About
the Book
Title:
Golden Dawn
Author:
Aldrea Alien
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
Family
and blood.
After
1100 years, these simple words mean everything to Herald. His life
has been ruled by keeping his siblings safe, keeping them from
becoming prey whilst feeding on the weaker. His failures have been
many and measured by those he has lost. People like his twin brother.
There
has always been another enemy.
Just
who the enemy is comes into question when Herald meets the dangerous,
angelic creature he is to guard. Wondering where his true loyalties
lie is a dangerous thought. No matter whether he chooses family over
the heart, it will mean death.
Only
the right choice will ensure the life taken is not his.
Author
Bio
Born
and raised in New Zealand, Aldrea Alien lives on a small farm with
her family, including a menagerie of animals, most of which are
convinced they're just as human as the next person. Especially the
cats.
She
discovered a love of crafting other worlds at the age of twelve when
she first conceived the idea of The
Rogue King.
Since that that fateful day, she hasn't found an ounce of peace from
the characters plaguing her mind, all of them clamouring for her to
tell their story first.
It's
a lot of people for one head.
Links
Website:
http://www.aldreaalien.com/
Facebook:
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Twitter: http://twitter.com/aldreaalien
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Excerpt
1:
Ștefan
listened for any telltale sounds of company over the nervous shuffle
of the horses. His ears caught only the unnatural hum of a forest
keeping too quiet. Frowning, he peered over the edge of the roof. The
far door swung on its hinges and heavy curtains stirred in the chill
breeze. No sign of the young lord. Had he fled whilst his men fought?
He
jumped to the ground, sword at the ready. Still nothing. Inside the
carriage, clashing against the velvet cushioning that lined the
seats, sat a small ironbound chest. A smile tweaked his lips,
stretching them tight over his fangs. He caressed the chest, the wood
warm under his fingers. There would be more than enough gold to
fulfil his end of the bargain. Ah, my
dear Ruxandra, we will
be together after all.
Ștefan
clambered back into the driver's seat, the half-healed wound in his
chest tugging at each movement. With a gentle slap of the reins on
the horses' flanks, he urged the panting beasts into a trot. All he
had to do was reach the castle before dawn and his dream of marrying
Ruxandra would become real. It wasn't much further. Already he could
see the towers of the only home he'd ever known, reaching up into the
night sky like massive spears.
The
rest of the castle soon came into sight as the trees ended and the
road stood clear. To look upon those once graceful spires with fresh
eyes, to see them somehow transformed into four stubby towers. When
had his home become such a squat and ugly thing?
He
guided the carriage onward, aiming for the illuminated stable yards
that huddled on the right of the courtyard. The wind picked up as he
neared, animal waste lending a rank tinge to the ordinary stench of
the midden. He held his breath, the tear-inducing odour greater than
memory recalled. When he was finally lord of this place, he'd demand
such things be buried well away from the castle.
His
stomach gave an unexpected grumble. He'd not eaten since the deal and
the wound in his chest, fast repairing itself, sapped much of his
energy. By all rights, he should've sought sustenance first, but he
had to get the contract off Ruxandra's father before the man heard of
what had transpired tonight. Then
he would feed. Perhaps a stray goat would hold off the cravings.
There was bound to be one wandering the valley slopes that nobody
would miss.
But
first, the contract. Ruxandra would
become his wife. He hadn't died to let her slip away now.
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