Offering Trilogy, Book 2 #Wattys2016 After a century's absence, the vampire that turned Madison has returned to claim her as his bride. An unfortunate chain of events places the lives of her children in danger. In exchange for their safety, though she has vowed revenge on the vile creature, she agrees to leave her life among the mortals and follow him to Italy. Fate marked her destiny more than three millennium before in the Vampire Prophecies. It told of the she-vamp that walked between the land of the living and the dead. She would become The Scarlet Queen and unite the Vampire Nation in their quest for world domination. Will Madison find a way out and back to the people she loves? Or is she doomed to the bloody life of the Scarlet Queen?

Offering was a Wattpad Featured Story* Olivia and her family invited an elderly employee into their home Christmas Eve, 1908, and their act of kindness was repaid with a brutal bloodbath. Slaughtered by a Master Vampire and abandoned in the cellar, Olivia and her children were left with a final parting kiss of immortality. Emerging from their hole, they discovered nearly everything they thought they knew about the curse was incorrect. Now, a century later, never having crossed paths with another vampire, they have learned to handle their needs without causing harm, and live among us in our mortal world. A sexy, romantic, urban fantasy written for New Adults (college age). This novel is unique in that it can be read in one of two ways. If you are looking for a love story, read Secrets (Offering Prologue) first. If you're looking for a vampire story full of action and intrigue, begin on the first page of this book.

Let me tell you what it was to be made vampire. It wasn't birth. Birth implies pushing, tearing forth into the light, screaming. Becoming immortal was to be pulled, to be tugged irrevocably into darkness, and it was silent. I should have fought, any person should fight, but my mind had been filled with a hazy calm which forbade any battle. Struggling had been the last thing on my mind, even when my bus arrived and my assailant waved it on, dismissing my last hope of escape. Yet my lack of rebellion was far from the most unsettling part of the stranger's control over me. The truth was that the man could've asked anything of me and I would've complied, but he didn't need to vocalise his request. I knew instinctively what he wanted. I sighed and surrendered myself as he held me against his front in a lover's embrace, tipping my head and willingly giving him access to my throat. "One day you'll understand," he whispered, his tone subdued. I've often wondered since if he was really talking to me. Perhaps he'd been talking to himself, persuading himself that one day I'd know and accept his reasons for what he'd planned for me. I wouldn't. I couldn't. Because when my fangs came in, my world altered irrevocably. It became somewhere dark, somewhere filled with murder and blood, where magic was sinister and where even my closest ally seemed more like an enemy... Even if he did make my heart skip a beat. VAMPIRE/PARANORMAL/URBAN FANTASY

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Leof was gone. I wanted to scream again at the thought. My Leof was dead, laid out in the shrine where I'd left him just before dawn. It hadn't taken an army to kill him, all it had taken was one wolf, one man whom he'd shown mercy to. Fenrir had done his job just as predicted, and I'd lost the only thing that mattered to me, the only thing that had kept me sane after the truth of my past was revealed. Conn was my strength, my heart, the very best parts of me and I'd never see him again. Once his body was given to the sun and his echo vanished I'd never hear him say the three words that were my reason to exist. I love you. I love you. I love you... But I'm not ready to let be alone. I'm not ready for goodbye. Condemning my Leof to Valhalla is something I can't do, but what if there's no way to bring him back? Can I just fade away? Slip into the coma and forget everything? Would it be fair to when the cohort needs me to protect them from Osier, from the Bloodied Hand, and from our ever increasing number of enemies?