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Eternal Bite: A Limited Edition Collection of Vampire Stories
Publication date: October 20th 2020
Genres: Adult, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance, Young Adult

Bite or be bitten.

Are you ready to journey into the sinful world of vampires? Awesome, because this limited edition boxed set contains nine all-new, full-length novels starring everyone’s favorite creature of the night… and it’s waiting for you!

Some characters will bite.
Others will be bitten.
All have a lust for blood.
Do you?

Don’t miss your chance to binge-read this kick-butt collection.

Authors included in the set:

Avery Song
Stasia Black
A.S. Green
Brittni Chenelle
CC Solomon
Stella Williams
Charlee Garden
Kat Stiles
Heather MacKinnon

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Vampira Crescent Academy by Avery Song 

𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐈𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚.

I’m Valentina Mallory (Valerie for short): eighteen, poor, plagued with poor vision, and far from beautiful. Oh, and to top it all off, I’m not a vampire or a werewolf.

𝐈𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡.

As if that weren’t bad enough, I’m also an orphan. One who somehow inherited admission to the esteemed Vampira Crescent Academy, thanks to the fact that my dead parents were royalty.

It’ll take a miracle to make it through Term One, but my new wolf guardians are determined to make it happen. All because they bet on my success against an evil, cynical vampire prince who’s hiding his own vision issues and needs my blended blood to cure him.


With everything that’s happening, I need all the help I can get. It’s time to pray to the bloody moon for aid in surviving this prestigious school of blood and howling forces.

𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤.

Blood Claimed by Heather MacKinnon

Can he save her from herself?

Alexander is given one simple task: relocate a recent victim of a rogue vampire. A simple job turns complicated when he actually meets her. Charlotte Wakefield is headstrong, argumentative, and so damn beautiful, he can’t help but want to be near her. But having a vampire for a bodyguard comes with its own slew of issues. Alexander knows she’d be better off without him, but he can’t stay away.

Charlotte knows Alexander isn’t the social worker he claims to be, but she has no other explanation for the gorgeous man who keeps saving her. Besides being devastatingly handsome, he’s also rude, impatient, and such a jerk she’s constantly in danger of slapping him. She knows there’s more to him, though. Just like she knows there’s a reason he’s always there to save her.

Charlotte’s blood is like a siren call and there’s danger around every corner. Can Alexander keep her safe? Or is he the real threat to her safety?


His Soul to Keep by Stella Williams

Beware of Shadows.

Soulstice Washington has lived a life on the run. In constant fear of the shadows that have brought her nothing but trouble. Then, Makai Inigo, a real-life shadow, infiltrates her last efforts of living a normal life.

Makai has waited patiently for the right moment to stake his claim on Soul. Yet, his time has run out. Soulstice is special; her bloodline a rare commodity to the vampiristic Saurian. The rising competition against his claim forces his hand.

Caught between legacy and love, Makai must prove that Soul is his to keep.


Hunting Haven by Charlee Garden

Hunt or be hunted.

Running for her life is nothing new to Haven. Only this time, she doesn’t know who or what she’s running from. As creepy mementos and bloody gifts start piling up, she knows she needs help to survive—especially when the creature pursuing her is anything but human.

Gabriel Macias, ex-hunter, is Haven’s only hope. He has the knowledge and the skill to put vampires in the ground permanently. Unfortunately, Haven’s stalker proves to be smarter than the average leech. It’s determined to make Haven its mate, and Gabriel? He’ll do anything to keep that from happening.

As his past with the hunters comes back to haunt him, can Gabriel keep Haven safe? Or will history repeat itself?


Deathly Touch by CC Solomon

With just one touch she could kill.

Jazmine St. Clair has lived in isolation most of her life after accidentally killing someone at age nine. Ten years later, she’s socially awkward, shunned by society and forbidden to feel any touch by another human. Then one day she finds herself in the midst of a series of supernatural kidnappings by a mysterious group and meets a sexy vampire that changes her world forever.

Evan Kitagawa was short-tempered and directionless as a lower level “undead” vampire. Then Jazmine’s accidental touch brought him back to life, allowing him to enjoy the perks of an elite, “living” vampire. When the head of his vampire town instructs him to infiltrate Jazmine’s community, he finds himself more than excited to be near this beautiful stranger even if it could mean betrayal.

While Jazmine is intrigued by Evan’s ability to survive her touch, she’s suspicious of his intentions. However, she can’t ignore their unexplainable bond…or growing feelings.

With kidnappings on the rise and growing distrust between their towns, can the pair uncover the truth behind their unlikely bond before they become the next victims?

Fans of Warm Bodies, Vampire Diaries and the manga My Little Monster will enjoy this new adult paranormal romance filled with mystery, heart and action.


The Dark Prince’s Captive by Stasia Black

This modern man’s about to go medieval on his family for the sake of an epic love.

Alexandru’s family has a secret of the deepest, darkest kind. Turns out his great great great great grandad is Vlad Tsepesh, aka Dracula. And grandpa dearest wants Alex to join the family business. Step one? Lock Alex in a basement and toss in a virgin sacrifice with him to tempt him to take a bite.

But this luscious bit of human flesh isn’t gonna stand for it. River Paulson has dreams of her own, and none of them included ended up in the basement of a madman.

The guy locked with in her, though? He’s not so bad, and okay, is sorta kinda amazing and gorgeous and kind and—the enemy, he’s the enemy!

But really, is it his fault his family are d-bags? He seems to be a victim of circumstances as much as she is.

Getting out of the basement is only the beginning, though. River and Alex have an epic journey and a destiny awaiting them that neither could have ever imagined. If only they could get past that pesky urge he has to bite her whenever she’s near…


Blood Thorn by AS Green

Everyone thinks Ainsley Morris is your basic science nerd—a botany major who prefers the lab to the party scene—and maybe they’re right. But she’s got plans. Big plans that’ll keep her from repeating her mother’s mistakes. So even though life hasn’t always been rosy, at twenty-one, it’s finally less thorny.

That is, until she meets him. Alex Campbell.

Sure, he’s ridiculously handsome, rich, and powerful. And maybe he can steam up a room (and…um…other things) just by turning his green eyes in Ainsley’s direction. But unfortunately he’s also completely insane.

Alex thinks he’s some kind of vampire fae. And not only that, he says he’s the leader of said vampire faes and that Ainsley’s their queen.

Uh…excuse me?

Worse, he says they’re nearing extinction, and she’s their only shot at survival.

Pshhh. Right. Ainsley has her own problems to worry about.

But when her body begins reacting in ways even a science nerd can’t explain, it might be more than Alex’s survival on the line. It might just be her very own. Because those big plans of hers? They’re about to come bite her in the ass.

The Vampire Cure by Kat Stiles

In the search for a cure to a viral pandemic, scientist Liz Meyer discovers something far more deadly…

Vampires exist.

And what’s even more amazing, they’re immune to the virus.

Liz is both horrified and intrigued. She knows that a blood sample could be the solution to a cure. And sexy vampire Ryan awakens a desire within her, something she’s never felt before. Too bad the rest of the coven want nothing more than to feast on her blood.

Can Liz get the blood she needs to study vampire immunity and find a cure? Or will it be her blood taken instead?

Chaste Blood by Brittni Chenelle

In the realm of the immortal courts, love is the deadliest weapon…

As a princess in the Shadow Court, Sinna lives a painfully sheltered life. Like all immortals, she has but one weakness… Love strips away an immortal’s power, leaving them vulnerable to attack. So when her fellow mages peer into the future, and learn she is destined to love a rival king, they see an opportunity to seize power…

Sent to infiltrate the Blood Court of vampires, Sinna must seduce their

king, and steal his immortality. But the price of failure is high. A thousand lifetimes of torture and imprisonment await her if she’s discovered–not to mention the enslavement of her people.

Maddox, the Vampire King, is no fool. But despite his initial suspicions, he longs for the company of his fated mate. So when Sinna enters his realm and challenges his restraint, he’s eager to test his limits–and hers. But lurking in the background, darker forces seek to make pawns of them both.

And when Sinna’s own feelings are compromised, she starts to wonder if she has been the target all along…



Hunting Haven by Charlee Garden

I noticed the screenless window that was left open above her sink almost immediately. Peering through the window, I tried to see if there was a discarded screen or if she just didn’t have one to begin with. My stomach clenched as I spotted nail marks on the outside of the window sill. The lock was still intact, but the vamp had clearly pried it open which made me think that the fucker was old. A newly changed bloodsucker would have pushed the window up without a trace. It was always the really old leeches that didn’t have a grasp on how modern designs worked and left traces behind.

“Looking for something?” Haven asked from behind me.

I turned around to face her, ignoring her question. “You always leave your window open when you go to work?” She leaned casually against the door frame. Her tight jeans and long legs looked entirely too appealing. I forced my gaze back to her face in time to notice her confused frown.

Blood Claimed by Heather MacKinnon

She turned to me with a wide smile that I couldn’t help but return. It was times like this when she was so beautiful it was actually hard to look at her.

“Thanks for everything tonight. I feel much safer here than the last place.”

I grunted in response. If I hadn’t had my head so far up my ass the other day, I never would have left her there to begin with. “I’m glad you like it.”

She shifted her weight from foot to foot as she twisted her fingers together. “So, will I see you tomorrow?”

What a stupid question.

I snorted. “Of course.” Where the hell else would I be?

Her eyes widened in surprise before that huge grin spread across her face again. “Okay great. I’ll see you then.”

I frowned, the pieces slowly starting to come together. “Yeah, you’ll see me then like you’ll see me for the rest of the night,” I said before stalking past her into the living room.

Honestly, there was only so much of that shit I could take. I’d tried my best, but the massive king-sized bed was always in my peripheral and it was getting harder and harder to ignore the fact that I had the girl alone in a room with me. It was safer for the both of us if I walked away.

“Wait what?” she called as she hurried after me.

I took a seat in an oversized chair and pulled out my phone. “I don’t understand what part is confusing to you.”

I could hear her teeth grinding from here. “Do you always have to be an asshole?”

I looked up at her, shocked. “I’m being an asshole?”

She shook her head with a chuckle. “It’s sad that you don’t even know when you’re doing it.”

I just shrugged.

“So, what’s going on tonight? Is there another guard on their way? Or am I safe enough here that I don’t need one?”

I snorted. “I don’t think you’d be safe enough as the only colonist on Mars.” She gaped at me, but I just continued. “And no. I’m your guard for tonight.”

Her mouth snapped shut audibly. “Oh.” 


Blood Thorn by A.S. Green

Excerpt from CHAPTER TWO. Ainsley Morris is at her best friend’s bachelorette party at a downtown bar:

“What’ll it be?” the bartender asked.

“Jack Diet.”

“You got it.”

As she waited, she touched her finger to the Gerber daisy in the bud vase on the bar. It had obviously been there for a while because three of its petals fell off at her touch, leaving its center partially exposed.

The bartender filled her glass right up to the rim. “If you’re hanging out with them,” he tipped his head toward the white cowboy hats, “you’re gonna need it.”

“Oh, you’ve noticed?”

He gave her a sympathetic smile, then moved to the other end of the bar where someone was flagging him down.

That was when Ainsley felt it. Or rather, the lack of it. It was as if a vacuum of space had opened up behind her. She would have looked, except that the emptiness was suddenly filled by a searing presence that had the hairs on the back of her neck standing at attention. Someone was watching her. Again.

The sensation prickled at her skin, and after the weird incident at the fair, it unnerved her. She spun around on her stool, accidentally sloshing her drink onto the ground and just missing what appeared to be a very expensive pair of shoes.

“Christ!” exclaimed a man who was approaching the bar with his money in hand.

“Oh my god.” Ainsley grabbed a bunch of napkins. She’d totally overreacted. This guy’s focus hadn’t been on her; it had been on the empty stool beside her, the only clear access to the crowded bar.

The stranger took the napkins out of Ainsley’s hand before she was able to drop to the ground and start mopping.

“Easy there,” he said, though he still sounded irritated. “You need to handle your alcohol better. That one nearly got away from you.”

“I’m so sorry. I thought— I mean, you surprised me, that’s all.” She looked up and up his tall frame, ultimately seeing his face for the first time. Um…yikes.

Ainsley made it a point not to pay too close attention to a man’s appearance; what was the point when they were all the same underneath? But this guy would be impossible for anyone to ignore.

He was handsome, for sure, but so were plenty of men. This guy was striking; well over six feet, ridiculously broad shouldered, and his dark hair was expertly cut. He had a square jaw and aristocratic nose, but it was his piercing eyes—Green. Obviously green, despite the dim lighting—that had Ainsley holding her breath.

“You’re a jumpy one, aren’t you?” he asked, though there was no humor in his voice. He raised his hand to flag down the bartender.

“Tonight is not my usual night.” Ainsley dropped her gaze to his chest and winced. She’d splashed some on his shirt, too. It was nice shirt, the kind a man wore with a designer suit; in fact, he probably had to have all his suits specially tailored to fit him. And while the guy wasn’t currently wearing a tie, she could tell that casual was not his normal gig.

“I’ll buy you a new drink.” He gestured to the bartender again, then rolled up his sleeves, revealing a tattoo of a purple thistle on his left forearm. The tattoo was a surprise; he didn’t seem the type.

Ainsley glanced back at the wet spot on his shirt.

He must have noticed because he added, “I don’t mind smelling like whiskey. It’ll make me more irresistible.”

She rolled her eyes—Here we go; cue asshole speak—and spun around to face the bar. “Irresistible to alcoholics, maybe.”

Mr. Green Eyes rested his forearm on the bar. “How about just to women who drink whiskey?”

His Soul to Keep by Stella Williams 

Clouds obscured the moon and stars in a pitch-black sky.

Where the hell is he? “Branson!”

There was no answer. Soul stumbled through the barbed vines that littered her path. Thorns caught the thin white sheet she’d fashioned into a dress, leaving streaks of blood where they tore into her ankles.

“Branson! Answer me, you asshole!”

This time her calls were answered by the sound of flapping wings before a small, dark figure swooped low, almost hitting her head. The small gust of wind from its wings barely moving her gelled beehive fro. She swiped her hand over her face, not caring she smeared the green and grey zombie makeup she’d carefully applied earlier.

She stopped in the middle of what used to be a blooming garden, now overgrown and filled with dead and decaying foliage. Stone statues and fountains loomed in every direction. Just visible enough to play tricks on her mind. A feral growl broke the relative silence of the night, sending her heart racing. The growling got closer, but as she whipped around expecting to see an animal, all she saw was more shadows—this time running swiftly through the overgrown brush.

This is the last time I fall for his stupid jokes.

“I’m going home! I’m not playing no stupid games.”

She expected Branson to emerge from the darkness, or maybe for him to laugh and give away his position. Branson loved to play jokes on her. He was supposed to be taking her to one of his college parties so she would know what it was like before she graduated high school that year. Instead, he and his friends had stopped here at the old Foster Plantation on the outskirts of Foster, their small town. The creepiest house anyone had ever known.

Everything from ghost sightings to demonic possessions and monster-sized animals was tied to this place. Fitting to the atrocities served by its previous slaveholding owners. Not that the modern generation of Fosters was any less racist. Just now, their fortune was spent, and their ancestral home abandoned to the fitting ruin it should be. Most people with any sense steered clear of the place, especially on Halloween. The night when all manner of spirits roamed the earth.

Don’t go playing with spirits, child. You don’t know what’s lurking on Old Hallows’ Eve.

Grandma Ronnie’s words played on a loop in Soul’s head as she desperately fought the fear threatening to paralyze her. Soul would never have gotten out of the car if Branson hadn’t agreed to stay by her side. Of course, he and his friends, Blake and Wayne, had taken off running in all different directions as soon as they had the chance. Leaving Soul vulnerable and alone among the spirits of the dead.

Branson thought it was a joke when Soul said she could feel spirits. It wasn’t. It was part of her family legacy. Grandma Ronnie was known for her psychic ability around town, even if she tried to downplay it. Unfortunately, Soul was following suit in that regard. Even now, she could feel the brush of tormented souls along her skin, hear their screams like wounded animals in the distance. Barely a whisper, but audible all the same.

Taking a deep breath, she clenched her hands tighter. Her fingernails bit into the palm of her hands, bringing her thoughts back to the present. The feral growling started again, farther away this time, but still too close for comfort.

“Branson, when I find you, I’m going to kill you!”

The words echoed in the night. Giving up on trying to reason with the boys, Soul made her way back to the car. At least there, she would have some protection against anything coming her way. Maybe someone passing by would give her a ride home. The wild animals had enough sense to stay away from the road, even when the road remained mostly deserted. The local hunters had made sure of that.

The closer she got to the car, the farther away the growling became. She relaxed a little, focusing on her anger at Branson for taking this joke of his too far. Soul could just barely make out the silhouette of Branson’s old busted Camaro. The driver’s door was wide open, but none of the boys were in sight. She turned around, searching for any sign of them. Branson would never be so careless with his precious vehicle.

“Branson! This is too far!”

There was a rustling behind her, heavy footfalls getting closer to her position. The progress she made in calming herself down was now undone. She wrapped her arms tight around herself, rubbing her arms to fight off the chills racking her body. The spirits assailed her.


She took off for the car. She could feel the animal on her heels but refused to look back. Looking back would only slow her down. The vehicle was in sight, if she could just make it there, she would be safe. Soul never made it to the car. Something, or someone, struck a painful blow to the back of her head, rendering her unconscious.



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