Original Sin by Lydia Michaels
Series: The Order of Vampires #1
Publication date: May 12th, 2020
Publisher: Bailey Brown Publishing
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
Adam Hartzler has always been an honorable immortal, but the fine line between right and wrong begins to blur when he is called to his true mate. If he does not find and claim her soon, he will lose his soul and humanity, transforming into a vile predator controlled by insatiable bloodlust, sentenced to a demonic and tortured eternity as a vampire.
Adam sets out on a quest to hunt his mate and claim her before it is too late. His salvation relies on his destined mate's surrender, but when she refuses to cooperate, Adam must set aside his morals and do what is needed to survive. Time's slipping away with his control, and his territorial instincts refuse to let her go.
Annalise Snow awakens on a primitive farm removed from modern civilization and in fear of her life. Her captor is determined to keep her prisoner and believes he is somehow entitled to her future. But she will not surrender easily. When Adam asks for the ultimate sacrifice, she must decide if he lives or dies.
Passion and emotion collide in an explosive meeting of destined souls, but love is never a guarantee, especially when eternity begins with betrayal.
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Lifting a towel from the basket in the corner, he shut his eyes and inhaled, pressing the fabric to his nose. His body instantly hardened, his instincts driving him to her bed where she slept soundly.
She lay in the center of the bed, dwarfed by the large mattress. Her limbs twisted in the white sheet. Waves of copper and gold splayed across the pillow. So still. So delicate. So... his.
Satisfied with God's selection, he studied his prize. His salvation. His future. His beautiful Annalise.
Hooking a finger into the sheet, he slowly drew the blanket toward the foot of the bed.
A simple undershirt covering little more than her breasts, gave a transparent picture of her curves.
Narrow ribs tapered into a tiny waist he'd be able to span with his hands. Her hips flared, as a healthy woman's should. His head cocked as the sheet fell to the side, exposing her legs. A wisp of material, too small to be considered a garment, covered her sex.
"What evil is this?"
He inhaled deeply, wondering at the strange covering. Females of the order wore handmade undergarments, loosely fitting with ties. The men wore nothing under their clothes. But this...
Lowering to the bed, he sat gingerly beside her hip and studied her. The overwhelming need to touch her, mark her, stole through him hard and fast, leaving all other instincts second.
He wanted to feed from her vein as his body throbbed inside of hers, filling her with his seed. He wanted to possess every part of her--mind, body, and soul.
"Beautiful, Annalise," he whispered.
Unlocking his fists, he traced the back of his finger along the soft white expanse of her thigh. Goosebumps prickled her flesh, and a small moan escaped her throat.
"You will know my touch and feel it often."
Drawing slow whirls over her hip, his fingertip treading lightly across the elastic of her minimal undergarment. She was a masterpiece. Hard points formed under her shirt as he dragged his exploring finger up her arm. He arched to trace his touch over the turgid tip but refrained.
A soft moan slipped past her plump lips and her legs shifted, her hips burrowing into the mattress. Could she sense his desire?
His need to touch and possess her left him shaken. Withdrawing his caress, his gaze traveled over her torso. Each breath expanded her ribs and lifted her breasts.
His inspection climbed the narrow column of her throat and stilled at her fluttering pulse.
Arousal slammed into him. A bone deep hunger ached inside of him, begging him to claim her. His tongue traced under his fangs as he leaned closer, breathing in her delicate fragrance, feeding off the scent of such a vulnerable offering. So small. So fragile. So in need of a mate. His jaw widened--
He sprang off the bed, startled by the powerful trance she held over him. It was as if she had him under some sort of spell.
Forking a hand through his hair, he paced silently. He wanted her now, consequences be damned. How long would he have to wait? Would it really matter? Their futures were decided. Why not now?
Battling with his conscience, he crouched at the foot of the bed, his greedy stare traveling up her legs. His thumb dragging along the inside of her ankle, gliding upward to her knee and pulling her legs apart. Her scent intensified.
Closing his eyes, he breathed her in. This was his mate, his one and only, his ainsicht.
The beat of her heart seemed to complement his, like the tease and retreat of the ocean waves beating back the banks of the shore. The rush of blood pumping through her veins rattled his concentration. It sung to him, a siren's call that compelled an answer.
His skin burned like the tongues of a fire, licking at his insides, his burning desires heating his blood to volcanic degrees. He needed to leave. Now.
Taunt as a bow, he forced himself away from the bed for her protection. Never had he fought such temptation. Carnal images assaulted him. Her body clinging to his, flesh gliding over flesh. Nails digging into muscle. Fangs piercing skin.
His cock throbbed, pleading that he take her and claim what was rightfully his. Heart hammering against his ribs, he staggered back from the bed. His control was slipping. If he touched her now, he'd break her.
She lay in the center of the bed, dwarfed by the large mattress. Her limbs twisted in the white sheet. Waves of copper and gold splayed across the pillow. So still. So delicate. So... his.
Satisfied with God's selection, he studied his prize. His salvation. His future. His beautiful Annalise.
Hooking a finger into the sheet, he slowly drew the blanket toward the foot of the bed.
A simple undershirt covering little more than her breasts, gave a transparent picture of her curves.
Narrow ribs tapered into a tiny waist he'd be able to span with his hands. Her hips flared, as a healthy woman's should. His head cocked as the sheet fell to the side, exposing her legs. A wisp of material, too small to be considered a garment, covered her sex.
"What evil is this?"
He inhaled deeply, wondering at the strange covering. Females of the order wore handmade undergarments, loosely fitting with ties. The men wore nothing under their clothes. But this...
Lowering to the bed, he sat gingerly beside her hip and studied her. The overwhelming need to touch her, mark her, stole through him hard and fast, leaving all other instincts second.
He wanted to feed from her vein as his body throbbed inside of hers, filling her with his seed. He wanted to possess every part of her--mind, body, and soul.
"Beautiful, Annalise," he whispered.
Unlocking his fists, he traced the back of his finger along the soft white expanse of her thigh. Goosebumps prickled her flesh, and a small moan escaped her throat.
"You will know my touch and feel it often."
Drawing slow whirls over her hip, his fingertip treading lightly across the elastic of her minimal undergarment. She was a masterpiece. Hard points formed under her shirt as he dragged his exploring finger up her arm. He arched to trace his touch over the turgid tip but refrained.
A soft moan slipped past her plump lips and her legs shifted, her hips burrowing into the mattress. Could she sense his desire?
His need to touch and possess her left him shaken. Withdrawing his caress, his gaze traveled over her torso. Each breath expanded her ribs and lifted her breasts.
His inspection climbed the narrow column of her throat and stilled at her fluttering pulse.
Arousal slammed into him. A bone deep hunger ached inside of him, begging him to claim her. His tongue traced under his fangs as he leaned closer, breathing in her delicate fragrance, feeding off the scent of such a vulnerable offering. So small. So fragile. So in need of a mate. His jaw widened--
He sprang off the bed, startled by the powerful trance she held over him. It was as if she had him under some sort of spell.
Forking a hand through his hair, he paced silently. He wanted her now, consequences be damned. How long would he have to wait? Would it really matter? Their futures were decided. Why not now?
Battling with his conscience, he crouched at the foot of the bed, his greedy stare traveling up her legs. His thumb dragging along the inside of her ankle, gliding upward to her knee and pulling her legs apart. Her scent intensified.
Closing his eyes, he breathed her in. This was his mate, his one and only, his ainsicht.
The beat of her heart seemed to complement his, like the tease and retreat of the ocean waves beating back the banks of the shore. The rush of blood pumping through her veins rattled his concentration. It sung to him, a siren's call that compelled an answer.
His skin burned like the tongues of a fire, licking at his insides, his burning desires heating his blood to volcanic degrees. He needed to leave. Now.
Taunt as a bow, he forced himself away from the bed for her protection. Never had he fought such temptation. Carnal images assaulted him. Her body clinging to his, flesh gliding over flesh. Nails digging into muscle. Fangs piercing skin.
His cock throbbed, pleading that he take her and claim what was rightfully his. Heart hammering against his ribs, he staggered back from the bed. His control was slipping. If he touched her now, he'd break her.
Praise for Original Sin
"Lydia Michaels has done it again. This book grabbed me from the first page and didn't let go. If you love the paranormal and vampires or immortals then this book is a must read. Loved it." -- GOODREADS REVIEWER
"This book is EVERYTHING! I've never read this many pages this fast! Ever! Five Bloody Stars!" -- GOODREADS REVIEWER
"What a captivating new world and series Ms. Michaels has created! Each character is complex and intriguing. The plot is like nothing I've come across before in vampire books. Or any other kind of book for that matter. It's original with a new concept to it. This story is gripping and intense. It's dark mixed with light. Filled with passion and lust. Love and loss. It's sexy and sensual. It's about family and sacrifices and trust. And most especially it's a beautiful love story that's complicated and truly unforgettable! There was nothing I didn't love about Original Sin. It was absolutely breathtaking for me! I'm so excited to read more from this stunning series." -- GOODREADS REVIEWER
"This book is a roller coaster of emotions that will hit you deep!! I was in awe, shock, love, lust, and everything in between. An absolute must read by Lydia Michaels." -- Educated Book Freak Reviews
"This book left me speechless! I literally could not put it down!! This world that Lydia Michaels has created was mesmerizing to say the least. Holy crap what a ride!" -- GOODREADS REVIEWER
"HAIL TO THE NEW DEVASTATINGLY DELICIOUS SERIES THAT'S GONNA BE THE NEW TREADING VAMPIRES!! Wow. Feeling so overwhelmed and full of so many emotions, as if I was the one that just traveled to another world!" -- GOODREADS REVIEWER
Lydia Michaels is the award winning author of over 35 romance novels. She is an iBooks Bestsellers and her work has been featured in USA Today. She is the two-time winner of the Author of the Year Award from Happenings Media [2018 & 2019]. In 2015 she won The Best Author Award from The Courier Times. She is a five time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award. Her books are intellectual, emotional, haunting, always centered around love. Lydia Michaels loves to hear from readers! She can be contacted by email.
