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Enter the dark and mysterious world of Roman DePaul, CEO of DePaul Enterprises by day, vampire extraordinaire by night. Roman is a smoldering hot, African vampire with not only a thirst for blood, but an insatiable hunger for power. He would do anything to one day rule the underworld and to be revered as king of his kind. But just how far would Roman go to become ruler? What would he be willing to do to obtain god-like powers that would assure him a seat on the throne and omnipotent power?Tough as nails and more beautiful than any runway model, Desiree Chase finally had it all. A glamorous lifestyle that included a beautiful home by the beach, and more money than she could ever spend. She was finally at the top of her game. Her life was seemingly perfect until she stepped into the office of Roman DePaul, an uptight, ridiculously-good-looking brother who came with not only a set of impressive fangs, but also a few kinky fetishes. Thrown into a new world of vampires and werewolves, Desiree has a lot to learn about this new world and the man who would become her consort for life.

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Publié par	First Edition Design Publishing
Date de parution	20 mai 2015
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781622879007
Langue	English

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The Consort
Copyright ©2015 Paige Patton

ISBN 978-1622-879-00-7 EBOOK

April 2015

Published and Distributed by
First Edition Design Publishing, Inc.
P.O. Box 20217, Sarasota, FL 34276-3217
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The Consort
Prologue

Delilah replayed each step in her head until she had it memorized. There could be no mistakes. To prevent a war between good and evil and to save the one she loved most, she had to follow his instructions to the letter. If Tithoes, the god of dreams were kind enough to offer a means of solving her problem, then she, in return, had to be vigilant in following his orders.
In the spirit world, the gods dealt with problems swiftly. Often unjustly. Not because they were heartless or uncaring, but because they had greater concerns that required steadfast loyalty to all. The safety of the human world took precedence. It was their unwavering duty to keep universal order, to look out for the greater good of all, rather than the needs of one.
The upper echelons maintained a hierarchical system on Heracleion, dwelling place for the Egyptian gods. These were the authoritarians. The greater gods who made the rules. Today the human world was indeed in jeopardy. Because of Delilah. Granted, she was doing everything she could to remedy the problem, but the problem remained.
For centuries, the gods remained silent giving her time, but as the centuries came and went, Delilah was no closer to finding a solution. The gods felt it was time to intervene.
Summoned before a council of gods, each one voiced their concerns regarding the safety of the human realm and the virtues her daughter held as the goddess of the seven virtues. They reminded her of the impending doom and destruction that could occur if the virtues ended up in the wrong hands. They wanted guarantees of her safety, and the safety of the virtues. The demanded her daughter took a consort, a protector to guard the virtues.
Delilah was given three days. Three days to find a worthy protector for her daughter. Otherwise she would be removed from the human world, stripped of the virtues, and sent to a place where she would never know happiness or peace. She would live for eternity in purgatory.
Delilah loathed those who sat in judgment passing down their cruel laws and unfair sentences as though they were without sin or had never made a mistake. They were all stubborn. Ancient in their ways. Horus, Amon, Anubis and Hathor, the lot of them made her sick. She reeled in disgust every time they spoke of keeping harmony in the human world, asserting that it was their duty to make sure that no outside forces interfered with the balance of nature.
Seated in her garden, she called upon the only person she knew who could be the proper consort for her daughter. She called upon the beast. She was going to offer him a deal so sweet it would give him a cavity.
Being summoned by the gods was looked upon as a great honor. Roman was surprised when he heard the familiar voice echoing in his ear, inviting him to the spirit world of Heracleion.
The only way to enter into this world was by invitation, so who, he wondered would have the need to invite him to the spirit realm?
Delilah observed him attentively as he appeared before her. Dressed in modern day attire of suit and tie all in traditional vampire black, her eyes bounced over his magnificent physique like pinballs.
The man had grown into a magnificent creature. He was fascinating in a way that forced a smile on her face. She leaned forward in her chair to capture a better look at the man who was once a slave in their palace. To see him now, so manly and confident, one would think that he was born in a family of noblemen.
She sat motionless as he went down on one knee. “My Queen,” he said, bowing his head. “Have I unexpectedly died and gone to Heracleion?”
She never knew him to have an accent. Moreover, British. It suited him.
“You are still very much alive I assure you. I have summoned you because I am in desperate need of your help.”
The word desperate aroused the beast in Roman. Desperate people resorted to measures that always ended favorably for him. “How may I serve you, my queen?” he asked.
“Please rise,” she ordered.
“Forgive me for intruding in your life. I know that you must be very busy with all your vampiring,” she said as she struggled to keep her thoughts straight. He stood towering over her at six feet four inches. A powerhouse of raw manliness and unnaturally handsome!
“You have grown into quite the man,” she admitted as her eyes darted up and down his body. “You look extremely well.”
“Thank you,” he said with a chuckle. “And you, my queen are a vision of pure loveliness.”
Yes, Delilah mused. Tithoes was right. This creature will do just fine.
“My sources have informed me that you seek god-like powers. Is this true?” Delilah knew that the vampires were meritocracies. They needed no formal election or show of hands. The most capable leader ran the show.
Everyone who knew Roman DePaul knew that he was a power hungry mongrel, but in his defense, most of his kind were. It was their way of remaining on top. “Yes. If this offends you, I ask for forgiveness. I am aware that I am not worthy of such great power. I spoke my desires in private to those I thought I could trust.”
For a man with such intrinsic power, the look on his face was one of humility rather than arrogance. Delilah knew she had struck gold. “Never apologize for your ambitions. If you want something, you should take it.”
She knew the history of Roman’s obsession, his lust for power and how he would do anything to be looked upon as the most powerful vampire on earth. As it stood, that position was already taken. Nevertheless, it never stopped him from trying to achieve his goal. “What if I could grant you those powers? How far would you go to possess them?” She knew the answer, but she wanted to hear him say that he would do anything. She needed to hear the words, to feel his sincerity.
Roman found himself at a momentary loss for words. The possibility of having even the smallest amount of god-like powers, just a fraction would serve him well. The mere thought of it made him dizzy. “I would do anything. I would gladly risk life and limb to obtain such great powers.”
A willing ally Delilah breathed as her beautiful lips curled up into a smile. It was hard to keep herself from standing and jumping up and down like a child relishing in victory. She always knew that Roman would one day return to be her champion. Centuries ago when he was at the mercy of her sister Phaedra, Delilah watched him knowing that he was different. Blinded by his phallus, her sister never took notice of his special gift.
“Well, I doubt it will take losing your life or a limb, perhaps your sanity. I am certain that a man like you would have very little trouble handling a difficult challenge.”
As a vampire, Roman had many supernatural powers. Delilah was a goddess; her powers were far more superior. How difficult could a challenge be that she could not handle herself? “Forgive my rudeness, but what will it take to acquire such powers?”
She thought he would never ask.
They vanished from the garden and reappeared in a small room. “I know of your dreams to have dominion over the world of vampires.”
Roman said nothing. It was true. He did have dreams and hopes of dominating the world of vampires. Only one thing stood in his way, one person who had become the bane of his existence. A constant source irritation like a bad rash.
“I also know of your desire to overthrow your lord and master. He will crush you before you even begin,” she said with the utmost of certainty. “The Eye of Horus has warned me of your imminent death.”
Roman’s eyes slid over to a large crystal ball that hung in midair over a golden pedestal.
“The eye of Horus sees all,” she went on. “It has informed me that your approach is weak. It lacks what it will take to defeat your enemy.”
Roman was beginning to dislike the beautiful queen. “How do you know of this?” He asked, eyeing her cautiously.
“Does it matter? The fact that I know should be of greater concern. I would like to make you an offer. It will require great sacrifice on your part.”
“Sacrifice?” He asked with a raised brow.
“Yes. Your heart.”
This should be easy, Roman thought. He didn’t have a heart. Never had much use for one. “Go on.” He urged.
Delilah stepped in closer to him. So close that he could feel the heat from her body. Roman wondered if she was aware of the risk she was taking. Trapped in a room. Alone. Together. He was a vampire for crying out loud. Show some respect!
“Kourosh seeks knowledge and truth. He struggles day and night to uncover what he cannot find. Soon all will be revealed. When that day comes, your dream will always be just that. A dream! And Kourosh, well, he will remain untouchable.”
Now he was really beginning to dislike her. “And this is where you come in?”
“You have a coterie of three. Dakar, Kayin, and Maceda. Each man truly brilliant and strong. I am impressed, but together you are only four going up against one man who has the strength of a thousand men. The moment he learns of your treachery, he will destroy you all as he did the others.”
Well, that was comforting Roman thought as he looked down at the fragile woman who stood before him. “And you know this because your crystal ball tells you so?”
She all but snarled a