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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Essence (Nectar #3)
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In Nectar, we met Tristan and Kyla, who found themselves together in a dark bedroom. Kyla, an offering to Tristan, a royal vampire with an insatiable appetite. They were almost instantly addicted to one another. Even if Kyla tried to resist. Kyla couldn't help feel magnetized, drawn to the handsome vampire prince, despite the fact that he held her in his home and in his bedroom against her will. He forced her to feel things physically as well as emotionally. Tristan was clearly drawn to Kyla, too. Not only was she his preferred type but the fact that she wasn't mesmerized and vacant like all the others and the fact that her blood was better than any blood he'd ever tasted created a fierce protectiveness as well as other mysterious emotions in him. He transformed from arrogant hedonistic vampire to a lovesick romantic. Love is rarely easy and this REALLY seems to be the case when the supernatural gets added into the mix! Things weren't going well at the end of book one and Kyla had a tough snap decision to make. In Ambrosia, Kyla had to deal with the fallout of that decision and process the truth, as it revealed itself. There was a whole lot of stunning, unbelievable truth to process while she felt herself changing, getting stronger, exhibiting some supernatural powers of her own. At the end of Ambrosia things went terribly wrong and Tristan was faced with the reality of the agendas of those around him, those he'd trusted, those who had been grooming him for his leadership role. And he was faced with the inexplicable agony associated with a choice that he had to make. Essence begins with Tristan's POV as he processes what happened at the end of book two and tries to find a way to right those wrongs while keeping his head together despite wanting to turn into an inferno that melts everything in sight. "Standard vampire romance, right? The vampire falls for the human, the human falls for the vampire, and then she becomes a vampire and they live happily ever after. Isn't how this goes? That's how it always goes." Nope. Not even close.
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Kyla’s Prologue:

I hear him calling me, urging me, but all these particles keep swirling around me and around his voice. He sounds so far away.

It feels a bit like floating. It’s as if I’m weightless and everything around me keeps going from hazy to dark to hazy again. Like someone keeps messing with the lenses of my eyes, bringing things almost, but not quite, into focus.

But every so often his voice rouses me, like a distant whisper, sometimes urging me, sometimes pleading with me.

Tristan’s Prologue:

Everything is fucked.

Every. Fucking. Thing.

Fucked.

Vacant. Her eyes are vacant.

And it’s my fault.

How the hell did this happen?

The arrogance drilled into me for ten years meant that I had this blind and stupid notion that I could control everything around me. My arrogance was my downfall. Her downfall. Somehow I managed to fail every test, every trial. Was I so blood drunk? How did it all go so fucking wrong?

Did I underestimate my enemies and overestimate my importance? Was I so full of arrogance about my birthright, my foretold importance, omnipotence?

Was I so up my own goddamn ass that I just had no idea what I was up against, no idea that everyone around me wasn’t just there to keep doing my bidding as they’d done for a decade?

After they gave her to me, it was no longer about me and my wants. They were all about their own agendas.

She said,

“Maybe all this is what’ll help you learn to lead.”

What a way to learn, build character, melt away the arrogance, losing the only thing that truly matters to me. Does this punishment fit my crimes? Probably. I can blame them, I can blame the blood, but it’s all on me. I’m to blame. I failed.

Does it even matter now why?

It all boils down to the fact that I’ve lost her. She’s in front of me but I have lost her. And it’s pretty fuckin’ fitting because I never deserved to have something that good.

There were so many crimes I committed. I felt entitled to take what I wanted. I went against every moral I’d been raised with. Because that’s what vampires are told to do. We’re told to forget everything we know and believe that we’re not only at the top of the food chain but that we’re weak if we don’t take what’s on offer.

And this vampire was told he was at the top of that top. So many violent acts, there’s so much blood, on my hands. She’d fall right out of love with me if she had the full picture.

The one thing I ironically succeeded at was getting her to admit that she loves me. And that was fucked, too, because it meant that she came to trust me. She had instincts all the way along that made her second guess things every step of the way but because she loved me and because I made promises to her she ultimately trusted me to keep her safe.

And I fucking failed her every single time.

And now she’s here, beside me, empty. My little cherry bomb now has vacant eyes, just like all the rest. Kyla is empty. My Kyla who was so full of life, of fire, of fireworks. I can’t feel her. And the silence, the emptiness is loud.

I wish I were empty, devoid of emotion. But no. I’m overflowing with it, spilling over with cold emptiness and regret.

Because of me she got violated by that motherfucking asshole. Because I was stupid enough to think I had my impulses under control, she gets pregnant, and then because I underestimated Adrian Constantin that was ripped away.

That piece of us... of the both of us… I felt it the minute it happened. It existed and it was real.

Before it happened all I could think of was how I didn’t want it because it’d put her at risk but as soon as conception happened I felt the shift and wanted to find some way to protect them both. But now it’s gone. All of it. The life our love created along with everything in Kyla that made her Kyla.

The more I think about what they did, all they did, the more I wish I’d taken my time with Claude, the more I want to get my fingers around Constantin’s heart. I want him to pay for what he’s done. I want him to pay for what I haven’t been able to do.

She’s empty and she’s been fed on by not one but two vampires who wanted to take her from me. Two. Fuck. Almost drained. Cluster fucking fail.

The idea of any other teeth on her drove me to where I wanted out of my skin, wanted to bury anyone who touched her that way, the way that was only supposed to be for me, send them straight to the fiery hot pits at the centre of the earth. And it happened because I didn’t stop it.

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Advertisement Nectar (#1) Read Online Free Books Novels by D.D. Prince http://www.books2020.com/nectar-1-read-online-d-d-prince Sat, 01 Oct 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/nectar-1-read-online-d-d-prince Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Authors: D.D. Prince Series: Nectar Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Nectar (Nectar #1)
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Trigger warnings: Vampire erotica. Explicit sex scenes. Copious amounts of blood. Some dubious consent, an ending that could be troubling to those who are squeamish about blood. If you don't love vampire alpha males who are also sweet and swoony nymphomaniacs, maybe you should give this one a miss... Kyla Spencer refuses to feel. Feelings are messy; they're painful; they hold you back. Due to a painful past and secrets she wants to stay buried she keeps everyone at arm's length. But then when she is abducted and presented as a gift to Tristan, a bored vampire prince who is destined to become a king, she has to face a few facts. Beyond facing that vampires are real Kyla has to face emotions that Tristan won't let her run from. Tristan is a vampire with a ravenous but insatiable appetite. For ten years he hasn't once had his hunger sated. He feeds constantly, looking for satisfaction, and because his favourite way to feed is to feed during sex he goes through a lot of women. But then Kyla is brought to him as a gift to celebrate a promotion and from the second their eyes lock he knows there's something different about her. After he gets a taste of Kyla neither of them will ever be the same. “Between the taste of you, the taste of your blood, and the way you look at me, I haven’t felt this… alive… in… maybe ever.”
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Prologue I

♀

Feelings were a luxury. They were something Kyla simply couldn’t afford. Feelings were for those who didn’t have to fight so hard to survive. They were responsible for making you stop and feel sorry for yourself; they made you weak. They made it so that words, or a look, or lack of one or both could knock you down and render you helpless. She couldn’t afford to be helpless because she had to help herself. There was no one else. No one. Her adult life was about making sure she didn’t allow herself to be a victim. So survival, moving forward, and counting on no one for anything was what she did. Because when you counted on other people they either left you or they let you down. When the going got tough, she could handle it.

When the going made her want to feel… she got going.

Prologue II

♂

Tristan stared out the window into the dark while he slowly rotated a crystal glass tumbler filled with whiskey against the table beside him. He was bored; two of his guys had gone for a run to bring him a snack. They did it as a way to celebrate but for Tristan it would just be something to dull the hunger, something to fill his time --- for a little while, anyway.

He wasn’t even anxious about them coming back. The hunger was always there and he had resigned himself to the fact that it just would be, unending hunger gnawing at him. That constant need had been there for a decade already and yet he never could seem to get his fill --- and he’d tried.

Why would tonight be any different? Whoever was brought here would simply take the edge off a little bit and for only a little while. This was their second run tonight because of the phone call that came a few hours ago. That call had gotten two of the men who worked for him pretty worked up and in the mood to celebrate and he knew others, others who wanted to be in his position, would’ve been thrilled with the news if they’d gotten that same call.

Sam was Tristan’s right hand man, had been there for him since day one, which had been ten years ago. Joe was one of his scouts. They’d both decided celebration was in order so they went out to fetch something that would supposedly help with that. To Tristan the call simply meant the next milestone expected of him; it was the next logical rung on the ladder bringing him closer to that top spot, the spot where he was reportedly destined to sit. Yes, it was happening sooner than expected but the end result was inevitable.

What would he feel like when he got to that pinnacle, which he was now just one promotion away from? Would his hunger be sated then or would existing be as underwhelming as this?

“We’re back. This one was fun.” Joe’s voice snapped him out of his daze.

“Fun?” he rose from his chair and downed the remaining liquid in the glass in his hand.

“Yeah, she’s still lucid.” Joe looked ready to burst with excitement.

“Lucid?”

“Neither of us could get her to comply. Real feisty, actually.”

He arched a brow, “But you brought her here, anyway?”

“Oh yeah, She fits your profile. To a tee. There was no way we could not. And you won’t have a problem getting her in line.” Joe looked beyond excited. He looked like he always did when he wanted approval, which was often enough to annoy Tristan mildly.

“Alright, let’s have a look,” Tristan mumbled, barely able to mask his boredom.

-1-

Kyla felt herself being physically pulled and at the same time felt like she was being tugged toward consciousness. Then she wasn’t being pulled; she was floating. Something warm surrounded her and it smelled good, like baked goods.

She heard her own faraway-sounding voice moan in protest as the sensation changed from floating to sinking. She wanted to brace herself but her body felt boneless. She finally sank into something soft.

She tried to tune in to her surroundings but felt like she had to wade through a thick soupy haze first. Instinct told her things weren’t right. She knew her wrists and ankles had been bound but wasn’t sure, for the moment, why. A door clicked shut and then her ankles were in someone’s grip and then they were being separated from whatever it was that had bound them together. Her hands and feet felt tingly.

That desserty aroma got stronger and then there was a warm hand slowly rising up the inside of her leg. That warmth landed an inch from there, between her legs. She tried to unglue her eyelids but they wouldn’t cooperate. She wanted to scurry away or clamp her legs shut but couldn’t. Her limbs felt foreign, like they were dead.

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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
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I can’t feel her. Part of me knows she was right to run, and if she hadn’t, I’d have to wonder if she was still the girl I’d fallen for or if maybe I’d ruined her. Who, in their right mind wouldn’t have run? But the other part of me, the part that knows she’s mine and that believes that because she’s mine and because we feel one another so deep...that part wants her to refuse to exist without me. That part of me is so filled with black boiling rage that I could rip myself to shreds because she left me and because I don’t have a fucking clue whether she’s still in one piece or not. I’m still groggy but I ache. I ache because I can’t feel her. She’s been sunshine in the dark for me and I can’t go back to the black, can’t go back to the emptiness I felt, not after feeling her. No. I don’t know if I can’t feel her because she’s sleeping, unconscious, if the tranquilizers aren’t completely out of my system yet, or if maybe our connection is broken because she’s dead.
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~ Prologue ~

Tristan

I can’t feel her.

Part of me knows she was right to run, and if she hadn’t, I’d have to wonder if she was still the girl I’d fallen for or if maybe I’d ruined her. Who, in their right mind, wouldn’t have run?

But the other part of me, that part that knows she’s mine and that believes that because she’s mine and because we feel one another so deep… that part wants her to refuse to exist without me.

That part of me is so filled with black boiling rage that I could rip myself to shreds because she left me and because I don’t have a fuckin’ clue whether she’s still in one piece or not. I’m still groggy but I ache. I ache because I can’t feel her. She’s been sunshine in the dark for me and I can’t go back to the black, can’t go back to the emptiness I felt; not after feeling her.

No.

I don’t know if I can’t feel her because she’s sleeping or unconscious, if the tranquilizers aren’t completely out of my system yet or are blocking her, or if maybe our connection is broken because she’s dead.

I can only speculate on what happened after I cold-clocked and shot Sam. I only know I’m on the floor in this cage and the cage door and panic room doors are open. Sam is face first on the carpet by the bed and I’m lying beside a big crescent-shaped blood stain.

It’s slick around my mouth from the blood --- her blood. Before dipping my tongue to the corner of my mouth I already know what it will taste like and I want more.

So

Much

More.

Despite being groggy and feeling as if there’s a black abyss where my heart is supposed to be, something else is brewing in me. I can’t put a name to it yet because I can’t figure out whether it’s evil or not and other than blood, I don’t know what it wants.

That small part of me that knows she was right to run is relieved I can’t feel her because I’m not ready to find her. I’m not ready because I’m afraid of what I could be capable of when I do. Afraid of what I might be capable of if someone has her or if she’s dead. I need to make myself wait…wait until she’s stopped bleeding and then find her and fix this.

I just need to fucking find her before The Mangler, does. If he hasn’t, already. He knows all about Kyla’s blood, he knows she’s mine, and he wants everything that is mine.

-1-

Victoria, British Columbia

Kyla woke up to birds singing and, after her morning rituals, was relieved to finally have stopped bleeding.

Finally!

That period, the period that would change the way she’d view her period for the rest of her days? It went on and on (and on!) at a very heavy flow for almost 12 full days and she’d started to wonder if it would ever stop.

Now that she’d had no bleeding for 12 hours her stress levels were down to DEFCON 3 from DEFCON 1.

She stepped outside and looked out at the water. It sure was beautiful here, just like she knew it would be. Layers of scent filled her nose. Flowers, the water, and coffee. She was staying in a rented waterfront RV in a park on the outskirts of the city of Victoria, on Vancouver Island. It was about 4,400 km or nearly 3000 miles away from Tristan.

It felt today, so far, like the withdrawals had subsided a little, too.

When she’d left him she’d planned to drive to the airport but made a snap decision to take a scenic route that would be a little less obvious. She found herself at the city’s small island airport instead of the international airport. She’d parked his SUV (with the keys in the glovebox) at the train station near the ferry, carrying the bag. She had walked to the docks and then taken a ferry the short ride to the small island airport and a flight, in a small plane, to Ottawa. It was weird being there, so close to her past, but she’d never ventured outside of the airport.

She took an empty leg seat on a small charter to Calgary. She stayed in a crappy motel overnight there, not sleeping, and then took a dawn-departing Greyhound bus to Vancouver.

She may have slept on the bus a little, she wasn’t even sure. If so, it was a succession of nods rather than a deep sleep. She’d been on high alert the whole time, watching to see if anyone was following her and watching to see if anyone around her suddenly had the colour drain from their face. She was also in and out of the tiny bus bathroom repeatedly, bleeding so heavily she wondered how her body held so much blood.

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