Wherever Dax Knight sets foot, hell is bound to freeze over.
As a mercenary for the Order of the Senary, Dax departs for New England to assist his comrades in battling the vampire forces threatening to consume the Northeast. The last thing he expects to find is a gorgeous vampiress who surrenders to him entirely. Ensnared by her allure, their intense attraction ignites, and he discovers she isn’t what she seems.
Cindel Konstantinov has been on the run since she escaped her sire’s possession, trading one life of abuse and imprisonment for another. As her hope for freedom wanes, she encounters one of the infamous Knights, and his dangerous appeal is undeniable. After a life-altering moment of mercy, they careen down a path of secrets, lies, and a forbidden passion neither of them can resist. But when her past comes back to haunt them, they’ll have to face the consequences of their actions—and their desires.
Dax and Cindel will need each other more than ever as their world spirals into chaos. But are they strong enough to survive the oncoming storm?
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*Second Place Winner of The Paranormal Romance Guild’s 2019 Readers’ Choice Awards for Best Paranormal Romance and Best Paranormal Romance Series*
PRAISE FOR VL:
“…a page turning, thrilling stand-alone installment in L.D. Rose’s vampire brotherhood series! Readers will have no trouble becoming ensnared in the deliciously dark world of evil vampire sires and courageous hybrid knights…” – InD’Tale Magazine, Crowned Heart of Excellence
“This book is very powerful, dark, and held me from page one to the end. My only regret after reading this book was that I have to wait for the next one…this series is what paranormal romance should be in every way!” – The Paranormal Romance Guild
“. . . well-written, with plenty of action, steamy scenes and hardships for our main two characters. I would highly recommend this book!” – The Romance Reviews
The passion and love between Dax and Cindel are intense. You will ache and burn for them. They will leave you breathless. I devoured it and I’m already craving a reread. Out of this world! – BellaOrev Books
Vermilion Lies left me reeling and has ruined me for all other vampire themed books. If you’re looking for a super fast paced, gut punching novel, this is the one for you. – The Lampshade Reader
L.D. Rose has a gift for storytelling that brings fantasy to life with a gritty flare that is both dark and sinister and engaging and addictive. This is one of the most mesmerizing, adult paranormal series I have read in a while with characters that are vibrantly colored and real to the imagination! – Tome Tender Book Blog
An addictive, intense, dark, deeply sensual read filled with characters I fell in love with from the minute they walked onto the page. Freakin’ AH-MAZING! Dark paranormal romance at its best. – The Bookishmedialite
Dark, gritty, sweet and smexy and filled with character ~ the good, the bad and the ugly ~ that kept me turning the pages until the very end and has me wanting more. – Books N Wine
Vermilion Lies completely blew me away. The push-pull of temptation was absolutely delicious. Adrenaline just oozed from each page. If you’re searching for romantic suspense that amps up the heat and leaves you grasping to reality with the ends of your fingertips, you’re going to want to read this book AKA devour. – The Librarian’s Corner
This book was perfection! Dark, edgy, raw, engaging, compelling and addictive. – Lady Heather’s Reviews
Slipping his SIG into the back of his waistband and his switchblade in his back pocket, Dax quietly descended the stairs on bare feet. The sun was about to set and he wanted to be downstairs when the great jailer in the sky made its exit.
The leech remained tied to the chair at the corner of the kitchen, head propped against the wall. She sat still, lifeless, her heartbeat a slow, thready rhythm and her respirations just about absent. Her scent was faint, merely a trace in the air now that she was unconscious.
She was fast asleep. Good.
Dax opened the fridge and chose one of three Macintosh apples next to his blood supply. Then he rounded the table, taking a seat at the far end so he’d be the first thing she’d see on waking. He pulled the chair out and palmed his gun, but he stopped mid-motion when he took in her face.
Crimson trails smeared her cheeks from eyelids to chin, dribbles of it down her neck, splotches on her chest. The blood had dried into rust, leaving marks behind, tainted with mascara.
She’d been crying. All night, probably.
His breath deserted him. He’d never seen a vampire cry, never witnessed the bloody evidence of their emotions. Now here it was, right in front of him, and he didn’t want to believe it.
Keep your head straight. She’s manipulating you.
Setting the chair down, he sat and laid the gun on the table, eyes absorbing every detail of her face. She looked incredibly tragic, painfully beautiful. Her raven hair hung in tangles around her blood-marred face, her ivory skin dusted with salt, her body uncomfortably angled in order to rest her head. Guilt stabbed him like a blade to the belly, but he yanked it out and held in his guts.
He would not feel sympathy for her. He could not feel sympathy for her. The lure still festered in his brain, making him stupid.
She’s the enemy. You remember that.
Leaning back in his seat, he tried to make himself comfortable as he bit into the apple. He no longer had an appetite but he forced himself to chew and swallow anyway, silently berating himself for feeling anything for this leech. If he didn’t snap out of it, she would win, and God knew what that meant.
The monster in him sensed the last of the sun’s rays descend into darkness. The visceral tug left as quickly as it came, barely giving him pause as he sank his teeth into the fruit again. As if on cue, her long, clumped lashes fluttered against her high cheekbones like butterflies with broken wings, hardly opening as she shifted her weight. She grimaced, somehow making the expression look lovely as she lifted her head with what seemed like immense effort.
When she finally straightened, her eyes split open as he tore off another piece of the apple’s flesh.
They stared at each other across the dining table for an eternity, the only sounds the crushing of fruit between his jaws and her vitals amplifying in his ears. The tension was electric, charged with lust and misgivings. Rogue strands of her hair fell over her face as she watched him with those black diamond eyes, framed with desperation and misery.
Few men could resist the sight of a pretty girl crying.
Even if she was crying blood.
She broke the silence first, her voice silken, low, a seduction in the growing dark. “What does it taste like?”
He’d ceased chewing. And he wasn’t breathing again.
Snap out of it, Dax. Stop thinking with your dick.
Forcing himself to inhale deeply, he filled his lungs then exhaled in a smooth, slow stream through his nostrils. He tried to ignore her scent, but it had intensified upon her waking, stroking his senses.
“Sour,” he replied. “Sweet.”
“Sweet,” she repeated, her eyes settling on his mouth. He wasn’t any better, staring blatantly at hers. The tips of her pearly white fangs flashed every time she spoke, and God, he was supposed to be disgusted, but he was far from it.