The Blood Chronicles Trilogy (The Blood Chronicles)

Bentham, New Jersey
A bustling city filled with history, friendly people, and prominent citizens
Where not everyone is what they seem….

Blood of the Beast:

There is a scent that fills the night, far more delicate than the beat of the heart, more fragile than the whisper of breath escaping human lungs.
The echo that fills the darkness is the scent of blood pulsating through the mortal body.
Commonly overlooked by those among the living, it is a sound fervently sought by those residing on the fringes of the world existing between the living and the undead.
Blood is what the beast craves.
Detective Valentina Kureyev had been assigned to one of the worst murder cases of the century. A serial killer haunted the streets of her city, depositing bloodless corpses throughout the section of town known as Little Europe.
She hadn't a clue to the identity of the culprit.
The case was hopeless.
The terror was real.
As real as Demetri Daskova.
The Professor of Russian Antiquities had been targeted with the murderer's special form of a calling card. Val couldn't turn away from his offer of aide in the bizarre case, even though he whispered tales of 'those that walked on the dark side of the moon' and the beast that hungrily fed on human blood.

He was the primary suspect.

Blood Moon:

I wrote torrid historical romances for a living.
I’d be the first to admit writing was my love. Through the pages of a novel, I could live in a realm clouded by daydreams and fantasy. I preferred to exist in a world filled with imagination---where life ended with that eternal Happily Ever After.
Reality didn't prepare me for the horror I witnessed on a cold September night.
He had died in my arms, the victim of a vicious and brutal crime.
I would never forget his gasping words or the molten gold of his eyes. He held my hand in his icy touch as that final gasp of breath escaped his lips.
Haunted, I left the city soon afterward, tormented by his handsome image.
I had been with him when he died.
Then, why, was he on my doorstep?

Tears of Blood:

In the heyday of young Hollywood, one man wore the title of the darling bad boy of the Silver Screen. Embracing the label, Amado Gianni swept the cinema with his dark looks and sultry charm, and women fell at his feet in adoration.
A chance meeting with a dark soul, took everything from him. Left a shadow in the modern world, his existence was in constant combat with the forces of good and evil.
Meghan Stanley was a lost soul, battling the inescapable odds mounting against her. Blind, with a human seeking to destroy her, she was unaware of her appeal to the undead.
Fate would join them in a battle of survival…one filled with tears of blood.