An Element of Time
Eternal Flame Series: Book One
By: Bebe Knight
Releasing September 24th, 2013 through Solstice Publising
A vampire and a slayer walk into a bar… Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, but for Veronica and Mackenzie, it’s the beginning of the rest of their lives…
The world has seen its fair share of evil, but Veronica Chase had no idea such monsters truly existed. Werewolves, poltergeists, witches… even vampires. Ignorance was bliss. But her reality was crushed on that horrid day her family was taken away from her. Now, Veronica has devoted her entire life to hunting those very creatures, searching for the werewolf pack that murdered her parents in hopes of finding her abducted sister. Nothing will get in her way of settling the score for the hand she was unjustly dealt. That is until her newest assignment brings her to her knees.
After one hundred and eight years on earth, Mackenzie Jones thought he had seen it all. With the exception of daylight of course, but that’s what comes with the territory being a vampire and all. Perpetually damned to live his life as a bartender in the shadows of the night, nothing has sparked his interest lately. Just once he wished something exciting would happen in his mundane life. Little did he know, his wish was about to come true. Walking through the door to his bar, and into his heart, Mackenzie allows love to take the wheel for the first time. There’s just one slight problem. She’s there to kill him.
Bebe Knight is the author of the paranormal romance series, The Eternal Flame Books. She lives in Upstate NY with her husband and son. Writing has always been a part of her life whether it be books, plays, or handwritten letters to friends and family. It’s a dream come true for her to be able to share herstories with others.
And here's a little teaser
As Veronica swayed gently in the rocking chair, she gazed up at the clear night sky and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. The nearly full moon sat right above the giant oak tree in the front yard, the one she and Stella used to climb and swing from the bottom branch, suspended from their knees. Her mom was always afraid they were going to fall on their heads. She remembered how her dad would always tell her mom, “If you don’t let them learn for themselves, they’ll never understand.”
Her attention drifted from the tree to the front steps. She recalled sitting on the steps as if it were yesterday, playing Barbie’s with Stella while her mother sat in the rocking chair and her father mowed the lawn. She also remembered sitting on those very steps the night of her parents’ murder, watching as the coroner and paramedics carried their covered bodies from the house to the ambulance. Veronica closed her eyes, trying to push back the memories, but it was too late. The thread began to unravel, undoing all the painstaking work she had done to keep them coiled up inside. Maybe it was a wasted effort. Maybe she was broken for life, forced to live in this repetitive moment of hell. Maybe, but she had to stay strong; if not for her own sake, then for Stella’s.