Belle Morte is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Wattpad Original Edition and the Wattpad Books Published Edition upon purchase. Thank you so much for your support! ***** Renie Mayfield volunteers as a blood donor for the Vampire House where her sister disappeared, when she's drawn to the smouldering vampire Edmond Dantès. ***** It's been ten years since vampires came out of the coffin, and now they are the world's biggest celebrities. Renie Mayfield is a new live-in blood donor assigned to the most famous vampire House - Belle Morte. Unlike the other donors though, Renie isn't here for fame and fortune. Her sister disappeared inside the Belle Morte House, and she wants to know why. But she isn't prepared for Edmond Dantès, a smouldering vampire who sets her blood racing. She can't deny their mutual attraction, and their dangerous dance begins. With each step into darkness Renie is drawn further into Edmond's influence, and closer to uncovering Belle Morte's secrets. If she has to choose, would she rather lose her heart or her humanity? (Book 1, the Belle Morte Series) [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] The sequel, Revelations, is now in Paid: https://www.wattpad.com/story/97728300

A witch's curse turns cruel Lord Caspian into a beast, and causes Transylvania to suffer a century of snowfall and blood-shed. When the Hershel men trespass on the Beast's property during a hunt, Lord Caspian captures and threatens them with death. Harlan Hershel offers his daughter Rosalind to the beast for a month to save his sons. But when the Beast sees Rosalind, he believes she is the reincarnation of his late wife and becomes fiercely drawn to her. Though terrified at first, Rosalind grows fond of the abominable lord. The closer she gets to the secrets Caspian keeps, especially of the mysterious stranger in the violin room, the closer she comes to the darkness waking inside her. When Rosalind's true calling is discovered, that she is the one prophesied to kill the lord, her burning desire for him threatens to destroy the person she once was, and all of Transylvania. Rosalind must decided if she is strong enough to destroy Caspian and end his rein of blood, or give into the dark love she has found and become a monster herself. Beauty and the Beast meets Dracula. Other influences: Alice in Wonderland and the tale of Hades and Persephone. There's a sequel called Bellua. Highest ranking #1 Gothic, #1 Dracula, #1 Dark Romance, #2 Horror, #1 ONEMILLIONPROJECT. Amby Awards 2023 TOP PICK in Paranormal. Rosalind won first place in PrettyInPunk's Paranormal Romance category and tied for third place in the Paranormal/Supernatural including Vampire/Werewolf category in the One Million Project challenge. The beautiful cover was made by @KatrinHollister . Disclaimer: violence, dark themes, abuse, death, sex (not graphic but still hot), vampires, monsters, curses, and typical Christine darkness. This is not the final, fully edited version. Rosalind can only be found on Wattpad. It cannot be shared, altered, sold, translated, etc. without my permission. All rights reserved.

In the dark town of Pietranera, truth is buried under lies and blood. Luce is determined to uncover the town's suffocating secrets, an investigation that brings her dangerously close to Corvo, a feared and lethal outcast. But Corvo hides a massive secret: he is actually the missing heir of the powerful D'Alto family. He lives in the shadows to hunt down the ruthless Sect responsible for the murder of his brother Valerio and his cousin Gaia. As Luce's search for the truth makes her a target for the Sect, Corvo must make an impossible choice: stay hidden to get his revenge, or step into the light to save the only woman he has ever loved. #thrillerpsicologico #goticomoderno #vendetta #societasegreta #mistero #darkthriller #romancegotico --- 🔥 NUOVO CAPITOLO OGNI GIOVEDÌ 🔥 (Segui la storia e attiva le notifiche per non perdere l'aggiornamento!) This is the official English translation of my Italian novel, "L'Ombra sul Campanile".

Alaric Thorne didn't just enter a room; he haunted it. Standing at a towering six-foot-three, he was a masterpiece of gothic tragedy. His face was a landscape of sharp angles and porcelain-pale skin, unmarred by the sun for a decade. But it was his eyes-void of warmth, heavy with shadows-that truly paralyzed me. He smelled of cold sandalwood and the sweet, cloying decay of old roses, a scent that promised both a sanctuary and a grave.