The One Man She Can’t Trust
Two hundred years have passed since Anna Randal gave herself to Conde Cezar in a night of relentless passion. Since then, Anna has become filled with unearthly power she can’t begin to comprehend. And the sexy, charming vampire responsible has eluded all of her efforts to track him down, until now…
Is The Only One
Cezar’s blissful encounter with Anna cost him two centuries of penance. But one thing hasn’t changed—his body’s response to her is as urgent as ever. Now, commanded by the Oracles to keep watch over Anna, Cezar finds himself torn between his need to protect her—and to possess her…
Who Can Keep Her Safe
Someone wants Anna dead. And as an ancient enemy prepares to wage a terrifying battle, Anna must decide whether to succumb to a dark, burning desire—and accept a destiny that could change the world forever…
Praise for Alexandra Ivy’s Embrace The Darkness…
“Ivy creates such vivid and complex characters, their emotional struggles feel real even though their exploits are supernatural. A true gift to the genre!”
“Delivers plenty of atmosphere and hot-blooded seduction.”
“A darkly erotic adventure with a vampire hero who can bite me anytime! Readers will adore Cezar's deliciously romantic craving for feisty, idealistic Anna Randal." --
New York Times bestselling author Angela Knight
The ballroom was a startling blaze of color. In the flickering
candlelight the satin-and-silk-draped maidens twirled in
the arms of dashing gentlemen, the brilliant flare of their
jewels making a rainbow of shimmering fireworks that was
reflected in the mirrors that were set in the walls.
The elegant pageantry was near breathtaking, but it was
not the passing spectacle that caught and held the attention
of the numerous guests.
That honor belonged solely to Conde Cezar.
With the amused arrogance that belonged solely to the
aristocracy, he moved through the crowd, needing only a lift
of his slender hand to have them parting like the Red Sea to
clear him a path, or a glance from his smoldering black eyes
to send the ladies (and a few gentlemen) into a fluttering
frenzy of excitement.
Much to her annoyance, Miss Anna Randal did her own
share of fluttering as she caught sight of that faintly golden,
exquisitely chiseled profile. Stupid, really, since gentlemen
such as the Conde would never lower themselves to take
notice of a poor, insignificant maiden who spent her evenings
in one dark corner or another.
Such gentlemen did, however, take notice of beautiful,
enticing young maidens who would boldly encourage the
most hardened reprobate.
Which was the only reason that Anna forced herself to follow
in the wake of his lean, elegant form as he left the ballroom and
made his way up the sweeping staircase. Being a poor relation
meant that she was forced to take on whatever unpleasant task
happened to crop up, and on this evening, her unpleasant
task included keeping a close eye upon her cousin Morgana,
who was clearly fascinated by gentlemen such as the dangerous
A fascination that might very well end in scandal for the
Hurrying to keep the slender male form in sight, Anna impatiently
hiked up the cheap muslin of her gown. As she had
expected he turned at the top of the stairs and made his way
down the corridor that led to the private chambers. Such a
rake would never attend something as tedious as a ball without
having a nefarious assignation arranged beforehand.
All she need do was ensure that Morgana was not the beneficiary
of that nefarious part and Anna could return to her
dark corner in the ballroom and watch the other maidens
enjoy their evening.
Grimacing at the thought, Anna paused as her quarry
slipped through a door and disappeared.
Damnation. Now what? Although she had seen nothing of
Morgana, that was no assurance that she was not already
hidden in the room awaiting the Conde’s arrival.
Cursing her vain, self-centered cousin, who considered
nothing beyond her own pleasures, Anna moved forward and
carefully pushed open the heavy door. She would just take a
quick peek and then . . .
A scream was wrenched from her throat as slender fingers
grasped her wrist in a cold, brutal grip, jerking her into
the dark room and slamming the door behind her.