Marchwood Vampire Series, Book 3

by Shalini Boland

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Tour Dates: April 27, 2016

BLURB

A dark and suspenseful vampire

adventure that spans the centuries from modern-day England to the wilds of

ancient Scythia.

Maddy and Alex are running

scared. The Cappadocian vampires are closing in. But Alex is so busy worrying

about the vampires, he can’t see the terrible threat right under his nose…

Something else is hunting

Alexandre. Something ancient and powerful.

Be swept away in this

heart-pounding tale of ancient legend, star-crossed love and nail-biting

supernatural adventure. This is the climatic finale of The Marchwood Vampire

Series. 

EXCERPT

Tommo took his mug of

Cheerios over to his desk and began eating. Over the crunch of cereal, he heard

distant fireworks. It wasn’t even eight o’clock yet, and already people were

celebrating the New Year. Why was everyone so eager to get to next year,

anyway? Were their lives really so bad that they needed to constantly look

forward to tomorrow and next week and next month and next year?

Hold on… that noise?

He had thought it was fireworks, but… The hair on the back of Tommo’s neck

began to prickle. He realised that the popping sound might not actually be

distant fireworks. It might be something a lot closer – like maybe a light

tapping at his window.

Tommo placed his mug

and spoon down on the desk, and carefully finished chewing the contents of his

mouth. From the dark window, his own scared reflection stared back at him.

Surely he must have imagined the noise. His apartment was four floors up, and

there was no balcony. No tree with branches that could be scraping against the

window. But, there it was again. A rhythmic tap, tap, tap.

Tommo pushed himself

away from the window, his chair rolling backward over the parquet floor. The

tapping had now been replaced by a squeaking sound. What the… Was that a circle

appearing on the window? Yes, someone was drawing a large circle on the window

with their fingernail! He had to be hallucinating. Maybe the milk was off and

he was coming down with food poisoning.

Just then, the circle

of glass moved. It tipped out of the window and crashed onto his computer

monitor. Tommo jumped up in terror, as the glass slid down and landed with a

thud on his desk, unbroken. A rush of frigid air flew into the apartment. Tommo

gasped, too scared to run or even scream.

He had to get out of

here. He had to leave the apartment. But he hadn’t left the apartment in

months. Someone or something was out there in the darkness. An arm came through

the empty circle of air. Tommo panted in fear, pushed the chair out of his way

and backed up against his front door. Someone was climbing through the window.

Coming to get him.

In the blink of a

cursor, that someone appeared in front of him, staring down at his face with

murderous eyes. Tommo shrank back even further, trying to melt into the wooden

door, wishing he had the courage to open it and run away from whoever this was.

‘Who are you?’ he

squeaked. ‘What do you want? Take whatever you need. Just, please, don’t hurt

me.’

‘Tommo,’ the man

said. How did he know his name? This man wasn’t like anyone Tommo had ever met

before. He was blonde and pale, with piercing eyes and the whitest teeth. He

looked like a character from one of his games. He wasn’t quite a man either. More, a boy. But the scariest

boy he’d ever seen. Young and old at the same time. Like an angel, or a devil.

Not… human.

‘You had a visitor

today,’ the man-boy continued, his voice a hissing whisper. The trace of a

foreign accent.

‘A visitor?’ Tommo

repeated. He felt as though he was watching himself from above, his mind

divorced from his body.

‘Yes. A girl.’

‘She came here, yes,’

Tommo stammered.

‘She asked you to do

something for her. But you said no. Why did you say no?’

‘I… I… can do it. If

you want me to do it. I can do what she asked.’

‘Now.’

‘Yes, yeah, sure. It…

it might take a while, though. A few hours at least.’

‘A photograph has

been sent to your phone and to your email,’ the man said. ‘Email back when you

find a match for the girl in the photo.’

‘What happens if I

can’t find a match?’

The man bent down, so

his face was millimetres from his own. ‘Do you see the hole I made in your

window, Tommo?’

Tommo nodded.

‘Look at it,’ the man

said. He took hold of Tommo’s chin and turned his face toward the window, to

the newly made hole. The man’s hand was hard and cold like ice. Not like a

human hand at all.

‘I can see. I can see

the window, and I can see the hole.’

‘Good,’ replied the

man. ‘It’s a long way down, Tommo. A long way down.’

Tommo felt sick. He

felt the Cheerios working their way back up his gullet.

‘Remember,’ the man

said, letting go of Tommo’s chin. ‘Find the girl in the photo.’

And then the man was

gone. Just like that. Gone. And Tommo’s Cheerios finally made a reappearance

all over the parquet floor.

ABOUT

Shalini Boland lives in Dorset,

England with her husband and two noisy boys. Before kids, she was signed to

Universal Music Publishing as a singer/songwriter, but now she spends her days

writing dark adventures (in between doing the school run and hanging out endless

baskets of laundry).

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