Reseña del libro "Bloodline of the Eclipse: A Why Choose Vampire Romance (en Inglés)"
Some women are bought. Maren Quinn was priced. Maren Quinn is a night-shift phlebotomist with a rare blood type, a dead mother, and a stack of bills that never quite clears. She is not looking for magic. She is looking for a way to keep the lights on. Then a courier leaves a card with no name, a van takes her off a hospital parking deck, and she wakes in a marble room where six people wear numbers instead of names. Maren is number four. The gavel falls. She is sold. Castle Morvain is cold in the corners and warm in the middle, and the three brothers who own it are not what she expected. Severin, the lord, who speaks in verdicts and never raises his voice. Warrick, the warrior, who sleeps in a chair outside her door and leaves his coat where she can find it. Laurent, the scholar, who looks at her like a problem he is glad to have. All three are dying of a curse their own blood wrote, and Maren's blood is the only thing that slows it. But Maren has no intention of being a cure that happens to be a person. She sets her terms. No compulsion, ever. No throat; it goes in a cup. She watches everything. And stop is stop. When a rival house comes with a gentler chain, and the men in the castle make a choice she cannot forgive, Maren must decide what she is willing to be — and what kind of home she is willing to build from a house that once bought her. Bloodline of the Eclipse is a standalone, open-door why-choose vampire romance with three devoted, dangerous men, one woman who refuses to be property, and a happily ever after. For readers 18 and older. Some women are bought. Maren Quinn was priced. Maren Quinn is a night-shift phlebotomist with a rare blood type, a dead mother, and a stack of bills that never quite clears. She is not looking for magic. She is looking for a way to keep the lights on. Then a courier leaves a card with no name, a van takes her off a hospital parking deck, and she wakes in a marble room where six people wear numbers instead of names. Maren is number four. The gavel falls. She is sold. Castle Morvain is cold in the corners and warm in the middle, and the three brothers who own it are not what she expected. Severin, the lord, who speaks in verdicts and never raises his voice. Warrick, the warrior, who sleeps in a chair outside her door and leaves his coat where she can find it. Laurent, the scholar, who looks at her like a problem he is glad to have. All three are dying of a curse their own blood wrote, and Maren's blood is the only thing that slows it. But Maren has no intention of being a cure that happens to be a person. She sets her terms. No compulsion, ever. No throat; it goes in a cup. She watches everything. And stop is stop. When a rival house comes with a gentler chain, and the men in the castle make a choice she cannot forgive, Maren must decide what she is willing to be — and what kind of home she is willing to build from a house that once bought her. Bloodline of the Eclipse is a standalone, open-door why-choose vampire romance with three devoted, dangerous men, one woman who refuses to be property, and a happily ever after.
