Hello and Welcome!
Today I’m happy to introduce Duke Friedrich from The White Lily. Friedrich thank you for visiting Angel’s Guilty Pleasures and speaking with me today.
Please introduce yourself to our audience?
My name is Friedrich Volya, Duke of Winter Hill. I live in the north of Varis. Times are troubled in Varis with the resistance called the Black Lily on the rise. But who can blame the humans? Something needs to change in this land. The balance of power is out of control, and my grandmother Queen Morgrid needs to lose her crown.
Would you share with us the challenges you are going through?
Unfortunately, my uncle is a brutal bastard intent on enslaving innocent humans for his vampire army against the Black Lily. I’ve made it my personal goal to thwart him any way possible. Especially in his bloodthirsty hunt for the secretive White Lily working for the resistance.
What’s one thing you wish others knew about you?
I’m not like my selfish father or my warmongering grandfather before me, and I plan to prove it.
Are you currently in a relationship? How’s it going?
None at the moment. But I can’t seem to keep my mind off that raven-haired beauty, the schoolteacher Miss Snow. I’ll have to do something about that.
What is your favorite scent? Why?
Ink, parchment, and winter wind. Yet again, it brings to mind the lovely Miss Snow.
What is your favorite music? Why?
Anything slow and sensual. That’s just my style.
What is your favorite color? Why?
Dark red. Reminds me of blood (I am a vampire, after all). And a certain schoolteacher’s lips.
How do you feel about your author?
She’s done her best, though I’ve been told I’m a difficult character to control. Apologies. *devilish smile*
Anything else you would like to share with us today?
Don’t be so afraid of vampires. We’re not all bite. Unless you prefer it that way.
Thank you Friedrich for taking a moment to speak with us today!
Series: VAMPIRE BLOOD (Book 3)
Title ISBN: 978-1-64063-198-4
Book Length: 95K
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
To the north of the Varis empire, a mysterious faction spreads propaganda against the vampire monarchy. Friedrich Volya, the Duke of Winter Hill, seeks to discover who they are before his uncle finds them first. King Dominik will punish the traitors with brutal force.
Local schoolteacher, the raven-haired Brennalyn, is on her own mission—to spy on the duke and discover what she can for the Black Lily. She longs to help the commonwealth and bring justice to the many orphans left behind from the ravages of the blood madness, like the children she lovingly keeps in her care. What she doesn’t plan for is the heart-pounding attraction she feels for the duke, enemy to the Black Lily.
But when Brennalyn’s secret puts her life and the life of her children in danger, Friedrich steps in as her protector, she finds out there’s more to the duke than she thought.
On the next turn, he pulled her close, till her breasts brushed his chest. The friction, as brief as it was, rasped her nipples. She gasped then quickly clamped her mouth shut, trying to put some distance between them. But he was in full control, his large frame engulfing her, his intimidating presence swallowing her with each turn.
“Your dress is quite beautiful on you.” He ignored her question entirely. “So much more appealing than your gray frocks.”
“What is wrong with my frocks?”
She gasped. “My frocks are entirely suitable to a woman of my role in society.”
“And what role is that? An old crone?” She caught his mischievous smile. He was goading her. And it was working.
“An unmarried woman. The town’s schoolteacher.”
He scoffed, slowing their waltz. “You think yourself a spinster at three and twenty? I think not. I’m going to burn every one of them when I get the chance.”
“Your Grace. You will do no such thing. You have no right to destroy any of my possessions.”
He grinned and slowed their forward movement to a stop, drawing her even closer. She tried to step from his embrace, but he held her good.
“I’m not quite sure you know what’s happening between us, Miss Snow. But let me be clear. Those hideous rags are not worthy of your luscious body. Not worthy of you. You may try to hide your beauty behind drab colors and formless frocks and tight buns. But I see what’s beneath. And I want—no, I will have you in all your glory. Therefore, prepare yourself to be draped in silk quite soon.”
She saw the lion in the man, gazing down at her with steadfast calm and confidence. All of which was breathtaking and alluring. She spent the majority of her life trying to order and control her surroundings, only to find her world tilted at every turn. She wondered how the duke would feel to lose his control.
“It must be very difficult,” she said.
“What must be difficult?” He swept her away from clumsy Mr. Powell, who nearly barreled into them with his dance partner.
“Believing that you own everyone you meet.”
“You wound me. I don’t believe that at all.”
“Really? You just stated as if it were a decree that I’d be draped in silk. What if I don’t like silk?”
His smoldering smile made her knees buckle. “Come now, Miss Snow.” He leaned close to her ear, his lip brushing the shell as he whispered on the turn, “If not a silk dress, how about silk sheets?”
She laughed, his naughty teasing bringing a heated flush to her face. “You’re most improper for a royal duke.”
“Thank you,” he said with a smirk. “I do my best.”
“It wasn’t a compliment.”
“It most certainly was.”
She narrowed her gaze. “Well, whatever you may believe, I’d like to clarify that you do not own me, Your Grace.”
“I don’t want to own you, kitten. I want to possess you.”
“There is no difference.”
“Indeed. There is.”
Eyes darkening and hooded in shadow, she caught them drifting over her face before they landed on her mouth. His own parted slightly.
“Your Grace,” she warned, “if you are making plans to kiss me on the dance floor, let me tell you that it will not be welcome.”
“All right. Will it be welcome in my carriage on the way home?”
She arched her brow. “Are you always so forward with ladies you’re trying to woo?”
“No. Indeed not. I’m usually much more charming, but you seem to bring out the beast in me, Miss Snow. I’d rather skip all the games and get straight to the prize.”
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Juliette is a multi-published author of paranormal and fantasy romance and lives in lush, moss-laden Louisiana where she lives with her husband, four kids, and black lab, Kona. She loves reading and writing brooding characters, mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes.
From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic romance. Even then, she not only longed to read more novels set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.
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