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Maris
The Brotherhood Files Book 1
by Isaiyan Morrison
Genre: Paranormal Urban Fantasy
She gave me her blood, and my life changed forever.
Anastasia. My sire. The only influential figure in my already-fragile life. She did this to me. She caused all the pain and suffering. There was a time I believed I owed her everything. After all, she gave me immortality and the never-ending thirst for the psychic energy contained in the blood of my victims.
But now vampires hunt me and the humans want to use me as their personal weapon. They believe I'm some apotropaic figurine that can damn all Deamhan and force us back into hell where we belong.
Me? I just want to live. I just want to be Maris. That way, the only one I can damn is myself.
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The bond I had with Jesse grew stronger, reminding
me of my own bond with Finley. At night, we became an unstoppable force and
whatever differences we had dematerialized in the wind. He loved picking out
who he considered to be the perfect humans in the crowd. Sometimes he would coo
up to these women and the men, offering them free alcohol.
One hot summer night Jesse bought a white chiffon
deco styled flapper dress with rhinestone studs complete with white Cuban
heels, convinced that this was the new fashion among human women and I had to
look my best. Fully dressed, I gazed in the mirror, mesmerized about how human
I now looked. I thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. He handed me a small
compact mirror and some makeup and I dabbed away my facial scar. I always wore
my mother's amulet but this time he begged me to leave it at home.
Again, we had our own private booth near the back
and we watched these humans dance, spinning each other around to the music. I
enjoyed the sounds of horns blasting my ears along with the smell of blood in
the air. We paid close attention to the human actions. When they clapped, we
clapped. When they cheered, we cheered.
“That dress looks beautiful on you,” Jesse said
to me.
I smiled at him. “Not in a million years did I
think I would find myself enjoying this environment and wearing the latest
fashions.”
“Neither did I but here we are,” he said to me,
smiling back. “I'm curious. What did you see yourself doing?”
“I couldn't see myself living past the new
century,” I replied. “I thought I'd die from tuberculosis in London.”
His smile withered. “Why would you think that?”
I faced him. “My mother was a prostitute and I
followed in her footsteps. Women have short life spans in that type of
lifestyle.”
“So is that how you got that?” Slowly he raised
his hand and he placed it against the left side of my face.
I looked away. I never mentioned my scar to him
and he never asked me, until now. “Vampires.”
He dropped his hand. “Vampires?”
“It's not important.” I didn't have enough
fingers on both hands to count how many people had hurt me in both my human and
Deamhan life. I didn't want him to know about the vampires and why I was
important to them. I quickly changed the subject. “I've never asked you this
but why did you start boxing?” I realized that I didn't know anything about
Jesse's human life, his parents, his siblings if any. Again, I never bothered
to ask. “You don't seem like the type who would participate in something like
that.”
“My father was—” He stopped himself. “My father
is an English teacher and my mother stays at home, drinking afternoon tea with
other bored and sad married women.”
“Your father is a smart man, then?” My eyes lit
up.
“Yes, he is. On the other hand my mother, well,
she just likes to gossip and buy expensive things.”
“Did you not enjoy your family life?” I asked.
“I was bored,” he replied. “I wanted to do more
with my life.” His eyes left my view for a moment. “My family is very wealthy,
Maris. My mother inherited her parents' fortune. I was raised around servants
in a home big enough to fit 100 people. It was lonely. I was lonely.”
I wanted to feel sorry for him but I didn't
experience the life he had before being a Deamhan. “So hitting other men with
your fists sounded more exciting?”
“That was my only escape.”
“You could've just purchased your way out of
Chicago.”
“Yes, but what good would that have done?” A
solemn expression appeared on his face. “Money doesn't always make you happy,
Maris.”
“It made Finley and me happy,” I replied.
“Yes, that's true, but it won't last forever and
you and I know that we have forever.”
“So, what makes you happy?” It was the same
question Ruby asked me a long time ago.
“You.” He grabbed my hand. “You make me happy.”
I stared into his eyes. “Blood doesn't make you
happy?”
“Blood fills my hunger but no, it doesn't make me
happy. I can feed and not be happy.” He laughed. “What makes you happy?”
I wanted to tell him that he and Finley filled
that desire. Swiftly, he planted his lips over mine and I felt a hot flash
tingle in my throat. In quick speed I pushed him away.
“What are you doing?”
With his elbows supporting his upper body, he
looked up at me and smiled. “What do you mean? I was kissing you.”
“I know but... why?”
“Kissing you would make me happy.” He quickly
grabbed the edge of my dress and pulled us further down into our booth. This
time I didn't push him away as he kissed me again. With his teeth exposed he
nicked my neck and I responded by placing my hand around his throat, tilting
his head to the side, and biting into his neck. I questioned my actions but I
didn't want to stop. We couldn't feed from each other but the idea of doing so
proved enough to make me want to try. I wanted his blood in me as he wanted my
blood in him. He bit into my neck and I felt a sharp quick pain. His thoughts twirled
inside my head. I love you, Maris.
Remy
The Brotherhood Files Book 2
For Deamhan, revenge is the best dish of all.
In 1840s Paris, vampires aren’t just at the throats of humans. Split into two warring factions, Dorvo vampires wage war against the Deamhan, their paranormal cousins created by dark magic and who feed on the psychic energy of their human victims. In this strange new world, Remy, a bourgeoisie, is sired as a Deamhan by Julian. But the intoxicating rush of becoming a powerful psychic vampire is soon eclipsed by the presence of Ruby, a beautiful yet elusive Dorvo vampire.
Betrayed by his own, Ruby feeds his undesirable urge to have his revenge against Julian and the rest of the Deamhan. But he doesn’t know if he can trust Ruby. She may have given him his freedom, but she’s still the enemy who has vowed to vanquish the Deamhan, the very same Deamhan that betrayed him. Now it’s up to Remy to decide who to trust -- and who to destroy.
In Remy, The Brotherhood Files, author Isaiyan Morrison presents a paranormal urban fantasy about fractured relationships, mistrust, and forgiveness. Here in the City of Love, it’s anything but, as Remy’s caught between two warring sides who both want him gone. Will his desire for revenge cloud his judgment? Or will he figure out who he can trust once and for all? In this wild journey from the graveyard and through the dark alleys and cobblestoned streets of Paris, Remy is both hunter…and prey.
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A veteran of the Armed Forces, Isaiyan Morrison was born and raised in Minneapolis.
Her passions include writing, reading, and researching historical events.
She also spends her time gardening, playing video games, and hanging out with her three cats and beloved pit bull.
She's the author of The Deamhan Chronicles and the novel, Old Farmer's Road.
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2 Comments
I like the use of reflection on the cover. How long did it take you to write your book?
ReplyDeleteThe covers are unique and very fairytale-ish. Looks like an interesting read.
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