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Maggie Shayne's Twilight Illusions (Wings in the Night Book 3)
Maggie Shayne's Twilight Illusions (Wings in the Night Book 3)
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He is thousands of years old, and the story of his origins is carved in the clay tablets of Ancient Sumer, for he was first known as Gilgamesh, King of Uruk.
In today’s world, he is Damien the Eternal, master of illusion. The sexy, beguiling stage magician's persona is that of a vampire. He closes each show by pretending to bite the neck of a lovely audience volunteer. Sometimes he really does so, later, in mutually desired sexual encounters that sate his needs and feed his hunger. Afterward, though, his eager partners will remember only an erotic dream, and the marks he leaves on their necks vanish with the first touch of sunlight.
But the last two audience volunteers’ marks never went away, because they were dead long before the dawn—drained of their blood by a vampire. Has Damien become a harbinger of his lifelong enemy, Death? Or is someone messing with his mind.
The illness that is slowly taking Shannon Mallory’s life is progressing fast, but she is determined to live long enough bring her best friend’s murderer to justice. Tawny was found dead of blood loss with two puncture wounds in her neck only hours after serving as audience volunteer to magician, Damien the Eternal, who pretends to be a vampire onstage. Shannon doesn’t think it’s a coincidence.
Shannon is fearless because she has nothing to lose. Even the most powerful vampire in existence is no match for her stubborn persistence. She breaches his security and his hard-won solitude. She gets into his house and under his skin. The desire that flares between them is as irresistible to her as it is risky. He might be a predator, after all.
But an ancient evil has followed the once great king down through the ages, always anticipating the time when he could exact his sweet vengeance. And now that Gilgamesh has fallen in love, that time has come.
Strong sexual content.
Includes Bonus Novella: Beyond Twilight
What people are saying…
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “Wonderful storytelling! Each one gets better. Fantasy, romance, murder, mystery, magic, and even humanity in a very inhuman world are just some of the characteristics of this enjoyable ride. Thank you Maggie Shayne for sharing your talent with us.” ~ Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “Just finished the 3rd book in this series and it is awesome. I like how each book is about different people but they all intertwine. I can't put them down!” ~ Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “I finally finished the last of the eighteen books of Maggie Shayne's Twilight series, and all I can say is that I don't want them to end! Talk about being emotionally invested in the characters--wow! Forget the newbies in the movies. Shayne's Twilight books are definitely vamps for the big girls.” ~ Reviewer
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✅ Vampire Hero/Mortal Heroine
✅ She Suspects Him of Murder
✅ Undercover Lover
✅ Magician and Assistant
✅ A Killer Pursues Them Both
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Look Inside Ch. 1
Look Inside Ch. 1
Shannon took copious notes, swearing at the inefficiency of a penlight for writing in the middle of a pitch-dark theater. Growling a sigh, shoved the meaty arm to her left out of the way and whispered loudly, “Hey, do you mind? I’m trying to work here.”
Anger was good. Anger would keep her mind away from the images burned into it. Tawny, with hair and eyes that matched her name, and a porcelain-doll face, and a smile that lit up a room. Her dreams of becoming a star, her overly dramatic way of expressing herself. Her fearlessness. Her stubbornness. Shannon wanted to remember her vivacious BFF. Not the pale, naked body sprawled on rumpled sheets with its vacant-eyed stare. Not the twin gossamer strands of scarlet on her paper-white neck.
The guy in the next seat grumbled and shifted as far away from her as possible. Shannon wrote, only vaguely aware of the spreading applause. The gradual quieting. The sense of expectation in the crowd. The deep, melodic voice of the man at center stage announcing that he would need a volunteer from the audience. A sudden burst of movement and loudly voiced offers from the female spectators distracted her only for a moment before she adjusted the dim penlight and continued writing.
“The women here are practically drooling. It would be easy for him to lure one anywhere he wanted. Still no one who can tell me where he was last Wednesday night between...”
Her pen stopped on the pad and a cloud of frigid air seemed to envelop her. She glanced up, toward the aisle three seats away.
He stood there, a tall, shadowy form draped in black satin. An instant later the spotlight caught up with him, illuminating his hair until it gleamed blue and making his ivory skin seem even paler. His arm was outstretched, his hand reaching toward her. And his eyes, huge and round like an owl’s, holding the wisdom of the gods and the pain of a thousand hells, focused on her, keeping her prisoner.
“You, Miss.”
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