“How many times was your heart-broken?” She asked.
She laughed and took a step forward. “Twice? That’s very few.” Then a solemn expression straightened her smile. “Some men pay women to … I cannot say it.”
“I’ve never done that. I’ve never wanted that. I have been searching for my home.”
“You have no house?” Now she was teasing him.
“I have a fine house, but my bed is empty.”
“You do not sleep there?”
“It seems that recently I am always traveling, so no. I would travel less, if someone was waiting there for me.”
The merriment in her eyes brought the smallest smile to her lips. He found it odd and amazing, that he could sense her feelings.
“I travel all the time. Why not just take your wife with you?”
“As long as it was not dangerous, I would.”
Saraina took a step closer. He closed the distance. She leaned up to him and he leaned down. A small space between them remained.
“Răzvan, I don’t know how to kiss,” she whispered.
He pressed his lips tenderly against hers. When he felt her doing the same, he embraced her fully against him. Feeling her arms reach around him was heaven. Răzvan was home, and he knew it. This was his Dragă.”
They didn’t move out of that kiss for the longest time. That is the magic of dreams. Snow fluttered around them but she never felt the cold. The night was fading and Răzvan noticed that sunrise would dissipate the dream soon and felt sad. He had to keep her. He’d do anything to keep her.
Moving even slightly away from her hurt him. “Saraina, remember me and this dream.”
A smile. A spark of love in the eyes. A kiss. Part a historical romance/part contemporary paranormal romance, The Vampire with a Blanket of Stars is available at Amazon Print and Kindle. https://www.amazon.com/Vampire-Blanket-Stars-Arnhem-Knights/dp/1796926760
Arnhem Knights of New York, Book 3
Night fell with the snow. Vampire Prince Răzvan stood at a crossroads in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania. On that cold wintry night in 1938, something unseen spoke to his heart, and he led his companions into the forest. A flash of silver in the dark! A whisper to his heart so soft it ached! Then he saw the gypsy encampment in the deep woods and knew they would take refuge there for the rest of the night. At first, she hid behind the others. But when she peeked out, his heart was lost gazing into the exotic blue eyes of the raven-haired beauty. He felt the excitement rushing through her blood like wine, making her reckless and wild. She should have been afraid of him. His dark visions of the future should have terrified her. Still, she remained spellbound by his gaze and would not turn away. While the others slept, two hearts stood in the snow hidden behind a tree, watched by the stars. But it would not stay night forever.