The Hart Family Saga

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Saints and Sinners

Beautiful, independent Angelika “Angie” Hart never needs a hand up. A skilled computer hacker, Angelika believes in making her own way. But when Angelika’s sister Lena invites her to vacation in New Orleans’ romantic, deadly French Quarter, Angelika descends into a dangerous new reality. In this decadent supernatural world, all that glitters is not gold. Among the gardens and graves, supernaturals reign supreme and even the worst sinner may wear a saint’s face.

Vampires and Werewolves

Inside her sumptuous antebellum mansion, Lena introduces Angelika to Andreas, the most powerful vampire in Louisiana, and Sebastiaan, the Lycan King of the North America. Handsome, rich and deadly, each man tempts Angelika in his own way. But when Lena is drawn into mortal peril, not even a vampire or a Lycan can save the day. It’s up to Angelika to rescue her sister. And to do so, she must face up to family secrets, seizing the long-denied power that is her birthright.

If you are a fan of the HBO series, True Blood, you will love Hart Attack.

WARNING: This is paranormal romance novel with sexy good times, a couple of naughty Faerie-mortal shifter sisters, an Alpha Lycan King, a smokin’ hot vampire, blood, and explicit language. Gore and closed door sex scenes? Not in this book. 

Excerpt

Sebastiaan already had a temper the size of Texas by the time he arrived at his brother’s elaborate home in the middle of nowhere. Technically, it still remained in St. Tammany Parish but there wasn’t another piece of property for several miles and besides, its ultra-private and woodsy location made it far too close to the bayou for his liking.

It was the perfect place to keep someone against their will and although he wanted to think the worst of Maximillian, they were family. If anything ever happened to him, Max would be next in line and would rightfully become King of North America. How that would work out was beyond him but not really his problem if he was busy taking a dirt nap.

He wasn’t a fool; there was a reason why Max was completely and thoroughly screwed as a person. Their mother had lavished love on her youngest son like it was going out of style. He’d been spoiled and selfish. She’d made him into a sociopath whether she wanted to acknowledge this fact or not.

Sebastiaan stopped his brand new Porsche Cayenne well over a mile from his brother’s home. He shed his clothes and morphed into a werewolf. The full moon was soon upon them but he enjoyed these night runs more than anything. They were a great way to relieve unnecessary tension.

Like his feelings for the highly untouchable Angelika for instance.

Why the hell did he always do this to himself? Why couldn’t he find a good bitch from the Pack to fall for so they could produce nice little pups and settle in for a very fulfilling life? Why did he always fall for these half-breed supes who were completely incompatible with the violence and aggression which was a way of life for a Lycan?

He’d convinced himself it was because he was only half-Lycan himself. He knew much more about his werewolf side than he did his Sidhe but it didn’t mean that part of him wasn’t fascinating.

Both Lena and Angelika knew a lot more about Faeries than he could comprehend and the thought of having someone he could share his fears and weaknesses with was quite exhilarating.

A female Lycan would never understand. To them, any problem could be solved by copious amounts of booze and sex. If that didn’t work then they weren’t adverse to a few lines of Thirst. They were beautiful women and tough as any male—hell they had to be growing up female in a male dominated culture that wasn’t too different from a hardcore biker-type of lifestyle—but he found them to be too hard-edged and jaded for his liking.

Sebastiaan wanted a feminine and gorgeous woman with dainty wrists and even lovelier breasts, a hand-span waist and long legs that could go on forever. He wanted his future bride to look delicate, but underneath be tough as nails.

He had no wish to eat across from a Lycan bitch who enjoyed her meat as rare as he did, which was freshly slaughtered and still bloody. He’d never been attracted to werewolf women but he suspected that had more to do with his relationship with his mother than Lycan women in general.

Max’s house was lit up like Christmas so if he had company, he sure wasn’t hiding him or her.

It was known among the Pack that Max wasn’t exactly all that particular with whom he shared his bed when he was on a bender of Thirst and booze.

Sebastiaan shook his head at that. He knew Thirst was even worse than crack or meth and twice as deadly. It didn’t slowly eat away at your brain cells like normal drugs since the cocaine used was synthetic, manufactured by Vamp Pharmaceuticals. What it did was make you chase a high, and most users died from a heart attack or a stroke. Simply, they overdosed in search of a high that could never again be achieved.

Kandace and Fitch walked out of the front door, both lighting cigarettes.

“Still no smoking inside, huh?” Sebastiaan smirked.

Kandace damn near jumped out of her skin and almost began to morph into werewolf form as she watched him approach her without a stitch of clothing on his body.

“Whoo whee, you better go cover all that up before some of the bitches inside turn into wild animals. You know how Max is about cigarette smoke. He can do bong hits until his eyes roll out of his skull and enough Thirst to sink a fucking animal ,but us tobacco smokers have to do our business on the front porch. Hell, at least he supplies ashtrays,” she said.

Her green eyes were glassy, her stare unfocused as it kept drifting from him to Fitch and back again.

“You’re not exactly sober, are you?”

Fitch came back into view after disappearing for a moment, carrying a pair of distressed blue jeans and a flannel shirt. “They’re a bit musty since they’ve been in my truck but they should do. You can’t go in there with no clothes on, Sebastiaan, you know that.”

Sebastiaan quietly nodded his thanks and quickly dressed himself in the slightly oversized clothes. “Is Max here?”

Kandace sucked on her cancer stick, inhaled deeply and exhaled in a slow, deliberate manner. “You never come to these parties—what are you doing here, Sebastiaan?”

He slid his hands into the oversized jean pockets. “I just heard a rumor I couldn’t believe and I wanted to ask my dear brother if it’s true or not.”

“It isn’t,” Fitch replied as he stepped forward with a menacing manner.

Sebastiaan’s eyes flashed with frost. “What the fuck is this? The Spanish Inquisition? Get Max out here right now, goddamn it! I don’t have to answer to you two fucking Thirst heads.”

Max waved Kandace and Fitch away. “Why don’t you two finish up your smokes ‘round the back.”

His brother looked suave as usual, fresh from a shower. His lightly tanned skin glowed, while his good looking face was clean and free of facial hair. His blue-green eyes sparkled with renewed energy. He carried a bottle of Becks casually in his left hand, lifting it to sensually full lips.

“What are you doing here, Sebastiaan? Slummin’?”

“Why the hell does everyone keep askin’ the same questions like goddamn parrots? Obviously, I’m here to see you,” Sebastiaan mumbled, walking up the steps and collapsing on the white porch swing.

“Is this about that whore disappearing?”

“How would you know about Lena? There has been absolutely no news coverage as Andreas wants to keep this quiet and off the Google newsfeeds. So, my answer to you would be how would you know she is missing at all unless you had something to do with it?”

Max held the Becks bottle tightly in his hand. “I don’t know what you are talking about, bro. I just heard some bayou talk—that’s all. You know how these white trash Cajuns gossip…it could be somethin’, could be nothin’.”

“What’s the talk been about, Max?”

He avoided his brother’s penetrating glare as he finished his beer. “There was some talk about a woman screamin’ the other night and then nothin’ else was heard of her. That’s all I know. What are you doing all the way out here? If the bitch is on a Thirst bender, why would she be all the way out here in our parish? Besides, she always preferred her VA Neg straight up and from the source. Why don’t you try some of those vamp bars on Bourbon Street? Or that vamp whorehouse in the French Quarter?”

“Why exactly would she be in a vamp whorehouse, Max?” Sebastiaan pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to calm himself. “Andreas hasn’t turned her—he refuses to turn any woman except the one who is his life mate.”

“Is his ‘life mate’ supposed to be that bony bitch I saw you two hangin’ around like two fuckers in heat at Thirst?”

“What did you say?”

“You know, the tanned one with no thighs or ass and barely enough tits to grab in a hand. She had long dark hair and intense dark eyes. I didn’t get much of a glimpse but I have no idea why she is so wanted by either one of you. The bitch is downright homely and not attractive at all.”

Sebastiaan could feel his pulse throbbing in his temple his anger ran so deep for his brother at the moment. “She’s…ah…Lena’s younger sister, Angelika.”

Max laughed out loud. “Angelika, huh? Her name should be Elvira…all she needs is the pale white skin and she’s that skinny ass bitch all over again. Why were you and Andreas literally foaming at the mouth for that piece of pussy? It would be like fucking a bag of bones. Now her sister, what a juicy, sweet piece of ass. I can’t believe you let her get away from you.”