Years ago, Night to Dawn published Neil Benson’s Unholy Embrace, a vampire romance which garnered many 5-star reviews. A different company has given new life to Unholy Embrace, and the second edition is now available.
Frank Thornton’s night of passion with the vampire Nessa Harcanu ignites the love that binds them to each other. He learns of the great power she gained from her 500-year fight for survival. Their commitment to each other forces Frank to enter a dark world he never imagined. Together, they battle werewolves, vampires, and other creatures of the night, leading to a confrontation with an immortal, seemingly invincible demon. They must use all their strength and wit to survive the greatest battle of their lives.
On a crisp April night, Nessa and I held hands as we walked to Broadway on a narrow side street from a theater on the Upper West Side. Without warning, she pushed me aside and turned toward the alleyway on our left. A dark, hairy form raced at her, emitting a growl that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Nessa ducked, put her hands under its body, and flipped her attacker through the air into a light blue delivery truck. A second dark-haired creature emerged from the same alley, snarling and displaying three-inch-long incisors glistening with saliva. When the second beast tried to bite Nessa, she grabbed the creature’s throat and snapped its head backward. She sank her fangs into its neck and ripped the carotid artery. I gagged at the sight of the blood spurting from the gaping wound.
The first beast rose and was about to charge Nessa when I raced forward to tackle it.
“No!” Nessa yelled, and she put herself between the beast and me. The creature swiped a hairy paw at her head, but she ducked and stepped behind her lethal adversary. The creature tried to turn, but she grabbed its throat and raised the beast two feet into the air. She squeezed its neck until the sounds of bones cracking made me cringe. She let go, and the creature fell to the ground. Nessa closed her eyes and sniffed the air.
“Any more of them?” My thumping heart banged against my ribcage, and perspiration ran down my forehead.
“I don’t smell or hear anything for a quarter of a mile,” she replied. “How do you feel after surviving your first attack by werewolves?”
Nessa inspected the creatures she had killed with such little effort.
“Terrified but happy to be alive.” I stood by her side at the nearest werewolf and examined its paws. Three-inch claws tapering from one inch around at the base to razor-sharp tips made lethal weapons.
“That’s why I screamed at you. I admire your courage, but the creature would have eviscerated you in one swift stroke.”
“I know you’ve told me about the damage werewolves can inflict, but hearing about them isn’t the same as watching them in action.” I shivered at the thought of how easily either of them could have killed me.
She stared at me. “Frank, are you OK?”
“I think so.” My pulse had slowed down, and my lungs no longer screamed for air. I glanced upward at the night sky. “No full moon?”
“They can inject themselves with a serum that enables them to become a werewolf whenever they choose.” The werewolves terrified me, but the creature Nessa became frightened me almost as much. I stepped back and watched her fangs disappear, and her eyes return to normal.