It seems like just yesterday that I was doing a cover reveal post for Elizabeth Hunter. In addition to be awesome (and supah nice), she is busy! I like that in my favorite authors.
This is newest book set in the Elemental World. If you haven’t read any of them and you like vampires, go forth! and read them all immediately. They’re great on Audible, too. (I may or may not own them in three formats. I have a dream that someday Ms. Hunter and I will sip gin martinis together and then I’ll get brave enough to ask her to sign all of my books.)
But enough about me! Let’s get to the cover.
On the waves of the North Atlantic, a poison spreads, sapping the life from humans and striking madness into immortals.
Patrick Murphy, the immortal leader of Dublin, has been trying to stem the tide of Elixir washing into his territory, but nothing seems to stop the vampire drug. While others in the immortal world work to cure the creeping insanity that Elixir threatens, Murphy has been invited to London to join a summit of leaders hoping to discover who is shipping the drug. If Murphy and his allies can cut off the supply, they might be able to halt the spread long enough for a treatment to be found for the humans and vampires infected.
Anne O’Dea, Murphy’s former lover, retreated from public life over one hundred years ago to help immortals in need… and to heal her own broken heart. Though powerful connections keep her insulated from the violence of vampire politics, even Anne is starting to feel the effects of Elixir on her isolated world. The human blood supply has been tainted, and with Anne’s unique needs, even those closest to her might be in danger. Not just from infection, but Anne’s escalating bloodlust.
When Anne and Murphy are both called to London, they’re forced to confront a connection as immortal as they are. As they search for a traitor among allies, they must also come to terms with their past. Behind the safe facade of politics, old hungers still burn, even as an ancient power threatens the fate of the Elemental World.
“You’re very presumptuous,” Anne said. “You do know that, don’t you?”
“It may have been mentioned once or twice.”
She didn’t pull away, so he brushed his lips over hers, nibbling on the full lower lip he adored. In seconds, it was his hunger that was spiking.
“Sadly, our rooms are not ready yet,” he said. “Otherwise, I’d steal you away for a private conference before our meeting tonight.”
“A private conference? Is that necessary, Mr. Murphy?”
“Very necessary, Dr. O’Dea.” He spoke against her lips, teasing her mouth with fleeting touches and heated breaths. “It’s imperative that Ireland be of a single mind during this summit.” Murphy slid a hand around her waist, ignoring the rush of servants and security that bustled around them. He pulled her closer, pressing his body into hers.
“A single mind?” Her eyes were clouded and her fangs had fallen.
“Indeed. Coordination is key. We’ll need to work very, very closely throughout any negotiations. Proper discourse is vital.”
“Discourse? I’m not sure the discourse you’re interested in is proper at all.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Nonsense. I am a consummate professional in all things.”
“You consummate professionally? That’s fascinating. And possibly illegal. You’ll have to check the local regulations.”
He’d managed to back her into the wall, but Anne wasn’t trying to escape. Bloody hell, he’d missed playing with her like this.
And now – what you’ve been waiting for, the cover!
When I got this in my email yesterday I was so excited that I maybe squeed a little bit.
Isn’t it gorgeous? The only thing that could improve this at all is if Carwyn had delivered it to me in person. (What? I have an
issue subscription interest in him.)