Thursday, March 12, 2015

Cover Reveal – God Cursed by Olivia Helling


“I should have run faster.”

After a life devoted to his god, Seraphin plunged into hell when Alexis turned him into a vampire against his will. Denied a righteous death at his god’s disciples’ hands, his suffering at Alexis’ hands is his only comfort.

But then Adrian’s Blessed Child pops out of the canal and into his lap. Kayto, a naive but lascivious divine catboy, refuses to leave Seraphin alone to save his soul. He mistakenly believes Seraphin can be good, even though all vampires must be evil.

As much as Seraphin finds himself drawn to him, he’ll do anything to protect Kayto from his taint — even kill for him. But how can he protect Kayto, when he couldn’t even protect himself?

***Warning: God Cursed is not for the faint of heart. The ending will leave you crying, and this story deals with rape.***

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The girl hid her smile behind her lace fan. Bedecked in voluminous layers, her eyes were the only feature visible to my sharp vision. She looked at me, fluttering her fan so the white lace vibrated. She snapped her fan shut, opened it and let it lower, baring her neck. Her pulse jumped. She must be interested in someone else, someone near me.

I stepped to the side, pretending interest in the crowd. Many of the men wore steel rapiers, dress versions of their usual weaponry. These rapiers held no power, but a Hunter must not be without his weapon, even if Le Chasseur at Forest Qin subdued rebel vampires. Really, what vampire would be so thick as to enter the Masquerade, when everyone knew it was held by an old Hunter family and attended by the most talented Hunters, both currently and retired from the guild?

A sigh escaped my lips.

The girl moved again to stand across from me. I looked over the crowd, feigning disinterest even though my skin ached for the pulse thrumming under the harlot’s low-cut dress. The dancers surged again, blocking her from my sight. I scurried further down.

Why must she tempt me? And why must I continue to ask myself such stupid questions? Because Alexis was not present himself to torture me himself, of course. Now I must pit myself against my own hunger without the opportunity to even blame him for it. I laughed, an abrasive sound not unlike a dog’s bark. I could always blame him. He made me this way. That selfish, ugly, hideous man.

I leaned against the mirror. If he found out, and I hoped he did, he would scream at me later for embarrassing him. It was a better result than the alternative.

“Good evening. May I be so presumptuous as to introduce myself?” I spun around. She tilted her open fan away from her pursed lips. She looked into my eyes and I could not run away. “I am Mademoiselle Anna de la Merais. And you are?”

“U-uh, Seraphin,” I stuttered.

“U-uh, Seraphin,” she repeated. “With one or two u’s?”

If I could have, I would have coloured.

“I know, it’s difficult to speak after witnessing such an impossibly rude act. I had to do it, though. I just had to meet you, and you ignored my signals.”

“S-signals?”

She snapped her fan closed and then opened it again. In a low and impossibly unladylike voice, she whispered, “Come hither.”

I gulped. She took advantage of my stalled body and stepped closer until her under-dressed cleavage nearly heaved against my chest. The pulse throbbed. It just pulsed there, as wanton as she was. The scent of so much blood running beneath her skin became too much to resist.

Instinctively, my lips pulled back, baring my fangs.

She shrieked, splitting the ubiquitous sound of the fifty-string orchestra, and leaped back. “Oh Le Chasseur! Help me! Somebody help me please! He’s a vampire!”




Olivia Helling doesn't believe in love at first sight... but maybe, just maybe, it blossoms along a few books. That is, after all, how she fell in love with her husband.

Olivia writes about the darkness and flaws from within, the struggle with self-confidence, self-perception and fear of failure, and fantasy and historical worlds that refuse to allow love between men. So be warned: happily ever after is not guaranteed.

The protagonist and love interest don't always end up together by the end of one book. But when they finally come together, their love will be a thing of beauty.

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