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Vampires of the Black Oak: Books 1 – 3: Three Slow-Burn Paranormal Romances in One Collection

Meet the vampires of the Black Oak: a powerful order of modern-day warrior fighting evil to protect the ones they love.
Three vampire romances now together in this third installment in the Order of the Black Oak – Collection

“… a natural master of the slow-burn…”

Book 1: A VAMPIRE’S SPELL: A Witch-Vampire Slow-Burn Paranormal Romance

A guilt-ridden legacy vampire teams with a powerful witch to protect their city from a crazed scientist seeking immortality.

Book 2: A VAMPIRE’S SIN: An Enemies to Lovers Slow-Burn Paranormal Romance

An immortal Montreal vampire teams with an ambitious real estate tycoon to rescue her kid sister from a child-trafficking ring run by a pack of daemons.

Book 3:  A VAMPIRE’S SOUL: A Friends to Lovers Slow-Burn Paranormal Romance

When a female vampire teams up with a faithful immortal friend to escape a vicious hunter set to kill her, the centuries-old friendship turns into so much more than she’d anticipated.

★★★★★ Fantastic series of action, magic and awesome romance. You will fall in love with the characters and feel you are right with them.

“Marie-Claude has such a marvelous way of making the characters come to life and put the reader smack in the middle sharing it all. These books are binge worthy”. ~ Goodreads Reviewer

HIS POV – A VAMPIRE’S SPELL
Valerian lifted a hand and curled his finger to motion Maisie to him again. Was he compelling her? Swallowed by his need, he couldn’t really tell. 

But what mattered was that she had now fallen deep into his gaze. 

And, as if ignoring everything around her except for him—like in a trance—she took a few steps in his direction. Her black hair fell gracefully on her shoulders all the way to her bare midriff. Her lips were parted. Her eyes, heavily lined, were fixed on him.

And she was all his now.

 

 HER POV – A VAMPIRE’S SIN
“Mag.” She couldn’t help herself but be apprehensive of the lust taking over her. “Is this sensible?”

He drew back and shot her that smile that always drove her senseless.  “I’ll stop if you want to stop.”

The deep frequency of his voice sent scorching heat straight through the center of her chest and she struggled to think.

What the heck. There were so many reasons why she shouldn’t be doing this. So many rational reasons. She was exhausted, her sister waiting for her outside. And him, good grief, an immortal man she barely knew.

 But that man, in her arms, was also the one reason why this was what she wanted most of all in this very moment.

“No,” she replied in a heated moan. “I don’t want to stop.”

 

HER POV – A VAMPIRE’S SOUL
. “Justin.” Suddenly swallowed whole by her emotions, she bit her bottom lip. “What would have happened to us if you had asked me to dance that night?”

“Instead of Valerian?”

“Yes,” she rasped, her voice tainted with mixed feelings.

“I don’t know.” His gaze remained impenetrable. 

She knew they bonded but she couldn’t read him. A rush of complex impressions invaded her heart. Had she wished for him to declare some undeniable love for her?

He hadn’t. 

And right there, for some crazy reason— stranded in this house, with a possible assassin after her—she wanted him to say that he had feelings for her. 

Wanted him to fall in love with her. 

She found herself with no choice. She would have to make it happen. She knew she had to focus on her redemption, but this—Justin and her— it had to be. In fact, it already was.

She just had to show him

 

INTERVIEW WITH A VAMPIRE – Valerian St-Amand
“So Valerian, tell me more about this witch you met this summer.” I watch him one cold December afternoon, sitting in a booth at the back the Serpent Maudit, his brother’s nightclub in Old-Montreal.

The immortal invited me here for the interview, so I don’t see the cursed vampires he has hidden in the crypt of his sanctuary while they learn to contain their extreme blood hunger so that they can function in the human world without hurting anyone.

Val shoots me a dark look. I see deep emotions raging in his gaze, quickly repressed.

He still wears his heavy outdoor wool-coat, the dark curls of his hair brushing the fox fur collar. Every one of his movement is measured, from the way he levels his chin to look at me casually, to the calm touch that lay on his dog, a hefty chocolate Labrador sleeping with his head on his master’s lap, the animal’s body stretched on the leather bench next to Valerian.

“Maisie Thibodeau,” he finally says, his voice hoarse.

“She’s a real witch?” I ask.

“Of the Coven of the White Holly. In the small town of Berwick Falls in Maine.”

“Your brother Magnovald said you were taken by her,” I pointed. “The first time you saw her.”

Valerian nodded then shrugged. “Maybe. But what does it matter?”

“She’s coming here, to Montreal.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“So, what will you do about that?”

“About her?” He let out a slow breath, his full lips a thin line. “Nothing. She’ll be here for Emmeline.”

“You’re ex-girlfriend?”

“The thorn in my side,” he said, lazily leaning back in his leather bench.

“You don’t love Emmeline anymore.”

He shakes his head, mixed emotions warring on his forehead. “I did once, I think. Over three hundred years ago, now.”

“But you don’t anymore.”

“She lost her soul. My fault.”

“You wanted her to be immortal, like you.”

“Yep.” He stretches his arm wider, pinning me under a smoldering gaze.

His intensity hits me full force, but I persist. I want to know. “So you did love her.”

“Look, Madame l’Auteur,” he shoots at me, as he leaned forcefully forward into the table between us. “Yes, I loved Emme, or at least I thought I did. I was eighteen. I turned her. And then she turned thousands. Vampires. There’s no stopping them. One mistake. And I now have to fix it.”

“For eternity,” I say. “You’ve been atoning for that one mistake for centuries.”

“I have.” He huffs and pats his dog’s flank with a calm and steady hand. The strong fingers dig into the deep brown fur while his dog raises trusty chocolate eyes at him.

“And what about Maisie Thibodeau?”

“I don’t know.” His gaze turns troubled. “I saw her only that one time at the parley between the Warlocks of the Black Oak, the Elders of the White Holly and us, Mont-Royal Immortals. She was on the fringe of the forest’s clearing, with the other witches.”

“You didn’t talk to her?”

“No. Just saw her. Couldn’t take my eyes of her. It’s like there was this strange connection between us. Seigneur! That flimsy summer dress she wore didn’t help either.”

“And now she’s coming here?”

“Yes. Diesel Stanford of the Warlocks wants Maisie to watch over Emme. To make sure she won’t hurt anyone. I have no choice. I don’t want an all-out war between the warlocks, the witches and the vampires.”

“So where does that leave you with Maisie?”

“There is no ‘with her’ happening. I’m not having another relationship. Too risky. And, she’s mortal.”

“I see. So how will you cope with her living at the Sanctuaire? Both of you under the same roof?”

“No idea.” He sneers. “I guess we’ll find out.”

“This is a truly beautiful collection of vampire books.” ~ Bookbub Reviewer

 

“…well written, and I didn’t want to put it down.” ~ Barnes and Noble Reviewer

“A captivating, thrilling, magical collection of beautifully written slow burn romance stories.” ~ Goodreads Reviewer