Full Circle was released yesterday and the feedback from my readers has been AWESOME! I hope professional reviewers are as generous with their praise as my readers have been. One of my readers sent me an e-mail highlighting her feelings as she was reading it. It read p.27 [reaction] and things like that. It postively thrilled me to watch her cheer for my characters! Another person, who I hadn't met yet, friended me on myspace just to tell me she was reading the book and that she enjoyed it. I keep saying it and I truly believe it. I have the BEST readers in the world!!
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Full Circle by I.M. Cupnjava
In a war-torn world, a group of vampires struggle to reclaim their past glory. One of their own is missing. Weakened by solitude, the leader of the vampires, Kendrick, must find Byron, his covenant mate, before the pain of isolation kills them both. However, locating Byron is the least of the vampires' problems.
The chaos of the world's death rattle breeds suffering, death, and pestilence as well as a call for vengeance. The opposing sides of good and evil never looked so similar. A war that began with the dawn of time has enjoyed a respite. That respite is ending. Vampiric history, human history, and the lives of two lovers are about to come full circle.
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An eerie smile that tried too hard to be sultry crept upon the stranger's face. It sent a shiver down Byron's spine. Was this man trying to kill or seduce? Either way, he was going to have a fight on his hands. "You sense that I'm dying."
Byron hiked an eyebrow. Dying? He was neither priest nor undertaker and had no solace or service to offer the dying. Regardless, he'd witnessed a lot of death in what he remembered of his life and death never looked nor smelt like this.
The man in the suit continued. "That's sweet." He stepped closer to Byron and curled one hand around Byron's waist. "Do you ever thirst, Byron?"
Byron turned his head to the side and shivered when the man's cold cheek brushed against his skin. What was this guy? Some specter-man hybrid? Some conglomeration of spirit and flesh? A tangible ghost? Some neither dead nor living poltergeist? A man stuck neither here nor there--living between worlds? Maybe all of that was too complicated. Maybe he was certifiably insane. Freaky--that's what this guy was. A freak, plain and simple.
"I like your heat. Your life force is strong, Byron." He pointed his tongue and lightly licked Byron's earlobe. "I need you." He moaned. "Oh, so warm."
"That's too damn bad, because I don't need you." The longer the man held on to Byron, the more the light bulb smell faded.
"You need me. You just don't feel it yet." He dipped his head and ran the tip of his tongue up Byron's throat. After kissing Byron's chin, he whispered, "My name is Kendrick. Nice to meet you, lover." He closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Byron's.
Kendrick's lips were cool, but not the ice cold that his fingers were. When their tongues met, air raced from Byron's lungs. Byron's heartbeat slowed and blood rang in his ears. Panic grabbed his mind. This guy was sucking the very life out of him! He strained against whatever spell Kendrick cast and pushed his hands against Kendrick's shoulders. He pried their lips apart and started coughing for air.
A raven screeched and took flight.
Kendrick screamed and his body curled around itself. "Why, Byron?" He fell to his knees. "Why do you deny me?"
Byron stumbled to the side and leaned on the altar railing. "You're fucking sick!" He knew this was his chance to run and if he could control his legs, he would. His body forsook him and he fell limply to the floor.
"I can't very well feed upon you, Byron." He rolled his head up. "Why do you not want me to live?"
Byron's ears rang, drowning out everything. His vision blurred. "Sick...fuck." Everything in the room grew bright and his eyes rolled back.
"Not the homewarming welcome I had hoped."
Kendrick sighed. "Perhaps, I borrowed too much. Pity." He drew himself to his feet and lifted Byron. "Come, my love, let us rest together. You have a lot more to learn and remember."
© I. M. Cupnjava - Rights Reserved
Cover art by: Jayde
Edited by: Tami Parrington
Proofed by: Katherine Johnson
Category: Dark Fantasy
Word count: 50,000 words (novel)