Enjoy the NEW VERSIONS of Vampire Masters of Italy Books 1 & 2
/Hey lovely readers!
We have really exciting news to share about the Vampire Masters of Italy series!
I originally wrote the first two books of this series in the third-person POV, but I've known for some time that I wanted to shift the story into a first-person POV, he-said / she-said experience for my readers. There is something so intimate about enjoying the story from each character’s perspective—to know their thoughts as the story unfolds.
I’ve been working on the re-writes for both books, and guess what?! They are ready for you to enjoy!
The NEW versions are now published on Amazon, KU, and paperback. If you previously downloaded these ebooks, you can easily receive an updated version.
Click here for instructions from Amazon on how to update your ebook.
It will be worthwhile to read them again for a completely different experience! 🔥 We really hope you enjoy the story from Ariana, Quinn, and Lucca's perspective! Thanks for reading!
xo Ava
*Revised!* Dark Master’s Kiss: Vampire Masters of Italy # 1
Excerpt from Chapter 6 - Truth
Made of wrought-iron and glass, the Glass Bar is like a haven in the sky as we walk upon glass that looks down on mid-air. It is beautifully disorienting; I feel Ariana’s pulse speed with delight as we pass the main art déco glass bar and head up yet another set of glass stairs to a further lounge above.
Made of wrought-iron and glass like the level below, this upper floor is accented by potted palms and walls of orchids of my selection. Private royal blue padded booths are shrouded in greenery here; as I gesture to a booth reserved for me as Hotel Head, unclipping a blue velvet rope, Ariana slides into the curved blue silk bench.
I’m not thinking straight as I watch that movement—wanting her to move like that in my bed as we heave together all night. As a bartender in a smart black vest and tie rushes up, one of my Vampires named Julio, I’m not thinking about my usual, more refined drink orders. I ask for a dirty martini—the drink I get when I’m going to fuck long and hard all night. The man blinks at me, knowing what that drink means; I cover my lapse in judgement by raising my eyebrows at Ariana.
“Boulevardier, please.” She says to Julio, and he nods with a quick smile—though the look he gives me could core diamonds. I don’t fuck guests, and Ariana is our guest—and my Vampires know that. As Julio leaves us, I slide in to the bench opposite Ariana.
Though I want nothing more than to slide in next to her and lay her down on that padded bench as we’re suddenly very alone in our heady sky-nook.
