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"Immortals After Dark" series book 4
on 3 March 2009
Naomi Laress had the world at her feet in the 1920's. Rich, beautiful and a famous ballerina, the only black cloud on her horizon was the jealousy of a spurned lover, a man determined to ensure that she would have no other in her life. The result; a twisted knife in her heart that left Naomi dying at the lavish party she hosted.
80 years later the ghostly Naomi witnesses a savage uncontrollable man brought in chains to her home and soon not only learns of the supernatural creatures of the Lore, the blood thirsty vampire caged in her home can see and hear her. Naomi is delighted; however this vampire Conrad Wroth, already bordering on insanity is convinced if he acknowledges Naomi in any way he will cross the line into true madness.
KC writes highly imaginative paranormal romances and yet again she has created leading lovers who match each other perfectly, disregarding their obvious differences. Conrad is a killer vampire, abhorred by the Lore for drinking his victims dry whilst Naomi is quite simply dead. There appears little future for them; despite their attraction they cannot even touch each other and as the phantom Naomi is unable to "Bloody" Conrad or prove in anyway she is his Bride, Conrad's attraction is purely mental as he is unable to respond physically while his body remains dead to sensation.
KC cleverly overcomes this major obstacle to their potential relationship; however danger continually threatens the pair resulting in a truly absorbing read and she proves that a magical and beautiful blossoming romance does not have to rely heavily on sex. That said, when Naomi and Conrad are able to become intimate; their wait is positively worth it with plenty of red hot action. Naomi has to be one of my favourite female leads in this series so far; a saucy, courageous minx able to calm the savage Conrad and open his heart to a future he thought impossible, and the perfect match for a sexually inexperienced vampire consumed by not only his own crimes, but those of his victims he has drunk from.