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Some journeys take more than one lifetime, and three thousand years after he was betrayed, captured, blinded and turned into a vampire, Samson is still holding a grudge. In fact, ever since Delilah used a devilish brew from Lilith to turn him into a vampire and then turned him over to the Philistines, Samson has been plotting revenge against his former lover and arch nemesis.

When he finally catches up to the reincarnate Delilah in modern day New York City, it seems as though he has all the time in the world to see that the last chapter of their sordid saga is finally written. But much like old enemies, old passions die hard, and Samson is forced to make a surprisingly hard choice. Does he want her dead more than he wants her back in his bed?

Intelligent, disquieting and deeply erotic, THE FIRST VAMPIRE cleverly weaves the past into the present in a captivating tapestry of suspense, intrigue and betrayal.

Excerpt:

Ash Samson turned to go and noticed a picture on the night stand, illuminated slightly by the beam of light peeking in from the street.

A beautiful, smiling woman stared back at him from in front of some snowy backdrop. She was waving to the person taking the picture, her mane of dark-blonde hair shimmering in the sun, her sweater and jeans clinging to a stunning figure. Ash knew she must be James' wife, but he felt the vice grip of the past tighten around his chest as her dark eyes bored into him.

It can't be her. Not after all this time.

Instantly he was back with her again, her hair reflecting golden lamp light as her luscious body arched atop his own, warm night air caressing their bodies as they lay entwined in her bed. Every muscle of his body worshipping her perfumed skin, loving her fierce intellect, losing his soul in the bottomless depths of her eyes before he knew just how low those depths could go.

Delilah.

He snatched the photo off the small table and inspected it more closely. She didn't look exactly the same, but the soft, fierce glow radiating from her eyes was unmistakable. He'd know that black soul anywhere. He'd searched for it for 3;000 years, first at her home in Sorek, then, once he'd learned that he could see human souls, in the face of every woman he'd met down through the ages. And now he had found her here, by accident, married to another man. He slipped the photo into his bag and took the ragged breath habit told him he needed.

Blood and memories raced inside him, but he calmly retraced his steps back outside. After two blocks, he turned down a deserted side street and, making sure no one was about, broke into a full run and leapt into the sky, shooting straight up past windows and rooftops, until the air turned noticeably cooler and he could see the first rays of dawn glowing on the horizon. He took a deep breath, allowing the thin air to cool his exhilarated insides. Feeling somewhat calmed, he turned and fell headlong, racing back toward the earth at full speed, stopping his nose only an inch from the pavement and righting himself with a slow flip. A satisfied smile lit his face. He normally didn't show off, not anymore, but his elation at finding Delilah made him burn with the desire to do many things he hadn't done in a long time. Which would he do to her first, he wondered?

With some surprise, he reminded himself that it didn't matter. Now that he'd found her, he had all the time in the world to see that the last chapter of their sordid saga was finally written.

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