Release of Book 3 of
The Gates Legacy Series
Ascension
by Lorenz Font
Release Date:
January 8, 2015
Published by The Writers Coffee
Shop
Genre: FICTION
/ Romance / General / Paranormal /Supernatural
ISBN
e-book: 978-1-61213-364-5
~~SUMMARY~~
Rohnert is descended from a
long line of pure-blooded vampires ruled by the Vampire Council. Quiet and
principled, he is known for his combat expertise and is beloved by peers and
students alike. When his former ally, Goran, becomes the Council leader and the
killing starts, Rohnert strikes out on his own.
The vampire race is in
upheaval when he discovers a black book that contains the wisdom and history of
his people. Rohnert refuses to support Goran’s tyrannical rule and has no interest
in ruling himself, no matter what the book foretells. He allies with freedom
fighters led by the indomitable Harrow Gates. However, the prophecies fail to
prepare him to handle one passionate and determined human doctor.
The last thing Shelly
Anderson wanted was to fall in love. After meeting enigmatic and reclusive
Rohnert, her resolve quickly crumbles. Their one night together ends in a
nightmare. She is determined to carry on without him, but Rohnert’s unexpected
reentry into her life derails her plans.
While she teaches him how
powerful a human’s love can be, Rohnert realizes the lengths he is willing to
go to keep her close and safe, even if it means violating a long-standing
decree among pure-blooded vampires to keep their bloodlines intact.
When Goran begins to kill
off the remaining Vampire Council Elders, Harrow’s rebels urge Rohnert to step
in. It isn’t until harsh reality comes knocking at his door that his choice
becomes clear. Rohnert must do whatever he can to save the people he loves or
risk losing them forever. However, the reluctant savior may already be too late
to protect the lives that matter most.
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~~EXCERPT~~
The flimsy door was
torn off its hinges like a piece of cardboard. “What the hell is going on
here?” Rohnert’s voice rattled everything around them, sending the bottles of
precious anesthetics to the floor with a loud crash.
“Don’t you ever knock?”
Shelly wobbled to the nearest chair and flopped onto it clumsily.
“I heard you cry. What’s
wrong?” Rohnert rushed to her side, ignoring her question, and placed his hand
on her belly.
It could have been the
warmth of his touch or some quack medicinal magic, but her back felt instant
relief. Shelly had wanted to deny him the privilege of connecting with their
unborn child. Instead, she smothered a moan at the glorious reprieve he brought
to her. She was much too proud to acknowledge how his presence soothed her.
“Nothing’s wrong. I
probably pulled a muscle when I bent down to pick up the scissors.” She tried
to move away from him, to disconnect herself from his touch.
Cheryl took one look at
Rohnert, and without a word took her leave. Mort scrambled to his feet and
followed suit.
Rohnert kept his hand on
her back. “You’re lying.” He peered at her.
Shelly bit her tongue to
keep herself from lobbing another furious retort. She looked away, focusing on
the exit. He had no right to look so attractive and virile, and her heart
shouldn’t be hammering against her chest the way it was. Under his close
scrutiny, she felt vulnerable, naked almost, and she hated the sexual stirring
in her gut.
“You look tired.”
“I’m fine. It’s my normal.
I have to go to work now.”
“You’re done working for
the night.” Rohnert’s eyes bore into hers. The command in voice would have sent
others seeking for cover.
She was no pushover.
“You’re not telling me what to do.” Shelly stood up and bolted past him.
Rohnert was quick to
restrain her, and he spun her around to face him. “I’m not doing this to annoy
you. You have to look after yourself and our child. Your schedule doesn’t allow
you enough rest.”
Sure. He was going all
gallant on her, showing concern. It was a bit too cozy and little too late.
“No, it isn’t,” he said,
answering her unspoken words. “I left because I wanted to protect—”
“Oh spare me the details.
You left because you’re afraid to show you care. Now that I’m pregnant, you
come waltzing back into my life to take control. If you’re concerned for the
child’s well-being, don’t be. I’m going to let It know who
the sperm donor is.”
She watched his face
harden. “Do not call our child It. We’re going to give him
a name, and I’m not just a donor. I intend to be a part of his life every step
of the way.”
So he had been
eavesdropping. Just for kicks, she pushed on. “And how do you propose that we
go about doing that?” Shelly held Rohnert’s gaze with enough challenge to
discourage any man.
His features softened, and
his eyes crinkled. “I want a ceremony to bind us. I don’t want my son to be
born a bastard.”
As in getting
married? Her chest felt weird all of a sudden, inflating at the
prospect, but she tamped down her excitement. Where in hell does this
man get these silly notions?
“And if I won’t do it?”
Rohnert smiled, exposing
the tips of his fangs. “You won’t deny your child the life he deserves.”
Too cocky for his own good.
Shelly snorted and shook her head. “This child deserves to live in peace away
from the killings and without the fear of getting killed.” It was obvious that
she’d struck a nerve when his nostrils flared. Shelly stifled a smile.
“I will protect my child
with my life.” He pulled her closer until their faces were almost touching and
held her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “You won’t get rid of me, even if
you try.” Without giving her a chance to answer, he cupped her face with his
big hands and captured her mouth in a hungry kiss, demanding her to respond.
Shelly planted her palms
against his chest and pushed. Rohnert didn’t budge. He growled against her lips
and deepened the kiss, rendering her breathless and weak in the knees. Her
hands relaxed then fisted in his jacket, finally feeling the burn of his mouth.
Oh, God. How could she
think straight? She prided herself on being tough, and she usually stuck to her
resolve. Yet Rohnert short circuited her brain, making it difficult to think of
anything but getting him between her legs.
His hands wound down to the
small of her back and pressed her body until there was not a hairline of space
between them. She felt lightheaded. This had to stop. She wasn’t going to . . .
Shelly moaned, unable to
stop herself from touching his face. If she were truthful with herself, she
wanted this and needed him like air.
She also needed a doctor.
It was obvious she was sick in the head. She had vowed not to allow him walk
all over her, and look at what was she doing—allowing him to trample her will
and moaning like a sex-starved kitten while he did.
~~ABOUT THE
AUTHOR~~
Lorenz Font discovered her
love of writing after reading a celebrated novel that inspired one idea after
another. She is currently enjoying the buzz from her vampire novels
Hunted and Tormented, the first and
second book of The Gates Legacy Series, Indivisible Line, a
romantic thriller, Feather Light, an erotic romance and
Pieces of Broken Time, a military romance.
Lorenz’s perfect day
consists of writing and lounging on her garage couch, aka the office, with a
glass of her favorite cabernet while listening to her ever-growing music
collection. She enjoys dabbling in different genres, with an intense focus on
angst and the redemption of flawed characters. Her fascination with romantic
twists is a mainstay in all her stories.
Lorenz lives in California
with her husband, children, and two demanding dogs. She divides her time
between her full-time job and her busy writing schedule.
Be sure to look for
books one and two if you haven't read them yet!
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AUTHOR~~
Praise
for Ascension
"The best way for me to describe Ascension is, come for the
smoking hot vampires and stay for the action, suspense and gut wrenching drama.
It’s not hard to fall under the spell of the visionary creation of Lorenz
Font." - Jolene, Valley Girl Gone Country
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