NIGHT’S KISS is a great addition to the stories of Amanda Ashley, who manages to blend the power of vampires and their world with that of the modern-day. Brenna and Roshan are a powerful couple, and their tribulations, trials, and sense of survival shine through in this engaging story of love and redemption.
Night’s Kiss is a great story dealing with time travel and vampires. I enjoyed both these aspects as well as how Roshan was about ready to give up on life but once again found joy in it when he finds the love of his life. Amanda Ashley has written an interesting story that is sure to appeal to many.
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Night's Kiss is a compelling story that brings to life the exciting, but dangerous journey that Brenna goes though in her search of a new world. Amanda Ashley will keep you on the edge of your seat as she shows what the power hungry of this world will do to reach
their goal. Briana Burress
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Night’s Kiss is a delightful story with something for everyone. It has suspense, and time travel as well as some sensual love scenes using the supernatural as the backdrop. With witches, warlocks and vampires, this is one novel you won’t want to miss.
Roshan DeLongpre has been a vampire for almost 300 years. He is lonely, bitter and tired of existing. Making a decision to end it all, he goes into his extensive library and begins to look at a book on witchcraft while he awaits the dawn. There he sees a picture of Brenna Flanagan, a young witch burned at the stake on All Hallows Eve in the year 1692. She reminds him of his wife and he becomes fascinated by her. He goes to meet the dawn but stops. He stops for Brenna and for his books. Holding her picture the next night, Roshan concentrates on her and is transported back to 1692. Despite Brenna’s mistrust Roshan does manage to save her and return with her and her cat, Morgana to the present. Brenna is understandably confused and is not sure if she can trust Roshan. But with danger looming and love blooming, they need to trust each other to fight the warlock whoknows who they are and wishes to take what they have.
Night’s Kiss is a treasure with the rich descriptions and interesting tidbits Amanda Ashley gives us regarding magic and history. Brenna’s reactions are delightful as she learns about life in our present day. Roshan’s love for her comes through loud and clear. The suspense builds throughout the novel and it becomes increasingly harder to put the book down. Another great story told by Amanda Ashley!
A very creative and inventive story about a Vampire who finds true love, in spite of adversity and the fact that he has to travel back in time to the era of witch burnings to find it. The Author takes you on a roller coaster ride of emotional turmoil and danger, yet blends the right amount of romance to give it flavor. It is sensual, poignant, and gripping, and is written with tact and finesse`. The story draws you in and keeps you turning the pages to see what happens next.
Ashley breathes life into each character, and her style of writing is refreshing and endearing. If an escape is what you seek, and a story with a whole new twist, this is the book to read. I laughed, I cried, and several times my heart was in my throat as I read this story. Amanda Ashley gives something to Vampires that they have never had before; a soul.
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I've never read before I picked up this book. This book showed me that reading was a very fascinating joy. It only took me about two days to read all of it. I could not, I repeat not put it down. I'm only fifteen years old, and I've finally discovered reading all because of Night's Kiss. It's a book so perfect, you can't explain it in words. I fell in love with this book. I also fell in love with the characters Roshan and Brenna. Amanda Ashley is my all-time favorite author. I've been reading like there's no tomorrow, because of all her books. I really recommend this book. And I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Miranda Peters on April 03 2005
A Story That Combines, Time Travel, Vampires, And Witches!
Brenna and Roshan were wonderful characters and Ms. Ashley has taken the vampire storyline and added so much that this is a fresh and fun read. I laughed and cried. Roshan is such wonderful hero. Tortured, and sensual as well as tender! Ms. Ashley is one author I have no trouble recommending!
Kristi Ahlers on March 12 2005
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Twenty-two years ago, vampires Roshan and Brenna DeLongpre delivered a baby girl born to a teen mother who did not want her, so they took Cara in and raised her as their own, never telling her that her parents were Undead. They also killed a madman who would have destroyed them both, and now, the consequences of those two actions are coming to fruition. Anthony Loken's lover and son have decided to take revenge on his killers, the DeLongpres, and use their daughter to do so. Cara has also attracted the attention of a new vampire, Vince Cordova. Though he has fallen in love with the mortal, his secret stands between them. Yet, when danger threatens, it will take all good vampires to stand against the true evil. Cara is about to discover the miracles that are possible when truth and love combine.
This is an excellent sequel to Night's Kiss. The new twists to the vampire mythos are intriguing and make you want to know even more about the future of this world. I was particularly fascinated by Mara, the oldest vampire. Dare I hope that she will ever get her own tale? The ending is somewhat of a surprise, but a good one. Don't miss this book.
Reviewed by Amanda Killgore
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Night’s Touch is a rich drama that oozes with sex appeal, and sensual magnetism with the rich love of Cara and Vince that the reader can actually feel. Cara and Vince’s emotions are so vivid and detailed that every page is believable. Vince is a vampire that I would not mind meeting myself. The plot of Anton and Serafina is terrific and keeps the reader hanging onto their seat in eagerness. The twists and turns of the vampire orld are not only alluring, but spellbinding in this fantastic read.
Amanda Ashley delivers surprises at every corner. The whole visual effect of the lingering kisses, along with the addition of the creature, in movement, can be felt in this passionate tale where Ms. Ashley pens a vampire story that is so rare and inviting.
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The Dark Gift has brought Roshan DeLongpre a lifetime of bitter loneliness-until, by chance, he comes across a picture of Brenna Flanagan. There is something hauntingly familiar about Brenna, something that compels him to travel into the past, save the beautiful witch from the stake, and bring her safely to his own time. Now, in the modern world, it is Brenna's seductive innocence and sense of wonder that are utterly bewitching the once-weary vampire, blinding him to a growing danger. For there is one whose dark magick is strong...one who knows who they both are and won't stop till their powers are his...and they are nothing more than shadows through time.
Drowning in an ocean of loneliness and bitter despair, Roshan DeLongpre sat in front of the huge stone hearth, staring into the fire. The flames were vibrant, crackling with life, brilliant reds and yellows, dazzling blues and greens. He saw each dancing finger of flame in perfect clarity, each subtle shade and hue. Fire. His greatest enemy next to the clear golden light of day.
Firelight. Sunlight. Both had the power to destroy him.
A sigh whispered past his lips. He was growing weary of his existence, so utterly, utterly weary. Each night was like the last. Life as he knew it had lost its luster; there were no surprises left, only an age-old instinct to survive.
Now, staring into the writhing flames, he wondered why he bothered. He had no compelling reason to go on. He could inspire passion but not love, command obedience but not affection. He could change his shape at will, move with incredible speed, defy the laws of gravity, dissolve into a fine mist or disappear completely. And yet, on this cool October night, his supernatural powers meant nothing.
Night. He stared out the leaded window into the darkness beyond. He had seen the moon’s rising every night for almost three hundred years but was forever denied the majestic beauty of dawn’s first light.
Perhaps it was time to watch the birth of a new day one last time.
Rising, he wandered through the narrow, dark halls of the house where he had resided for most of the last fifty years. It was a big old house located on a quiet street in a respectable part of the city. He’d had the interior remodeled twice; once simply because he tired of his surroundings and wanted a change and once when he had been thinking about selling the place and moving on.
Going into each room, he bid a silent farewell to the treasures he had collected during the course of his preternatural existence.
He paused now and then to run his hands over a few of the items he cherished for one reason or another ~ a small ivory statue of Venus, a life-sized grizzly bear carved from a single piece of redwood, a unicorn carved from a piece of onyx. He paused in front of his favorite painting. It depicted the sun rising over a clear mountain lake set in the midst of a pine tree forest. He gazed at it for several minutes, trying to remember what it had felt like to feel the warmth of the daystar on his face.
Moving into his library, he stood in front of the bookcase that reached from wall to wall and floor to ceiling. He had loved books ever since he learned to read, had spent years wandering the world to collect the ones that lined the shelves. Many of the books were rare editions, a few were first editions autographed by the authors. Some were so old they were in danger of disintegrating. A few were truly ancient, like the medieval Psalter that dated back to the fourteenth century. It was a beautiful work of art, carefully written and illustrated by hand. His collection also included a Bible handwritten by monks. Each page was in itself a work of art. He had other books and writings that were truly unique. Some were written on tree bark, others on bamboo or cloth or silk. One had been engraved on metal plates. He had a folding book that came from Burma. Called a parabaiks, it told the life of Buddha in words and pictures.
So many books. No ordinary mortal would ever have lived long enough to collect them all, let alone read them. But he had read them all at least once, some many more times than that. And this was only one bookcase of many located throughout the house.
He plucked a thick volume titled “Ancient History and Myths, Fact or Fiction” from a lower shelf. Dropping into a chair, he thumbed idly through the pages, skimming over the words and photographs until one particular image caught his attention. It was a small pen and ink drawing of a woman bound to a wooden stake. She was surrounded by a mob of angry men waving torches over their heads.
The caption under the drawing read: The Burning of Brenna Flanagan, Accused of Witchcraft.
He stared at the photo, captivated by her uncanny likeness to Atiyana. His beloved Atiyana. He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the only woman he had ever loved. Atiyana, dead at the age of two and twenty and their newborn son with her. He had not known another’s love since her death, nor did he ever expect to love again, not now, when he was cursed with the Dark Trick.
Shaking off the memories, he turned his attention back to the book in his lap. The accompanying story claimed that Brenna Flanagan had been seen chanting and dancing naked in the moonlight numerous times. On one occasion, her neighbors alleged that dozens of toads had fallen from the heavens. On another occasion, they declared that lightning had split the skies, setting several cottages on fire. It was said that she had warned a local man to keep his pig from rooting around in her garden and two days later, the man had died. She had reportedly sold magic elixirs and charms to the locals, everything from love potions to a promised cure for spavins. Several young women claimed to have seen her flying through the skies.
Finally, the people in the village had had enough. Afraid that witchcraft would take over their small community, the way witches seemed to be overtaking the nearby towns of Andover and Salem, Brenna Flanagan had been arrested and tried, all in the same night. During the course of the hasty trial, she had been asked to identify the evil spirit she was in league with, and if she had made contact with the devil. She had denied being in league with the devil but her pleas had fallen on deaf ears. She had been convicted of being a witch. In Salem, witches were hanged but the village folk wanted nothing left of their local witch. Brenna Flanagan had been burned at the stake and her ashes scattered in a mountain lake.
Frowning, his gaze settled on the drawing once more. Of course, it wasn’t a true photograph, just an artist’s rendition of the occurrence, and even though it was only a black and white sketch, she seemed alive some how. He could feel the fear that sat like a lump of ice in the pit of her belly, the heat of the hungry flames as they licked at her ankles.
Rising, he searched his reference books looking for her name but to no avail. He found a great deal of information on the Salem witch hunts. From June of 1692 through September of that same year, nineteen men and women had been convicted of witchcraft, carted to Gallows Hill, and hanged. One man, over eighty years of age, had been pressed to death under heavy stones for refusing to submit to a trial. It had taken him two days to die, during which he had begged for “more weight” so that the end might come more quickly. In addition to the nineteen men and women, two dogs suspected of being “familiars” had also been executed.
Not one to be easily discouraged, Roshan fired up his computer. He knew that many of the old world vampires refused to embrace modern technology. They refused to learn new ways, refused to accept anything that had been invented after they had received the Dark Gift. Roshan was not one of them. He spent countless hours surfing the web.
Going to the Internet, he typed Brenna Flanagan’s name into a search engine. Moments later, her name appeared. The info on the web didn’t tell him anything new, but it did have what was purported to be a genuine portrait of the woman, supposedly painted by a man said to have been bewitched by her. A small notation said the artist, John Alfred Linder by name, had thrown himself off a cliff the day he learned of her death.
Roshan stared at the woman’s image, completely mesmerized by what he saw. In this portrait, done in color, her likeness to Atiyana was even more pronounced.
She was a rare beauty, was Brenna Flanagan, with hair as red as the flames that had taken her life, and beautiful green eyes flecked with gold. Eyes that held a soul-deep sadness. She had a small determined chin, a finely shaped nose, perfectly arched brows, and lips that begged to be kissed. Draped in a flowing white gown, she sat on a curved settee, her back straight. A large black cat with yellow eyes was curled up on her lap.
A witch, indeed, he thought wryly as he printed the picture. It seemed there was a cat in every movie and every story that involved witchcraft, though the only movie he could recall off-hand was “Bell, Book, and Candle”, probably because he had long been a fan of the enchanting Kim Novak.
Cats were believed to embody demons that performed the witch’s tasks. Roshan remembered a scene in the movie where Kim Novak held her Siamese cat in her arms while humming an incantation to make James Stewart fall in love with her, though he couldn’t recall the cat’s name. Py-something. According to the movie, witches lost their powers when they fell in love. He wondered absently if there was any truth to that.
Reading on, he learned that it was believed a witch could take on the form of a cat nine times.
A section on witches familiars proved interesting. Such animals were usually cats, ferrets, dogs, or birds. A sub-section talked about animals. It was believed that if a dog growled at an empty space, it meant a ghost was present. In Persia, dogs were associated with black magick and were believed to cause illness. Anyone who owned a dog could be accused of witchcraft. The ancient Egyptians believed that cats had souls. It was hypothesized that burying a rooster at the junction of three streams or at a crossroads would avert evil.
He looked at the date of Brenna Flanagan’s death and felt an odd shiver run down his spine. All Hallow’s Eve, 1692, the same night he was born, the night when the veil between good and evil, past and present, was said to be the thinnest.
He stared at her image until he felt the subtle shift in the air that signaled the coming of a new day, a faint tingling sensation that spread through every fiber of his body, warning him of the sun’s rising. It was a feeling he had experienced every night for almost three hundred years, a warning that it was time to seek his resting place.
He glanced toward the window, which was already growing light.
Today would be his last day.
Today, he would put an end to his cursed existence.
He would leave the protection of his house and watch the sun climb over the distant foothills. He would walk in the light of a new day one last time, feel its golden heat warm his preternaturally cool flesh until the near-forgotten pleasure turned to pain and it destroyed him. Like Brenna, he would meet his end in flames. It would, he thought, he a fitting introduction to the fires of an unforgiving hell that surely awaited him.
Rising, he put the book aside and walked out the front door. Descending the steps, he glanced over his shoulder for a last look at the house where he had lived for the last half-century. It was a big old house, with huge rooms and vaulted ceilings. It was his favorite of all the places he had occupied in his long existence.
Turning toward the east, he lifted his gaze toward the horizon, watching in awe as the rising sun painted the heavenly blue canvas with brilliant slashes of pink and lavender and ochre.
It seemed fitting that his last sunrise should be the most beautiful one he had ever seen.
Cara DeLongpre wandered into the mysterious Nocturne club looking for a fleeting diversion from her sheltered life. Instead, she found a dark, seductive stranger whose touch entices her beyond the safety she’s always known and into a heady carnal bliss…
A year ago, Vincent Cordova believed that vampires existed only in bad movies and bogeyman stories. That was before a chance encounter left him with unimaginable powers, a hellish thirst, and an aching loneliness he’s sure will never end…until the night he meets Cara DeLongpre. Cara’s beauty and bewitching innocence call to his mind, his heart…his blood. For Vincent senses the Dark Gift shared by Cara’s parents, and the lurking threat from an ancient and powerful foe. And he knows that the only thing more dangerous than the enemy waiting to seek its vengeance is the secret carried by those Cara trusts the most.
It was at a very early age that Cara Aideen DeLongpre realized her mother and father weren’t like her friends’ parents. For one thing, she never saw her mom and dad during the day, and they never ate dinner together, the way families did on t.v. As far back as Cara could remember, she had eaten all her meals with her nanny, Charlotte Ray, until Charlotte retired. Her new nanny, Melissa Kent, was much younger than Miss Ray had been. And although Cara missed her old nanny, Miss Kent quickly found a place in her affections.
Cara was home schooled by Miss Louise Byrne until she turned twelve. On her birthday, Cara’s father informed her that she would be going to public school so that she might associate with other children. Cara wasn’t happy about that, but her father assured her that it was for her own good. She needed to learn how to get along with people her own age. To that end, Miss Byrne was dismissed and Mr. Shaw was hired. Mr. Shaw was built like a wrestler and had a face like bull dog. It was his job to drive her to school and pick her up afterwards.
Once again, Cara came to realize that her parents were different. They didn’t attend parent-teacher conferences or any other school functions unless they were held at night.
Until Cara went to school, she assumed that everybody opened their Christmas presents at night, and hunted for Easter eggs after the sun went down. Thanksgiving was a holiday that was never celebrated in her home. Valentine’s Day meant a big candy heart from her Daddy.
Cara’s favorite holiday was Halloween. She always dressed up as a witch, and her mother and father always went trick or treating with her. Her mom dressed as a witch, too. Her dad didn’t dress up, though he did wear a long black cloak that made other kids ask if he was supposed to be a vampire.
When Cara turned sixteen, she was allowed to go out with boys, but only if they went out with a group or with an other couple. To her chagrin, Mr. Shaw was always nearby and Cara came to understand that he was no longer just a chauffeur but her bodyguard, as well, though she had no idea why she needed a bodyguard.
She put the question to her mom and dad the night after it occurred to her.
Roshan DeLongpre considered his reply for several moments before he answered his daughter’s question. He wasn’t surprised by it, only amazed that it had taken her so long to ask.
“I’m a wealthy man,” he explained patiently. “And I have many enemies. Shaw is there to make sure that no harm comes to you.”
“What kind of enemies?” Cara asked.
She digested that a moment, then asked, “Why don’t I ever see you or Mom during the day? Why don’t we eat together? Where do the two of you go every day, and why can’t I ever go with you?”
Roshan looked at his wife, one brow arched in a silent plea for help. He and Brenna had both known this day would come sooner or later. But how did a man tell his adopted daughter that her father and mother were vampires? And, more than that, that her mother was a witch?
Brenna took her daughter’s hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. “Years ago, your father and I contracted a rare disease. The sun is like poison to us, Cara, so we sleep during the day.”
Cara nodded. She knew she was adopted. Her parents had told her that as soon as she was old enough to understand. It explained why she wasn’t plagued by the same disease.
“Maybe we could eat dinner together?” Cara suggested. “Like other families. You know, like the ones on tv.”
Brenna and Roshan exchanged glances.
“Due to our ailment, your father and I are on a rather strict liquid diet,” Brenna said after a moment, “but we’ll be happy to sit at the table with you while you eat, if you like.”
“I’d like that very much,” Cara said, smiling. “At least once in a while.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do,” her father said.
“Are we very rich?” Cara asked.
“Yes,” her father replied soberly. “Very.”
“Do you think I could have a car?”
“When you’re eighteen,” her father said.
Cara sighed. “Lily got a Honda for her sixteenth birthday. Jennifer got a Mazda. Why can’t I have a car now?”
Brenna looked at her husband, one brow raised as she, too, waited for his answer.
Roshan glanced from his daughter to his wife and back again. “We’ll compromise,” he said. “You can have the car of your choice when you turn seventeen.”
The car she chose was a baby blue VW convertible with black interior.
Cara was twenty-two years old when she finally discovered why her parents weren’t like everyone else’s.
copyright 10/06 Madeline Baker
OTHER VAMPIRE ROMANCES BY AMANDA ASHLEY
Embrace the Night
Deeper Than the Night
A Darker Dream
Shades of Gray
A Whisper of Eternity
Desire After Dark
Bound by Night
Bound by Blood