Author: Susan Old
Series: The Miranda Chronicles Book 1
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Zairesue Books
Release Date: Mar 13 2018
Edition/Format: 1st Edition ~ Format eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
Miranda Ortega loves to surprise people who underestimate her...
...especially powerful, wealthy, brilliant vampire nobility.
Tristan Mordecai has no sense of personal boundaries.
Miranda feels control of her life slipping away as she is pulled into a nocturnal world of Lamborghini driving, Chanel wearing, egomaniac assassins with a strict liquid diet.
What's a young woman from the cornfields of Illinois to do?
from Rare Blood
Copyright © 2018 Susan Old
I sat on my bed and felt very alone. I expected to feel anger at my mentor’s betrayal but instead I just felt sadness. Tristan had held a grudge for over 100 years. Stoker had become tangled up with Simone. I realized that she was the blond in the miniature painting in his office. He had been paying for years for his insult to vampire pride. Now, because of my entrance into this bizarre world, he was free. Was I supposed to view Tristan as a cruel tyrant or an honorable despot? Death seemed to follow him closely. In this case it was a mercy to end a torturous existence. What did this mean for me? I should have felt more upset but instead I just felt hungry. There is a reason people eat after funerals. I needed to feed my growing anxiety. At that moment, I could have eaten half a cow.
I splashed water on my face, then looked in the armoire. I wanted to take off the clothes that had witnessed Bram’s passing. Black seemed appropriate. I put on a black satin tank top, a subdued floral skirt and black strappy sandals. My focus had to be on how I was going to survive. I told myself there would be time to process the loss later. I wanted more information about my predicament.
The Baron said nothing more as we walked downstairs. Clive looked up from the debris in the library with a solemn smile. Jasper opened the front door and then was dismissed by the Baron. A sleek, red sports car that looked like NASA might have designed it was waiting for us.
“Wow!” I said out loud despite myself.
Tristan was amused by my response. “This is one of my favorite cars and the fastest.” We drove through the winding streets of Bel Air to Sunset Boulevard. I noticed other drivers taking a second look at our car. Tristan’s scent added to the moment. I glanced at him and felt an undeniable attraction to this powerful, undead man. Conflicting emotions were doing battle in my brain. I felt like hitting him but instead sat quietly.
“Here we are,” Tristan said as we pulled up in front of an exclusive Chinese restaurant almost hidden from the street with lush bamboo plants and flowering shrubs. The parking attendant was excited to get the keys to the Spyder.
“Welcome,” an Asian man in a black suit greeted us. “Ms. Hauser’s table is this way.” He guided us past the patrons seated in the public dining area.
Red, black and gold dragon designs were beautifully painted on the walls. The tables were bathed in flickering candlelight. Small trees grew in ornamental pots by a large fish tank next to the bar. We were led to a small private room that was curtained off from the other diners.
“Was this Lena’s idea?” I inquired as we were seated at a table set for two.
“She recommended it. If you don’t like Chinese…”
“No, that’s fine. I do. I just wondered if she was like you,” not wanting to blurt out vampire in public.
“Yes,” he replied, “though she is much better at interacting with Shorts. She likes being a literary agent. I don’t normally associate with people from your world,” he explained.
“Lucky for me and Bram,” I declared. Tristan did not respond. “That explains a lot about Lena. I should’ve guessed it by the way she orders people around. Poor Sergio, he loves her.”
The waiter politely interrupted and took my order from a menu with no prices. Tristan ordered in Chinese, which delighted the server.
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Back in the states she worked in Mental Health/ Addictions for 30 years. Exposure to many cultures/ subcultures and unique thought processes made writing about vampires a supernatural next step.
When not writing about Miranda’s struggles with the vampire world, she volunteers at an animal shelter, and a Veteran’s museum.
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