Hello my lovely flamingos!
Long time no see… I know I know. I always say that BUT I have been scrambling to catch up with all the projects I have in mind and I am happy to announce that I am finally figuring stuff out!
So, first order of business: If you don’t follow me on social media, tsk tsk go do so now my links are all below, then you wouldn’t have known that Frost Bite, my next release has already had a cover and blurb reveal AND the preorder link is LIVE! Look at me being all productive.
The book is ALMOST ready to go to betas and the initial response has been great! You should expect the book to go live on March 28th, crossing all fingers and toes that nothing goes wrong.
I love writing paranormal and I’m having fun with this vampyr and his little human who likes to get bitten… LOL
Scroll down to read the prologue!
See you again soon,
🦩 Lynn 🦩

| PROLOGUE |
| In the very distant past I remember having a mother. I can almost see her face in my memory, hear her voice, recall her warm, safe scent. I have no memory at all of a father. I must have had one—at my advanced age I should be a father myself, but Night Men came and took me before that became my future. I miss my mother keenly but not the life that was stolen from me. They say I was born cursed, some evil spirit stealing all the color from my hair and skin. My eyes, from a distance, can almost pass for normal but the rest of me is… not. I am white and pale as winter frost. No woman has ever wanted me for her bedmate, but to be fair, I don’t want them, either. When the Night Men arrive to demand tribute, the solution, as far as the clan is concerned, is clear. All fear the Night Men. There are stories they can change shape, or disappear, or take away your mind and will. They drink blood but live by stealing your soul, one drop at a time. Some say they are holy. Others claim they are evil. All agree they commune with the gods. No one argues when they come and ask for their due. There is certainly no argument when they take me. It’s an answer to everyone’s problems.Even mine, as it turns out.The Night Man who claimed that night me tells me I was created just for him. I will serve him and he in turn will see me protected. It has been, in a strange way, something of a relief to escape an existence I never felt I belonged in. My Master says I am beautiful, not freakish. I am not the child of the winter god, come to steal the sun. If any spirit fathered me, it was the Moon, giving me my pale skin and hair and eyes like the darkest shadows at night. I don’t mind when he takes my blood or my spirit. It doesn’t hurt, which I’d expected. Instead it’s better than every wonderful thing I’ve ever known. The feeling is enormous and I think my spirt grows, rather than being consumed. I like the way he touches me, and how he allows me to touch him in return. Something he does to me has stopped me from aging. Everyone I once knew in the clan is now gone to where the gods reside. I am the last to remember any of them. I live the equivalent of many lifetimes with my Master, more seasons than I have a way of recalling. Slowly things change in the world but the Night Men, and their servants, are eternal.I am told it’s time for my reawakening. My master will die and I will be born anew. I beg him not to leave me, but he shakes his head at every protest. “It is time,” is all he will say. In the presence of the Night Men and their servants, the rite is completed. I spend one last night held by my master. Instead of him taking my blood, I take his. When I wake, in darkness, my master is gone. I am now one of the Night Men, taking my master’s place. He in turn has been taken by the sun goddess and is no longer in this world. I can’t image my existence without him. The years blur as they go by. I take my own servants, waiting for the day I will welcome the sun goddess’s arms. I wait a very long time, but the moment never comes. Not when plague stalks the land, or the seas rise in a deadly flood. Empires are born, only to die. People forget about Night Men and instead give us other names: Ekimmu, Vrykolaka, Lamina, Jiangshi, Rakshasa, Draugr, Strigoi, and the one name that has been used the most: vampyr.History takes place around me. Wars rage, monarchs are born, kingdoms fall. Still, I am eternal. The ways of the Night Men are lost, with younger members of my kind making children, rather than replacements. Vampire clans mushroom but I remain a clan of one. I have no children, and while I love, it is always fleeting. Ten years or a hundred or a thousand—everything ends eventually. Everyone eventually dies. Everyone except me. |








