Viktor
Happy Evil After:
Book One
By Sarah Marsh
When the heroes have
reputations like these, who needs a villain?
Blurb:
Have you ever read a fairy tale and wondered why the goody two-shoe
Princes and Princesses were always the ones who got their happy endings?
Pandora is a Fairy Godmother who’s never fit in with her own people.
Only she has the power…and the attitude, to step in and help those who others
have decided aren’t worthy of a happy ending. How hard could it be to
manipulate some of the most feared beings in their world?
Viktor has spent his entire un-dead life being the bogey man to the
paranormal community and that’s the way he wants to keep it....with everyone
else far away from him. When the opportunity arises to take his revenge on his
nemesis, he can’t resist—even if it means risking his reputation and rescuing
the damsel in distress.
Halle never expected to find herself in need of a savior, especially one
with a reputation like Viktor’s. But she’s used to listening to her instincts
and her cat trusts the strange woman who pops up and claims to have some
solutions.
If a girl can’t trust her own Fairy Godmother, then what is this world
coming to?
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Excerpt:
“I mean you no harm, lady. You can go. I’m only
here for what’s in the car,” he said slowly walking towards her. She was a cute
little thing, all soft curves with golden skin and hair.
“Ummm, yeah, about that … I’m what’s in the
car, Mr. Krescech. You have to take me with you out of here,” she said almost
nervously, those big green eyes pleading with him.
Clearly, she was also insane. What was with
the women he was running into this week? Viktor had had more than his fair
share of groupies throwing themselves at him in the bars, wanting to take a
walk on the wild side for a few hours, but this wholesome little beauty
certainly didn’t look like the type, so he had no idea exactly what she was
asking him for.
“I don’t think so,” he said, moving past her
towards the open back door to search the car.
“Seriously, there’s nothing else in the car. They
were taking me from my family and my pard to be married to Conrad. I have to go
with you to get away from him,” she continued, putting her tiny little hands on
her very curvy hips in a way that distracted him far more than it should have.
Interesting, so this little number was a leopard
shifter? Viktor hadn’t really had any interaction with the pard in this
country, but by reputation, they were a good lot. Why on Earth would she agree
to marry Conrad?
“I don’t rescue damsels in distress. I eat them,”
he said with a flash of fang. “So run along, little kitten.”
The tiny spitfire threw her hands dramatically up
in the air and sighed loudly.
“You just saved me from a life of baby-making slavery.
Aren’t you supposed to whisk me away to your super-secret villain lair and
ravish me? Sheesh, where’s your follow-through?”
Viktor just stood there and stared at her for a
moment. He didn’t know whether to laugh at her ridiculous statement or take her
up on her offer and bend her over right here on the trunk of Conrad’s car. He
was extremely turned on by the fact that she didn’t seem the least bit afraid
of him. He’d always tried to pretend that his reputation in the paranormal
community pleased him, that it helped him by keeping the rabble away. But deep
down it bothered him that everyone always thought the worst of him. His honor
was just yet another thing that Melisandre and Conrad had stolen from him when
they took his mortality.
“Don’t you know who I am, woman?” he finally said
as she just stood there looking at him expectantly.
“Yes, I know who you are. Who else is capable of
keeping me out of Conrad’s douchy hands?” she said sounding a little impatient.
“Don’t you have a family you can go to?” he asked,
still wondering why he was even standing here talking to her.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Once she’d said
the word “slavery” he knew he couldn’t leave her to Conrad’s tender mercies.
Viktor knew more about slavery than he ever wanted to, and no being should ever
be held against their will. That and he had seen firsthand what Conrad enjoyed
doing to women. It still sickened him to think back to the horrors he’d had to
witness as Melisandre’s pet.
“If I go back to my family they’d just have to hand
me right back over to him again. My pard owes him a blood debt, and I am the
payment. I need this to look like Conrad’s men lost me in the confrontation
with you. This needs to be his fault, as otherwise, it will start a war between
my family and his coven,” she said, stepping ever closer.
She stood so close now that Viktor could smell the
strawberry and coconut scent of her shampoo. Good Gods, she smells good
enough to eat.
“Why would you think that I should care whether or
not this starts a war for your people? I will not be fighting in it,” he
answered, trying to sound like he didn’t care one way or another.
“Because I think that you hate Conrad just as much,
if not more than I do, and there’s nothing he wants more than to possess me,”
she answered quietly, her huge green eyes staring right into his grey ones.
She was right of course. There was no one on this
Earth that he hated as much as he hated Conrad. That’s what he told himself
anyway when he ultimately decided he would take the girl with him—whether it
was the whole truth about his motivations or not.
“First, tell me how your pard was thoughtless
enough to enter into a blood debt with a killer like Conrad?”
“It’s not like we had any choice. My father was
jumped one night by a bunch of rogues, and Conrad just happened to be
there to offer his assistance … for a price.”
The venom in her voice clearly stated that she
suspected they’d been set up. The rogues were most likely paid to attack by
Conrad himself. It was a trick the coward had used over and over again.
“Fine,” he said with a sigh. “You can come with me,
but just until we find somewhere to stash you that Conrad cannot reach you.”
“Thank you!” she said with a squeal just before she
reached up and hugged him before he could stop her. “I’m Halle, by the way.”
Clearly, his reputation was never going to
recover from this if anyone saw him being hugged in the alley, but with her
luscious frame leaning against his, smelling so sweet, he had a difficult time
finding a reason to care.
Author Bio:
Sarah Marsh was
born in British Columbia where she still lives, she has only recently began her
writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to
five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and
when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even
further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own.
Sarah’s also a former
pastry chef and spends a lot of time cooking and baking for friends and family
as well as painting and knitting. Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any
kind…she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because
they can almost see the bottom of their food dish.
When it comes to
life in general she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and
that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker
for a happy ending.
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