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(*Vampire from Linda Robertson’s Persephone Alcmedi series)

My guest enters the room a few minutes late, but is unhurried as he comes toward me. I smell cinnamon as he offers me his hand in greeting. I accept it and am surprised by how cold he is. He gently twists my wrist as he bends to kiss the back of my hand. His long walnut colored curls fall forward to frame his face with this gesture, and I must admit, I long to run my fingers through his hair. When he takes his seat, not across from me as expected, but on the couch beside me, so close, so personal, I am spellbound. His pale face is perfect. His eyes…he watches me like a cat watches a mouse. There’s intensity, fascination, and hunger in his eyes. And yet I know undoubtedly that he sees me, he sees me as no one before has ever seen me. Recognition. Understanding. Acceptance. And his hair…those ringlets lay like twists of burnished gold, the salient plumage of this unique creature, more than human, gleaming against the inky darkness of his black Italian suit. I did not expect he would have a thin beard, but it is becoming and masculine. His voice is a mix of tones in a lower-mid-range, he speaks at a leisurely pace, and the inflections on his words give his speech a melodic lilt that I could listen to endlessly.

LR: (recovering from an abrupt breathlessness) Let’s start by having you tell me—I mean us, yes, us, the readers—a bit about yourself.

Menessos: Depending on which book you’re on, I either am, or I was, the Quarterlord of the Northeast portion of the US. That means I am—or was—one of four vampires in this country who answer directly to the Excelsior, the Supreme Vampire of this and all nations. I supervised the regional bureaucrats who oversaw individual vampire havens, in addition to ruling my own haven…until that too, was taken from me.

Shattered BCLR: Sounds like you were pretty important.

Menessos: I am.

LR: (I wonder if his curt, present-tense affirmation means I struck a nerve with my past tense statement. I don’t want to push him, but I cannot help arching a brow and asking a strident question.) Arrogance?

Menessos: Fact. Most individuals, be they vampire or mortal, cannot adequately perform the responsibilities required by such lofty status as I have known, let alone sustain the conviction of a congregation long enough to demonstrate that their rule is a true service to that assemblage. I can, I have, and I will again. Eventually.

LR: (blinks) He seems unruffled by my inquiry, and he smiled as he spoke as if to put me at ease, yet I sense there is something…forceful…lurking beneath his equanimity.

Menessos: You see, I have existed for centuries upon centuries. Whereas exposure to specific studies and day-to-day work reveals to a psychologist the patterns among people of similar age or upbringing, my lengthy years have afforded me the recognition of patterns you various mortals follow on a deeper level. I do not need to know your age or background to measure what you are as you sit there before me. Your clothing and hairstyle, as well as your choice of position in the corner of the couch, tucked snuggly against the arm, with your legs stretched before you and crossed, all that reveals things about you that anyone can see and interpret if they choose, but I…I can feel your attraction, as well as your fear. I know how those emotions interact, how they collide and war within you. And I can anticipate how you, as a woman of this age, in this place, alone with me, will react. (He places his hand on my thigh and I jump just a little, then shiver.)

LR: Is there a woman in your life?

Menessos: There are many.

LR: Is there a significant one? One you cherish above the others?

Menessos: There is one woman that I want. Until I can have her, my one, my goddess, at my side, I will cherish no one.



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It’s tough being a modern woman, but Persephone Alcmedi has it worse than most. Being the prophesied Lustrata has kicked her career as a witch into high gear, and juggling a wærewolf boyfriend who is about to become king of his kind and a seductive vampire who bears her magical Mark isn’t easy either.

Still, Seph’s beloved foster daughter, Beverley, is causing more trouble than these two men put together. The young girl’s been playing with a magical artifact that’s far more dangerous than she realizes. Now Seph must summon help from a mystical being so potent that even vampires fear him . . . and the cost of his aid may be more than she’s willing to pay. Seph, Johnny, and Menessos face threats from all sides—and a few from within. Will the forces of destiny cement their tenuous supernatural union, or shatter it forever?



LR PictureAbout The Author:

Linda Robertson is the mother of four wonderful boys, owns three electric guitars, and is followed around by a big dog named after Bela Lugosi. Once upon a time she was a lead guitarist in a heavy metal cover band and has worked as a graphic artist. She still composes and creates art, when time permits. Linda currently writes and rocks in northeast Ohio. Visit her at and @authorLinda



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