Loving the Vampire, second City of the Damned story, is available now from Changeling Press.   In the City of the Damned, where radiation poisoning has created new mutant species, the lupi April has never come to terms with the wolf inside her.  She is certainly not prepared for her powerful attraction to a dangerous vampire.  Capturing Max after the lupi’s battle with the hunters, she sets off a chain of events and deceptions destined to change the life of all the city’s inhabitants. For Max, who has felt little but blood thirst for many years, the blinding sexual pleasure he experiences with April becomes an obsession.  Yet it is he who is called upon to  sacrifice his own survival for the good of the world.

Reviews:

"Wow, another great adventure from Marie Treanor. This series certainly has this reviewer captivated and sold on. They can be read on their own, but are much better as a series as it is a continuing story... Yes, the love scenes are highly sensual and sexy and those familiar shivers of satisfaction are at the end of this great story too. This reviewer is so looking forward to the third and last of the series. This reviewer anticipates a great ride."  - Valerie, 5 hearts, Love Romances and More

"Yet what I liked most about the book is when they were just talking. It was like getting a glimpse into their souls because I could feel their struggles and pain but also their hopes and dreams. Because they weren't human, they could be more aggressive during sex, which only made it hotter! Beautiful and hot is a good combination for sex." - Ann Lee, 4 stars, H heat rating, JERR

"Fans of Marie Treanor’s fantastic new series won’t want to miss LOVING THE VAMPIRE. The author has a unique ability to take what should be anything but romantic, a world in the aftermath of nuclear war, and make it a setting where love can bloom." - Lori Ann, Romance Reviews Today Erotic

"I couldn’t put this one down; it captured my interest from the beginning and kept me enthralled through the entire story. I don’t want to give away the ending, but I can safely say this story ran through my emotions – excitement, joy, exhilaration, relief, and don’t forget, totally hot! Be sure to have the ice water handy."  - Lisa Freeman, TRS 4 1/2 hearts

"Loving the Vampire is a fascinating look at a world gone awry... Loving the Vampire is part of the City of the Damned series and can be read alone…but be warned, you’ll want to read the others in the series once you get a taste of this one." - Trang, FAR, 4 Angels

Excerpts:

       The man stood quite still, only a few feet away. His coat was made of black leather, long and luxuriant. His gaze followed the bouncing sling, then rose slowly up to hers. Something jerked in the region of her stomach -- something like fear, or perhaps recognition, though of what or whom she couldn’t begin to work out.
      He was tall, lean and pale even by the city’s standards. Oddly translucent skin stretched tautly over fine, high cheekbones, a straight, arrogant nose and strong, slightly pointed chin. On his broad forehead was a faint discoloration, like a fading bruise -- the only blemish she could find. His lips, which began to smile faintly, were thin, yet looked almost sculpted into a perfect shape. And his eyes -- his eyes were dark brown, the kind that are meant to be soft and warm, like a dog’s or a seal’s. They weren’t.
      April shivered.
      He said, “Although I hesitate to answer to -- er -- Shit-for-Brains.”
      “Well what do you expect to be called when you stand on top of a rotting roof in the middle of a fight? Who are you and what are you doing here?”
      “I’d like to ask you the same questions.”
      “Yes? But I’m the one with the knife.”
      “Good point,” he acknowledged, watching April stroke the weapon with one loving finger. “Concisely made.”
      April didn’t take her eyes off him. He was too still, too poised, and though she couldn’t smell him, every other sense shrieked danger.
      He stirred, though only to lean his shoulder casually against the wall. The flickering torchlight shadowed his face, emphasizing the unspoken threat. He kept his gaze on her too. Cold, hard eyes, and yet April was sure she could read mocking amusement there. Perhaps she was meant to. But worse than that there was a weird, devastating attraction to his person. To put it bluntly, he was sexy as hell. Even his voice…
      “My name is Max and I was watching the -- er -- fight.”
      “Why?”
      His arched eyebrows lifted slightly. “I wanted to see who would win.”
      “And were you pleased by the outcome?”
      He laughed, a faint hissing sound against his gleaming white teeth. “No.”
      “Then you $are a hunter?”
      “You could call me that. But then we’re all hunters in this city, aren’t we?”
     “One way or another,” April allowed, “but we don’t all hunt lupi with the sole purpose of extermination.”
      “Yes, that is ungentlemanly.”
     Stung by his levity, April snapped, “If you’re not one of Jack’s boys, what are you doing here? Do you want the lupi dead too? And another thing, how did you get down from the tower so fast?”
      He smiled slightly but didn’t answer. His eyes left hers, dropping to her lips, her throat and the rest of her body in a way that made her wish she was better covered. Body-hugging stretch jeans and a vest might have been all right in the heat of battle, but now that she was alone with a large, insolent stranger, they no longer seemed terribly suitable. Annoyingly, her body heated under his gaze, and yet her nipples hardened against the fabric of her top as if she were cold.
      “I’m waiting!” she snapped.
     His gaze came unhurriedly back to hers. She had no way of knowing if he liked what he saw. Again he smiled.
      “Little wolf,” he said softly, “I don’t need to answer your questions.”
      He spoke the insult like a caress, inflaming her twice over. She took an angry step closer, brandishing the knife. “What the hell makes you think that?”
      Ignoring the weapon’s threat, he leaned forward against it until she almost felt his breath tickling her cheek. Every tiny hair stood up on the back of her neck. She inhaled his scent and again got -- nothing. Yet her other senses went into overdrive. Her breath caught in fear and a sudden rush of unwelcome, overwhelming desire.
      He said, “I’m bigger than you are.” And straightening, he turned on his heel and walked out of the church.

 

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A more intimate moment...

      As their kiss broke, she rolled and straddled him. His face was dark with passion, his eyes black in the darkening gloom. And yet she could almost imagine he was confused. Certainly, for the first time that day, she felt more in control than he was.
      April squeezed his cock between her strong vaginal muscles and gasped at the renewed pleasure.
      “Again,” she said fiercely. Something blazed in his eyes. It might have been triumph or joy. His hands came up and held her hips. His eyes gazed unblinkingly up into hers. And yet for a disconcerting moment, he didn’t seem aware of her.
      Her breath caught. She tried to rise on his still hard shaft, but he held her steady. She squeezed him again and saw the pleasure cross his face like a pain.
      He moved, rising to his feet, lifting her off him in one smooth action.
      “Another time, little wolf,” he said. “Don’t forget to put your pants back on.”
      Briefly, her mouth was crushed again under his, and then he left her, stepping back and fastening his jeans as he went. Then he simply turned his back and ran right off the roof.
 

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