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The Vampire is Mine!
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Ongoing, First published Jul 09, 2020
There was no way she was a regular human, not after all this.

Frowning, she rolled him over so he was on his back, looking up at her.

"My next question was: is there anything that I can do to help lessen the pain? No need to be so rude." She crossed her arms indignantly, pouting.

"YOU JUST STABBED ME!"


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Mercy Bramwell has one little obsession--vampires.

It started out simple. It started out as a love of fictional vampires, and then it turned into thousands upon thousands of hours of research. 

Now, Mercy is sure vampires are real. And she will do everything in her power to become one.

And if that means taking down an entire vampire hunter organization singlehandedly, then so be it.
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Bewitching The Malicious Vampire King

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Book 4 of The Awakening Series The Malicious Vampire King. My Paramour. Marcellus Throne, the now infamous Malicious Vampire King, has been promised to me since the day he took his first breath. Even before then, our fates were written in the marrow of creation. My first vision, the one that burned itself into my memory before I even understood what I was, was of him. It has always been him. His face. His power. His darkness. Until the night he slept with my sister. That single act shattered every prophecy, every divine whisper, every foolish belief I had in fate. The bond that was supposed to unite empires instead became a curse waiting to be cast. And now, centuries later, the bastard decides to host a mockery of love, a televised "quest for his beloved" as if our story were nothing but royal entertainment. So I came to his kingdom, ready to remind him that destiny is not a joke, and neither am I. Ready to curse him for every ounce of arrogance that dripped from his name. Only for him to turn around, before the entire world, and declare that I am his fated beloved and he's right! He's fatally fucked! Ha.