Death
in the Family
Sophie
Morgan Vampire Series
Book
2
Helen
Treharne
Genre:
Urban Fantasy/Supernatural
Date
of Publication: February 14, 2015
ISBN-13:
978-1507708958
ISBN-10:
1507708955
ASIN:
B00SQ1I1TC
Number
of pages: 283
Word
Count: 81,770
Cover
Artist: Mannish
Book
Description:
Things
are on the up for Sophie Morgan.
She
fended off vampires on a holiday to Antwerp, escaped them on her
return in Coventry, stabbed her neighbor and is slowly rebuilding her
life in her hometown of Bethel. Running the family property business
may not be lucrative but she’s happy. Since returning to Wales, she
has only had to kill one vampire and thanks to the linoleum on her
kitchen floor, even that was an easy clean up.
Then
a mixed blessing arrives in the form of Mickey Kelly, the barman she
had a brief flirtation with in Antwerp. After being missing for
months, he arrives on her doorstep one rainy night. His brother has
been murdered and vampires are coming for her. Little do the pair
know that Sophie’s estranged father is among their numbers. He’s
coming for his daughter… and he’s not the only one.
Death
in the Family is the long awaited sequel to Relative Strangers, with
some familiar faces as well as some new ones.
Will
Charles Ferrers, Sophie’s former adversary, pursue her to South
Wales and if so, to what end? Who is the mysterious man following
her? Will Sophie and Mickey finally consummate their relationship and
where will it lead them? Or will there be more than one new man in
her life?
Find
out how our practical, resilient, if not slightly insecure, Sophie
deals with a whole new range of challenges in the second in the
‘Sophie Morgan vampire series’. This time she has bigger problems
than vampires to deal with. This time she has family visiting.
Death
in the Family is the second Sophie Morgan vampire book and will be
available from Amazon from 14th February – the perfect valentine
gift for the vampire slayer in your life!
Excerpt
1
Onan Sadik marched through the corridors of the Istanbul headquarters of Alexander Industries. He had built a successful career there over the century, initially as a human, then as a vampire once he had shown his true worth. Joining the company had been a significant gamble. If it hadn't worked out, he would most certainly be dead, or confined forever to a low-level role with no prospects and low pay. Members of his family had worked for the corporation for centuries. He knew what he was getting into and it had been worth it. He had been fifteen and on the streets when he had been picked up for food. Twenty years of feeding vampires in return for shelter, an education and eventually wealth had all paid off. He had worked his way up to Senior Vice President, a position he had held for fifteen years, dispatching his duties with an expertise and commitment with which few could compete.
Sadik
had a seat at the big table with the president of the corporation,
the one person with direct access to Alexander, head of the family.
He had not been seen in public for centuries although all those
descended from him felt his presence when they visited the country
estate in Ephesus. Few were called, but those who had risen within
the ranks of the family were invited to visit occasionally. It was
there that this terrible business had started. His opposite number,
Vice President Oskam, had admittedly been serving as a senior
official and advisor to the family for much longer than Sadik,
generations in fact, but that clearly did not guarantee his continued
loyalty.
Oskam
had made a bid for power, framing Sadik for the theft of a number of
exhibits in Alexander's extensive private collection of historic
artefacts. Sadik was considerably quicker witted and influential than
Oskam had given him credit for. The plot was quickly revealed and
Oskam executed. Regrettably, the old fool had made inadequate
arrangements for protecting the booty and the items had been stolen
from his home while he was being thoroughly interrogated.
Although
regrettable, the events had shone a spotlight on Sadik, highlighting
to others that he was not to be messed with. People quaked a little
as he marched passed them. Eyes were averted. Subordinates appeared
to work a little harder than before, even those that were vampires.
Security
opened the doors to the meeting room and he entered. "The
president has been expecting you,” the broader of the two guards
said.
Adara
Constantinou stood, arms folded, looking out of the glazed wall to
the streets of Istanbul's business district. She was a formidable
force of nature; a keen-eyed, hard-headed vampire who liked to feed
on the failures of her business enemies as much as she did on young,
fresh prey. She was level-headed, cool, and sharp as a knife. Her
olive skin, strong limbs and dark, wavy hair, gave her the appearance
of a healthy, athletic woman in her forties. Her nails were short and
neat, her hazel eyes bright. The pale grey suit had a sheen that
amplified her colouring and the dazzling whiteness of the shirt
beneath it.
"They
seem so small," she said.
"Yes,
Adara. We were all that small once."
Excerpt
2
Julie
was beautiful in her sadness. The faint lines, that had started to
form around her eyes, reminded him of the laughter he had missed, the
private jokes which they should have shared over the years. Her red
hair was still fiery but had mellowed to the colour of ancient amber,
the freckles on her arms blended from summers in the sun so that her
pale skin now had a healthier complexion.
A
hunger surged inside him. He ran his fingers through his hair and
tugged at it. Julie was a matter of moments away. All he had to do
was call her name, knock on the window, rip off the door and announce
himself to her, take her in his arms, slip his tongue around hers,
press his teeth into her flesh, own her, be with her, climb into her
and walk around in her flesh, in her heart, in her soul till they
both descended into rapturous madness.
In
the flood of hitherto suppressed emotion that washed over him, Kasper
forgot himself for a second and lost himself in Julie. In that
moment, he was with her, stood next to her, cradling her in his arms
as a father, a lover, a son. He wanted to be everything to her, to
show her the world.
He
didn't hear the footsteps that quietly crept up from behind him,
cushioned by the damp grass and soft soles. Nor did he hear the
rustle of coat sleeves as the arm swung back and launched the tyre
iron at his skull. The swift thud of metal against flesh was barely
audible, as was the gentle plod of footsteps making away with his
limp body across the lawn.
About
the Author:
In
addition to being the creator of the developing “Sophie Morgan"
series, Helen is an urban poet and social commentator who can
frequently be found ranting in the Twitterverse. She knew the degree
in Sociology would come in handy some day!
Helen
lives in South Wales with her husband, three cats, an entrenched tea
addiction and an increasing collection of stringed instruments. When
she’s not writing she spends her time daytime hours working in
communications and PR and volunteers for a feline welfare charity.
She also runs a very popular book blog.
Given
she has far too little downtime, she spends far too much of it
watching Supernatural and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
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