A Vampire's Soft Embrace: A Paranormal Romance (Blood Rose Time Travel Novella Series Book 1)

by Caris Roane

  A VAMPIRE’S SOFT EMBRACE, A Paranormal Romance

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

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  Dear Reader

  A VAMPIRE’S SOFT EMBRACE

  A VAMPIRE’S SOFT EMBRACE

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  A Note from Caris

  Coming Up Next

  About the Author

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  Chapter Three – BLOOD FLAME

  Copyright

  A VAMPIRE’S SOFT EMBRACE, A Paranormal Romance, Novella #1 of the Blood Rose Time Travel Series

  By Caris Roane

  Copyright © 2017 Twin Bridges Creations LLC

  All rights reserved. No part of this e-book may be reproduced in whole or in part, scanned, photocopied, recorded, distributed in any electronic form, or reproduced in any manner whatsoever or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or hereafter invented, without express written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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  Dear Reader

  Welcome to the first Novella of the Blood Rose Time Travel Series. A VAMPIRE’S SOFT EMBRACE introduces the world of Time Travel to the land of the Nine Realms. I had so many requests not to end the Blood Rose Series with the final installment, EMBRACE THE POWER, that I decided to press on. But I also wanted something special to bring to the series, and it occurred to me that it would be a lot of fun to add Time Travel into the mix! This series will have a mix of full-length novels and novellas. It was happenstance that the first installment was a novella.

  So welcome to, the Blood Rose Time Travel Series!

  Here’s a brief look at the story:

  She’s loved the vampire desperately for five long years, but guilt has kept his heart locked away…

  Will Devyn be able to overcome his guilt and be with Emily at long last…

  Devyn’s heart pounds for Emily. But he’s determined to keep her at arm’s length. From the time she first kissed him in the Broylbury coffee shop, Emily has been the one. But she’d also been engaged to his brother Kyle. Because of his guilt over Kyle’s death, Devyn can’t be with Emily. He doesn’t deserve her. When he discovers she’s a blood rose, when he craves her, when her wildflower blood calls to him, how can he stay away? Especially when an evil mastyr vampire arrives ready to do whatever he can to bond with her?

  Will Emily break through Devyn’s guilt, or will she be forced to bond with a vampire not of her own choosing in order to survive…

  Emily’s heart aches with longing. Devyn is the one. Though she was engaged to his brother, Kyle, somehow Devyn reached into her soul and grabbed on hard. When she learns she’s a blood rose and must take a vampire mate, she tries desperately to reach Devyn. But his guilt won’t let him love Emily in return. She must pick another. But how can she leave behind the man who completely stole her heart five long years ago?

  A VAMPIRE’S SOFT EMBRACE, A Paranormal Romance is a passionate, tender, standalone romance set in the Blood Rose Time Travel series and the world of the Nine Realms.

  I hope you’ve enjoyed the Blood Rose Series! I’ve loved living in this world of vampires, fae, shifter wolves, trolls, elves, and forest gremlins.

  And now, have a Wonderful Day and an Even Better Night!

  Live the fang!

  Caris Roane

  March, 2017

  A VAMPIRE’S SOFT EMBRACE

  A Paranormal Romance

  Novella #1 of the Blood Rose Time Travel Series

  By

  Caris Roane

  A VAMPIRE’S SOFT EMBRACE

  The Blood Rose Time Travel Series ~ Novella 1

  A Paranormal Romance

  By Caris Roane

  Chapter One

  The man held her heart in his hand.

  He had for the past five years.

  Did he even have the smallest clue?

  Emily Hargraves stood in the dark alley across the street from the Wild Boar, staring at Devyn. She’d known him just shy of five years. She supposed she’d loved him that long as well.

  She’d asked – okay, begged – to meet him here tonight, after his shift. He belonged to the Tannisford Vampire Guard. Both he and his twin brother, Kyle, had joined the force about the same time several decades ago.

  Kyle had died a year ago and Emily had been engaged to him the seven months before his death. She’d dated Kyle for years before he asked her to marry him. For the most part, they’d been living together though she’d kept her home here in Millerell.

  Yet the entire time she’d been with Kyle, Devyn had been the one.

  She also suspected he felt the same way, though he barely spoke to her anymore, not since Kyle’s death. The few times she’d been in the same room with him, however, she’d catch him staring at her. She knew he wasn’t indifferent because she could always detect a scent from him, something like lemon and oak leaves and very Devyn, whenever he was around her.

  Devyn.

  Sweet Goddess, she ached for him and not just in her body. Her soul throbbed with so much longing, she was sure she glowed different shades of moonlight the second she drew near him.

  As she thought about crossing the cobbled street, her heart pounded. Was it possible she was mistaken about him, about what she believed he felt for her?

  When doubts about what she wanted to do flooded her, she wondered if she should go into the past and see Devyn’s reactions for herself, to see if he really did have feelings for her. It would be a breach of protocol since she’d be using the time-path for her own personal reasons. But she was sorely tempted.

  For the past two years, Vojalie, one of the most gifted and powerful fae in the Nine Realms, had been teaching her how to travel back in time. But her instruction also included specific parameters for making use of the time-path, like hunting for clues to crimes or antidotes for poisons or some other form of information gathering.

  Using the time-path was not encouraged for the purpose of finding out if a specific man, in this case a very powerful vampire, was in love with you.

  Yet right now, Emily had to know. If she was mistaken, the last thing she should do was cross the street and confront Devyn about his repressed feelings for her.

  So, going back in time it was.

  She straightened her shoulders and accessed her time-pathing frequency, something only a handful of fae women in the Nine Realms could do. The sensation was like nothing else in her world and began at her shoulders, she supposed where one carried the weight of the world as a sensitive fae woman.

  A tingling began, soft at first then growing in strength until her entire ches
t buzzed with energy. By training, she focused first on Devyn, then constructed a time-map.

  Vojalie said each time-pathing fae found her own method of managing the function of moving through time. Emily had a mental map she used to create the sought-after past moment.

  In this case, she brought forward the images from the first time she ever met Devyn. It had been snowing so she placed the image of it in the center of her map. Off to one side, she invoked the image of the coffee shop where she’d first met him. Off to the other, how she remembered Devyn himself. He’d worn a navy wool coat over his Guardsman leather, sleeveless duster. He had snowflakes on his shoulders and in his blond hair. He’d stood by the counter waiting for his coffee order. She’d met Devyn in the month of January, in this same coffee shop. She’d arranged to meet Kyle there, a third exciting date, but hadn’t known Devyn had been invited as well, ostensibly to meet her. Kyle thought it was great fun to trick them both.

  So, it was winter and January and early evening, before the men took off for their Guard shift. She remembered what happened exactly, as though it was yesterday and not five years ago.

  With her time-pathing frequency vibrating strongly, she slipped into the continuum, also called the time-path.

  Though she still stood on the streets of Millerell, across from the Wild Boar, the moment she moved into the continuum, the street became locked in the present. It was one of the strange miracles of what she could do. She could now travel in time, but when she returned, her ‘present’ would be the moment she’d just left. It was the best gift of time travel.

  The down side was a peculiar after effect which occurred during a prolonged stay. If she was in the continuum for longer than ten minutes, once she returned, she would experience a terrible phenomenon her teacher called time-lethargy. She’d only done it once and the lesson had been frightening. She hadn’t been in any real danger because she’d returned to Vojalie during a training session. However, the complete fatigue that had settled over her, in any other circumstance, could have made her vulnerable to attack or abduction.

  She hadn’t been able to move a muscle. Literally.

  Right now, though, she wasn’t concerned about overstaying this particular journey in the time-path. She knew where she was going and what she needed to accomplish.

  Focusing on the event, the person and the season, she found herself exactly where she wanted to be.

  Normally, she would leave the continuum and actually step into the past where she would be safe from falling victim to time-lethargy. But because she was a participant in the event she wanted to witness, she couldn’t actually enter the past at this point. Her two selves couldn’t be in such close proximity and the time-path itself wouldn’t let her leave the continuum. No one knew exactly what would happen, but the time-path created its own rules.

  She therefore remained within the continuum, which was good enough for her purposes. She would be able to observe Devyn’s reactions to an experience that had haunted Emily for years now.

  The coffee shop in Boylbury was exactly as she remembered it that night, a warm sanctuary during a cold January. The village was small but charming with cobbled, narrow streets and a number of shops run by local inhabitants. Devyn owned and lived in a farmhouse nearby he’d remodeled himself. She’d been there a few times with Kyle.

  At the time, however, she hadn’t known anything except that Kyle wanted to meet up at the Boylbury coffee shop to have some pie before heading out for a night of battle. So, when she’d gone in, she’d seen a tall, blond-haired Guardsman towering over the elven coffee house owner. He’d just come in, too, because he still had snowflakes on his coat.

  Within the time-path, she saw him as though slightly blurred. Yet, even now, as she looked at him, she wouldn’t have known it was Devyn. He looked just like Kyle. Because both men were Guardsmen, each had the muscular grace of the fighting man. He stood with shoulders back, head high, his body strong. Kyle had the same stance.

  She heard the jangling of the bells on the door and turned within the time-path to watch herself enter the shop. She smiled when her past self caught sight of ‘Kyle’ and gave a squeal. She’d only been on three dates with him, but already they’d been having a lot of fun. Kyle had been so charming and full of an irresistible devilment.

  Through the continuum, she watched herself hurry past several turnstiles of cards, coffee beans, and music CDs trying to get to the counter. Several customers milled about waiting for coffee orders as well. The moment Devyn turned toward her, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

  From the safety of her blurred view of the past, she watched and waited. She remembered the kiss going on for several seconds. She recalled how different Devyn had tasted even then and how sensual the kiss became, and how tender his embrace had been, very much unlike Kyle. She remembered even then Devyn had a sexy scent, all lemony and oak-like. She’d quickly become aroused and almost begged him to take her somewhere.

  At that point in her relationship with Kyle, she hadn’t been to bed with him yet. But if Devyn had asked her right then, she would have gone with him without the slightest hesitation.

  That’s what she remembered.

  But what had Devyn felt?

  He slowly drew back and pushed her away. He looked remorseful. “Sorry. You must be Emily and you also must be mistaking me for my brother, for Kyle. I’m Devyn.”

  She could recall the terrible, cold sensation of pulling away from him, of feeling like that withdrawal from his arms was the biggest mistake of her life. She’d known even then she was losing something of inestimable value.

  The bells jangled again. From within the time-path, she watched Kyle arrive.

  Emily recalled that in her dismay, she had run to Kyle and thrown herself on his chest. She pretended to laugh, but she didn’t want him to see her distress.

  She watched herself for a moment, remembering the pain even back then. Yet she wasn’t there to relive that part of the memory. Within the time-path, she shifted back to Devyn.

  And there it was, a look of stunned horror as he watched Kyle hugging her and kissing the top of her head. Devyn stared at her then at Kyle, his heart in his eyes. Emily saw the depth of his regret. His lips remained parted and for a long time he didn’t look away.

  He must have heard his coffee order called up because he turned toward the counter. The elven female waiting on him reached out and grabbed his arm. “Are you okay, Mastyr Devyn?”

  He’d caught himself on the side of the counter and kept himself from losing his balance. He’d laughed, pretending as she had, that something amusing was happening.

  But Emily knew the truth and tears burned her eyes. What had happened between herself and Devyn during that kiss had been completely and fully mutual.

  Emily drew a deep breath. She hadn’t been mistaken, now or then.

  Over the next four years, as she dated Kyle then shared living spaces with him, there had been a series of incidences with Devyn. She time-pathed to the one that stood out in her mind.

  The second year she’d been with Kyle, Devyn had given her a Christmas present that had meant the world to her. Kyle had thought the silver bucket of pink silk roses absurd and had teased her about it. But the bucket had been a reference to a book she’d read that had moved her. She’d told Devyn about it in passing. Devyn had read the book then given her the roses.

  After Kyle had taunted her, Devyn had left the room, then the house. She followed him now, in the time-path. She watched him as he walked home. His jaw worked several times. He rubbed his palms over his eyes.

  She hadn’t seen him for a couple of months after that. Even Kyle thought he was making up excuses not to see her, though he had no idea what she might have done to offend his brother.

  She now had the answer she needed and left the time-path. She returned to the present, to her place in the alley across the street from the Wild Boar.

  She didn’t cross to Devyn immediately. Because she’d been with
in the continuum for several minutes, she experienced some dizziness, a precursor to time-lethargy. A familiar and lovely troll approached him, a barmaid at the Wild Boar. She chatted with him for a minute then levitated in a swift, friendly leap to kiss Devyn on the cheek. Trolls were short and vampire Guardsmen tall.

  Emily heard his deep voice. “You’re good people, Wanda.”

  “Back atcha, Mastyr. Well, I’m going in. Those beers won’t pour themselves and Rachel hates it when I’m late.” Rachel owned the bar.

  She felt in her bones Wanda’s exit was her cue.

  She emerged from the shadows of the alley, walking briskly as though having just turned the corner. Traffic was light as she crossed the street. No cars in sight though in the distance she could hear the rumble of several motorcycles. Bikers hung out at the Wild Boar. “Hey, Dev. I’m here.”

  Devyn turned her direction, but he wasn’t smiling. If anything, his expression grew more somber still.

  Her heart jackhammered now and she put her hand to her throat. She forced herself to breathe, but it wasn’t easy. She felt as though her entire life had been building to this moment.

  As she gathered her forces, she had to overlook his almost dark expression. He hadn’t wanted to see her. For the past year, since Kyle’s death, he’d been avoiding her at every turn.

  She’d finally forced the issue and demanded a conversation with him. She thought the Wild Boar a good place given its casual nature, neutral territory for a talk.

  For a moment, as she drew close, however, she forgot everything she’d come to say. Instead, all she saw was him, the lines of his strained brow, his gorgeous brown eyes, his wavy blond hair that flowed away from his face. He wore it long like all Guardsmen and drawn back in a woven clasp for battle. In the shadows of the night, his eyes looked almost black. Over the years, she’d seen them in other kinds of light as well. In the early evening, the color appeared like amber and brown combined.