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Reign of the Vampire: Reign of the Vampire, #1
Reign of the Vampire: Reign of the Vampire, #1
Reign of the Vampire: Reign of the Vampire, #1
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From New York Times bestselling author Sharon Page, author of the sizzling vampire novels Blood Red and Blood Rose

Lauren has landed her dream job at a literary agency in Manhattan. Invited to a glittering art gallery opening, she suddenly finds she is prey for a brutally handsome billionaire vampire, Renoir Carlyle. The daughter of a vampire slayer, Lauren knows such creatures exist. She is trapped, with no way to escape Renoir’s bite…

Until a powerful, seductive raven-haired biker vampire comes to her rescue.

Lauren is drawn to dark, sensual Batiste Carlyle, and suddenly finds herself caught up in his eternal battle with Renoir, his power-hungry brother. As Lauren uncovers secrets of her past, she begins to trust Batiste until, after a night of sizzling pleasure, he makes her his unwilling captive…

LanguageEnglish
PublisherSharon Page
Release dateJan 19, 2016
ISBN9780994761118
Reign of the Vampire: Reign of the Vampire, #1
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Sharon Page

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Sharon Page graduated with a degree in Industrial Design (School of Engineering) and worked for years, by day, in the structural engineering field. By night, her secret identity was “Romance Author”. After selling her first book in 2004, Sharon has indie and traditionally published over 20 novels and novellas. Her books have won many awards including two RT Bookreviews Reviewers Choice Awards, two National Readers Choice Awards, the Colorado Award of Romance, and the Golden Quill. Sharon was nominated by RT Bookreviews in 2013 for Career Achievement in Erotic Romance. When not writing, Sharon enjoys time with her family, downhill skiing, and playing tennis. Writing romance has long been her dream and she is thrilled to share her stories. Sharon loves to hear from readers and can be reached at https://sharonpage.com/.

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    Reign of the Vampire - Sharon Page

    Reign of the Vampire

    Book 1

    By Sharon Page

    This is a work of fiction. Incidents, names, characters, and places are the products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, business establishments, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. 

    Copyright © 2015 by Edith E. Bruce

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the author (excepting short quotes for use in reviews).

    ISBN: 978-0-99476-11-1-8

    Cover illustration: CrocoDesigns

    Formatted by IRONHORSE Formatting

    www.SharonPage.com

    Excerpt from Blood Red © 2007 by Edith E. Bruce ISBN: 978-0-7582-15437

    Excerpt from One Hot Fall Term © 2013 by Edith E. Bruce. ISBN: 978-0-9878641-5-4

    Table of Contents

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    About Sharon Page

    More Books by Sharon Page

    Excerpts of Sharon Page’s books

    Chapter 1

    For the fourth time this week, I miss my subway stop.

    It’s the classic situation. I’m reading, utterly lost in the world of the story, when a jolt of the subway car pulls me back into reality. I look up and get an eyeful of the guy man-spreading across the aisle.

    Right. I’m not on a deserted island, trapped with a clan of werewolves. I’m in New York. On the subway. On my way to meet my friend Amanda at a gallery opening.

    I shove my ereader in my bag and swing out of the seat, joining the crowd getting off the subway car. A few minutes later I catch the train going back in the other direction.

    As it rattles through the tunnel, I pull out my phone and text Amanda, letting her know I did it again—missed my stop—and that I’ll be a few minutes late. This will be my first New York art gallery event, and we’re also celebrating Amanda’s promotion from assistant to junior editor at one of the Big Five publishers.

    I’m now working at one of the hottest literary agencies in New York. I’ve been there—and here in Manhattan—for six months. I got the job because, decades ago, my father went to school with the agency’s president back in England. My father pulled strings to get a job interview for me, even though I haven’t seen him since I was thirteen years old. Since the summer my twin sister disappeared. Maybe it was grief and pain that made him leave. Maybe he and Mom blamed each other. Or maybe it’s because he was an actual vampire hunter, and through him I learned that demons and vampires are real.

    That secret changed my whole life. It’s been a crushing weight on me; I guess it must have been the same for him. Maybe he ran from that. After he left, Mom and I moved, and I never saw him again.

    It seems insane that he never wrote, sent an email, or even showed up at my high school graduation, but he got me a chance at the job of my dreams.

    Tomorrow morning, at the agency’s acquisitions meeting, I get to make a pitch to take on my first author. I’ve found a stunning manuscript. I realized I had to fight for this book when I found I was telling everyone about how fantastic it is—including completely innocent people trapped in line with me in coffee shops.

    It’s fiction—nothing like real werewolves—but that’s what makes it so great and romantic.

    I know this book is going to be successful. It’s going to prove I deserve this job on my own merits.

    My phone vibrates. It’s a text from Amanda letting me know that she’s waiting for me outside the gallery.

    Originally, I wasn’t going to attend the opening. The arrival of an invitation for me and a guest took me by surprise. There is no reason anyone would invite me to a glitzy event. I suspect my father must have something to do with it, but there was no note or explanation. At first I was excited to go. Until I learned, through my small-but-growing grapevine of friends, that Leo is going to be there, photographing the celebrities at the event. I really don’t want to see him. Leo was my first relationship in New York.

    My first serious relationship ever.

    I found out it was over when I saw the Instagram photos of him and his gorgeous blond new girlfriend, Rachel, a model who just shot a swimsuit layout in Costa Rica. Rachel has hundreds of thousands of twitter followers. She believes that’s because she protests for animal rights, not because she constantly posts modeling pics of herself in bikinis, bras, and panties.

    Losing Leo…

    It wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t had so much loss in my life. My father. My sister. I barely had time to experience love before I lost it again.

    But Amanda insisted we go to the opening together, so here I am, running through Manhattan in heels. The gallery is housed in the lower three floors of the new Carlyle Tower, a ninety storey building. I’m completely relieved it’s not in the upper three stories. I could never go up that high in an elevator.

    There you are! Amanda launches out from where she has been standing beside the roped-off area on the sidewalk, complete with red carpet. She’s tiny, wearing her little black dress and a long, pale pink coat. Her blond hair is swept up in a perfect early Kim Novak chignon. In contrast, I’m wearing a black skirt and white silk tank top, and my unruly auburn hair is loose, tumbling in wild, humidity-induced curls down my back.

    You do have the tickets, right? Amanda continues. I shouldn’t have grabbed that coffee on the way. It’s my twelfth one day and I’m completely buzzed. How did you miss your stop, by the way? Were you reading?

    When I’m sure Amanda has paused for breath, I explain, I was working on my pitch for the meeting tomorrow. My fingers are crossed that I can actually explain what is so amazing about this book.

    You’re going to do great. Then, you’re going to send the book to me, and we’re going to launch a star, Amanda says. She puts on a fake posh accent. You look fabulous, dahling. Leo is going to eat his heart out.

    He won’t, and I don’t want him to. I want him to be happy. It’s hard not to think of lazy Saturday mornings spent with him in my apartment and not feel utter heartbreak. We used to look at the travel sections of the newspaper and make plans. He seemed so down-to-earth and real. But I guess none of that was true.

    Despite the knife-sharp pain in my heart, I really do want him to be happy. I also want me to be happy. I hurt inside, but I have learned to deal with heartbreak.

    Amanda and I join the line. Two tall, blond men in tuxedos stand by the doors, checking invitations. The line moves slowly toward them. It’s only mid-May, but the air is so unusually warm tonight, it’s almost sultry.

    As we wait to get in, Amanda scrolls through messages on her phone. I should be thinking about my pitch, but I start thinking about my father.

    I wouldn’t be here, in New York, if it weren’t for him. I’d likely be doing three part-time jobs back home, trying to pay back my college loans.

    The fact that my father got me a job fills me with a weird combination of gratitude and anger. I love my job, my apartment, this stunning and vibrant city. But I’m angry that I have to feel gratitude for a man who ignored me. And I’m furious that I really am appreciative, that my good opinion (as Lizzie Bennett of Pride and Prejudice would say) could be bought so easily by a job. Angry that, more than anything, I just want to see my father and meet him. I should be hurt and bitter enough to cut him out of my life.

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