Title: REBORN BY BLOOD
Genre: Adult paranormal romance
“Reborn by Blood” is the story of Clementine, a woman in her early thirties with a broken heart, a job that is getting her nowhere and a writing block. Gifted with an unusually intense intuition, Clementine meets Ichiro, a man she created as a fictional character years ago, a man now haunting her dreams. A synchronistic encounter in a subway station leads Clementine to connect with Ichiro, a vampire haunted by two trickster spirits and a betrayal. As Clementine’s unusual intuition reveals a more powerful gift, Ichiro and his entourage are keen to help the young woman uncover her full potential with their own agendas in mind.
Through a whirlwind of lust, blood and intense emotions, Clementine will find herself faced with a heartbreaking choice between friendship, loyalty, death and rebirth by blood.
The book is intended more specifically for readers who enjoy paranormal romance and romantic urban fantasy
There was just enough time for a quick shower, a couple of sips of coffee and a run to the subway station.
Although it was late August, outside it was already hazy and humid. The Montreal skyline was covered by a thin white film that promised another sweltering day. I found a standing spot in the subway car surrounded by a swarm of early morning commuters. Snippets of conversation in French and English didn’t quite reach the fog left from getting ready too quickly.
I was just coming out of the train, when I saw him; wearing a long black trench, leather pants and a silky indigo shirt, he was sporting black hair with highlights of a dazzling blue shade. My first thought was “I know this man.” followed by “Who wears a jacket and leather in this kind of weather?” I hated to rush in the morning, especially on a hot and sticky one.
When we passed each other on the platform, he removed his sunglasses. He had dark almond eyes. I felt the weight of his gaze following me. A quick but noticeable look of amusement showed on his face as he probably saw shock and recognition on mine. I didn’t turn back.
I walked into the offices of the Department of Education, where I worked, still shaken by this encounter. There had to be an explanation. This man just looked like a man I had dreamed and written about. It had to be a freaky coincidence.