I swore a solemn oath that saw to the end of the Cormacs, a family of hunters that persistently sought to rid my coven’s existence.
For years we have lived in the shadows, free from hunters and the weapons of wood that could destroy us.
But the familiar scent of Cormac blood is awakening my senses. We were certain that we had ended the bloodline. Now, the vow I swore plagues my mind. The guilt I harbour buries deep. The desire and lust burns.
My pledge to my family is now a promise to protect the woman I love.
Aurelia Galligan is a descendant of the Cormac bloodline. I should drain her. I have to destroy her. But she may just end me.
**This is a forbidden romance between the hunter and the hunted. It features smoldering vampires and no cliffhangers. The content is not suitable for readers under the age of 18**
Excerpt from A Sacred Vow
Nolan: Did you handle the situation?
Julian: I’m on it. Soon.
Nolan: Remember what happened to your sister. They breed like rats. Let me take care of it.
Julian: No. I will take care of it. In the meantime, she’s mine to deal with.
Nolan: You’re playing with fire.
The text exchange haunted me as I tried to distract myself with this gorgeous woman.
“I like this,” Lia’s voice was soft against my shoulder as we swayed to the music. The smoky ambience provided the perfect atmosphere, and at this late hour, I was ravenous. I tried to channel that hunger into a different direction as I asked about her hobbies and talents. All my questions were asked with a purpose- to determine whether she was a true threat or just a starry-eyed human who fell victim to my charms.“I’m enjoying this as well,” I whispered against her neck, dipping her back so I could enjoy the sight of the ticking pulse in her neck. I breathed along her skin, and relished in the prickles of heat that flooded her neck and chest.
She let out a deep breath and curled her slender fingers in my hair- an action that surprised me.
As we discussed her college years and her hobbies, she told me she played T-ball and took dance classes as a child, and ultimately wanted to become a clinical counselor. I was relieved to conclude that she wasn’t a true Cormac threat, despite her bloodline. Her brother, on the other hand, I wasn’t sure about. The intense magnetic pull I felt toward her became stronger as the hours passed. The connection to her was both transfixing, yet haunting. Because I knew what I was going to have to do. Eventually.
The vow would see it through.
Willa Thorne channels her overactive imagination into all of her writing. She enjoys any genre in romance, especially contemporary and paranormal. She grew up in New Jersey and spent a six years living in southern California. She currently lives in Connecticut with her husband and their rescued dog, Lola. Willa is also a caffeine addict and a sucker for chocolate.