Call of Blood

Defy the call, but Blood echoes through eternity.

The Unnatural Brethren's ruthless leader, vampire king Eirik Bjorn, has ruled San Francisco's supernatural underworld for centuries. But peace unravels when the defiant heir to the Dragon lineage ignites chaos, threatening Bjorn's iron grip on Vampire Central. 

Caught in the crossfire is Ivan Lockhart, a lethal immortal with a sole wish—to hunt and indulge in his new vampiric life, far from the madness. Yet trouble looms as a ghostly call from his tragic past surfaces, forcing Lockhart to confront the one soul he thought lost forever. 

With betrayal and vengeance swirling through the shadows, Lockhart must fight to protect the hazardous new world he carved out for himself in the seductive darkness of San Francisco. 

But some bonds are eternal, and the alluring Call of Blood never fades...

Don't miss the continuation of this thrilling Paranormal Romance series by USA TODAY bestselling author Silvana G. Sánchez!

◆ Excerpt from Call of Blood:

Ivan took the first step down the narrow stairway, Phillip and the rest followed. As they descended, the temperature shifted, quickly becoming cooler and moist. A few feet ahead, flickering torchlight bathed the walls, while behind them, pitch darkness swallowed the tunnel.

They reached a vast circular room at the end of the stairs. Intricately ornamented pillars prolonged into high-arches that stretched into a rib-vaulted ceiling. Two other tunnels as the one that had led them to this ancient hall were carved into the stone, running deep.

Beyond what seemed like a ceremonial antechamber lay another room. Inside, Phillip discovered a dais that led to an empty chair carved in mahogany, lined with red velvet and embroidered in gold. The chair stood beneath a red velvet baldachin.

This was no ordinary chair. Phillip had heard the stories, but he never imagined one day he'd be standing before the Red Throne.

"I don't like this at all," Phillip said. "There's no one here"

"I wouldn't say that." Ivan sniggered, pointing at a headless corpse on the ground, its head, carefully placed on the dais' first step.

Revolting.

Dozens of red velvet banners hung from the ceiling; embroidered in them was the same sigil he'd found on the throne. "The Dragon..." Phillip mused.

© Silvana G. Sánchez 2020