We have Damian Serbu stopping by today with his new release The Vampire’s Angel from NineStar Press
Title: The Vampire’s Angel
Author: Damian Serbu
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: March 19, 2018
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Genre: Paranormal Romance, LGBT, historical, gay, paranormal, vampire, revolution, magic
As Paris devolves into chaos amidst the French Revolution, three lives intertwine.
Xavier, a devout priest, struggles to hold on to his trust in humanity only to find his own faith threatened with the longing he finds for a mysterious American visitor. Thomas fights against the Catholic Church to win Xavier’s heart, but hiding his undead nature will threaten the love he longs to find with this abbé. Xavier’s sister, Catherine, works with Thomas to bring them together while protecting the family fortune but falls prey herself to evil forces.
The death, peril, and catastrophes of a revolution collide with a world of magic, vampires, and personal demons as Xavier, Thomas, and Catherine fight to find peace and love amidst the destruction.
The Vampire’s Angel
Damian Serbu © 2018
All Rights Reserved
Death to Tyrants
21 January 1793
Catherine headed toward the Saint-Laurent home, numb as usual, because much troubled her about the government, the revolution, and all that happened around her. But her heart’s sorrow dwarfed those concerns. Losing two brothers in one year had deflated her. She’d wandered into the street earlier that day only after her friend burst into her office and insisted that she come outside. She followed, though not surprised by the news and reluctant to witness whatever demonic plans the fiends had concocted for Louis. But she followed nonetheless.
The latest government had trumped up charges against Louis. Of all things, they accused the monarch of treason against his own country. Catherine thought it ludicrous. You could call him neglectful, aloof, stubborn, aristocratic, or absorbed in his power and blinded by his alleged divine calling. But Louis was not a traitor to France. Yet Paris buzzed with excitement because treason was a capital offense—they had to execute Louis.
The crowd propelled her toward the scene.
Louis stepped down from his carriage and shook off the guards as they attempted to remove his clothing, which he did himself. First the greatcoat and then his hat, shirt, and collar. He recoiled when the guards went to bind his hands, but finally acquiesced. He yielded his hands and took on the appearance of a commoner about to suffer public execution. There was a dignity, however, to the way Louis carried himself.
Louis stood beside the scaffolding, a crude construction built to hold the guillotine, upright and rigid as if at Versailles with a foreign diplomat. He fought to maintain decorum, even to the bitter end acting as king. Perhaps there was a bit of honor in the odd little man after all. Catherine remembered seeing him at official palace functions, long before the revolution, which she attended as her father’s escort. He had been haughty yet overwhelmed with the attention, and Catherine was struck more by his short, pudgy build than his rank. Today, after all the stress and turmoil, he overcame that awkwardness.
Even the boisterous crowd quieted at the event’s awe. Everyone gave full attention as Louis ascended the stairs toward death. The drums tapped for effect, beating the heartbeat of Paris as it pumped out a diseased political system.
When Louis reached the guillotine, he signaled for the drummers to stop, who obeyed, and he spoke to the crowd in a loud voice: “I forgive those who are guilty of my death, and I pray to God the blood you are about to shed may never be required of France. I only sanctioned upon compulsion the Civil Constitution of the Clergy—”
An officer broke in and ordered the drummers to continue, cutting Louis short. Catherine jumped when the bang of wooden drumsticks met canvas drumheads.
The men positioned Louis on the guillotine and let the blade fall, but it failed to severe his head. Perhaps because of his fat or a defect in the wicked machine, they had to lift the thing and do it again. It took a great effort to again slam the blade into his neck before the king’s head fell before the crowd. A hush fell over the throng as a young guard hoisted the head before them. There was a moment of silence before shouts of “Vive la Nation” and “Vive la République” filled the air. People ran forward with handkerchiefs and scarves in an attempt to get a drop of the royal blood as it dripped from the severed neck onto the crowd.
That was enough madness for Catherine. She shoved her way through the people. With effort, she got through the crowd and headed home.
Meet the Author
Damian Serbu lives in the Chicago area with his husband and two dogs, Akasha and Chewbacca. The dogs control his life, tell him what to write, and threaten to eat him in the middle of the night if he disobeys. He previously authored several novels now out of print, and is excited to reignite his writing with Ninestar Press!
Coming this fall, his latest vampire novel: The Vampire’s Protégé. Keep up to date with him on Facebook, Twitter, or at www.DamianSerbu.com.
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