can she save them both, knowing one is destined to die?
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Excerpt:
He sits in front of me and
brings me to his chest. Our flesh is hot and sticky where it touches and I
can’t stop the ache between my legs. His breathing is ragged and he tightens
his grip on the back of my head as he tries to slow it. I am hurt or angry or
frustrated, but I don’t know which. He runs his hands along my entire body and
I push against him, needing him and not knowing how to accept his denial.
‘I want you, Nora. I have wanted you since I saw
you. You are gorgeous. However, there are secrets that... Please understand,
the steps that you want to take will reveal things. This cannot end well for
either of us. I don’t want to make you suffer, but I am fated to suffer. Don’t
make me bring you with me into the darkness. I can’t bear to lose you.’
I sense the pain that grips
him. The darkness that he speaks of sounds frightening, but I don’t feel fear
when I face him and meet his eyes. ‘I will follow you anywhere. Dark or light.
Stop trying to make my choices for me.’
Our lips meet again, but it is
with doubt. Neither of us knows what will happen if we are to move forward, but
I want to have a chance to find out.
My body is still crying out
for him but now my mind is calm. I want him, but I want him when he knows that
I’m ready for whatever that means. His hands touch me and his caresses are
soft. We both slow our breathing and I try to let my will match his. When he
pulls away, he gathers the picnic and looks at me with longing and a hunger I
do not recognize. It’s not sexual, but desperate. Almost as a dying man looks
in the last moments of his life.
‘In three days,’ he says, ‘I will meet you again at the
church where we first met. In the meantime, I want you to look something up — and if you do not appear at the church, I’ll know that what you found
changed everything.’
‘Okay,’ I say warily. I’ll do anything he asks,
but his fear scares me. What kind of secrets can he possibly hold? Little right
now could stop me from going to him in three days.
‘Find the name Charles Samuels. He was an Oxford student
in the 1960s. And then we shall see how much of the darkness you are willing to
face.’
‘I’ll look him up, but Alec, I’m going to be at
the church in three days,’ I say.
‘For
your sake, Nora, I hope that you’re not.’
About The Author:
Sarah Daltry writes about the regular people who populate our lives.
She's written works in various genres - romance, erotica, fantasy, horror.
Genre isn't as important as telling a story about people and how their lives
unfold. Sarah tends to focus on YA/NA characters but she's been known to shake
it up. Most of her stories are about relationships - romantic, familial,
friendly - because love and empathy are the foundation of life. It doesn't
matter if the story is set in contemporary NY, historical Britain, or a fantasy
world in the future - human beings are most interesting in the ways they
interact with others. This is the principle behind all of Sarah's stories.
Sarah has spent most of her life in school, from her BA and MA in English and writing to teaching both at the high school and college level. She also loves studying art history and really anything because learning is fun.
When Sarah isn't writing, she tends to waste a lot of time checking Facebook for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and simply staring out the window.
Sarah has spent most of her life in school, from her BA and MA in English and writing to teaching both at the high school and college level. She also loves studying art history and really anything because learning is fun.
When Sarah isn't writing, she tends to waste a lot of time checking Facebook for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and simply staring out the window.
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