The Vampire Diaries fans will love Risen by Cole Gibsen!
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Fans of The Vampire Diaries and Twilight will be thirsting for this latest vampire addiction…
My aunt has been kidnapped by vampires, and it’s up to me to save her. Only…I had no idea vampires existed. None. Nada. I’m more of a reader than a fighter, and even though I’d been wishing to escape my boring existence in the middle of nowhere, I’d give anything to have it back now if it meant my aunt was safe.
Then there’s the vampire Sebastian, who seems slightly nicer than most of the bloodsuckers I’ve run into so far. Yes, he’s the hottest being I’ve ever come across, but there’s no way I can trust him. He swears he’s helping me get answers, but there’s more to his story. Now I’m a key pawn in a raging vampire war, and I need to pick the right ally.
But my chances of surviving this war are slim at best, when the side I choose might be the one that wants me dead the most.
Excerpt from Risen
With his nose still in the crack of the front door, the German Shepherd’s lips curl back, revealing his tightly clenched teeth.
Aunt Rachel pales. “Jax?”
He keeps his nose pressed to the door.
“Don’t worry about him.” I wave dismissively. “He picked up the scent of an animal in the woods, and he’s been acting weird ever since.”
Aunt Rachel whips her head around, beads clacking like rainfall. “What kind of animal?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “I didn’t see anything.”
She reaches for me, gripping my shoulders so tightly it borders on pain. A small cry escapes my throat.
“The birds.” She gives me a small shake. “What were the birds doing?”
“The birds?” Fear twists through my ribs before pulling tight with a sharp snap. “What are you talking about?”
“Please, Charlie, think.” She gives my shoulders another jerk. “Were the birds chirping at all? What were they doing?”
I try to pull free from her grip, but her fingers hold me like a vice. “Nothing. They were quiet. The entire forest was quiet.”
Aunt Rachel’s lips part and she releases me. “Shit.”
“Aunt Rachel?” I rub my sore shoulders. This is another time I wish we had the internet so I could look up the symptoms of a stroke.
“After all these years—they found me.”
“Who found you?”
“The monsters.” She spins a small circle, her eyes taking in every inch of the cabin, like she’s expecting a creature to jump out at any moment. “We don’t have much time.”
What the hell is going on? Could she have accidentally poisoned herself with one of her soap ingredients? Maybe she drank some bad wine? My knees wobble as I stand. “Are you feeling okay? You’re kind of scaring me.”
Jax’s growls deepen.
Aunt Rachel licks her lips, her chest heaving from her shallow breaths. “You’re my niece. You need to remember that.”
My heart pounds against my chest, rattling my ribs. “Of course, I’m your niece.”
“As long as they think that, they’ll leave you alone. It’s me they want.” Her eyes are wild, the pupils nothing more than black pinpricks.
“What does that mean, as long as they think that?”
She ignores the question and instead whirls around, pulls open a kitchen drawer, and rummages through it with shaking fingers. “Shit. Shit. Shit,” she utters over and over. “I was so stupid to think we could stay hidden. We stayed in one spot for too long. This is all my fault.”
I take a step toward her only to stop. I’m afraid to touch her. The wildness rolls off of her in waves so thick they prickle against my skin. Is she losing her mind? Am I?
“Here we go.” She withdraws a small blue glass bottle like the ones that hold our essential oils. Unlike the oils, this one is not labeled.
I inch away. “What is that?”
“My own special blend.” She unscrews the lid and dips a dropper into the bottle. “Dogwood, the cursed tree, and Palo Santo, the blessed tree. Here, put it on your pulse points.” She snatches my wrist and squeezes three drops onto my skin. “Rub it in good. It doesn’t take much.”
The mixture burns, but I do as I’m told. “What’s this for?”
Ignoring me, she drops oil onto her own wrists, rubbing them together, along with the back of her neck.
“What’s going on?” I ask again.
She shoves the bottle into my hand, curling my fingers around it. “Keep this on you at all times. They don’t like the taste.”
“The taste?” The last word comes out a squeak. I shove the bottle into my pocket where it rests beside the phone. Is this my fault? Did I do this to her when I said I wanted to leave? I nearly have my phone pulled out of my pocket to call 9-1-1 when I hear tires crunching over gravel.
Aunt Rachel’s face pales to the color of a full moon. “We’re too late. They’re here.”
Something sour burns up my throat. “Who is here?”
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About Cole Gibsen:
Growing up, Cole Gibsen couldn’t decide what she loved more—dogs or books. Rather than choose, she decided to devote her life to both! Dog trainer (wrangler) by day and author by night, she’s the author of more than ten books with more on the way. www.colegibsen.com
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