Xandria Drake: Ancient Rising
Xandria Drake #1
Laura C. Cantu
Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal Fantasy
Publisher: Serendipity Digital Media KC
Date of Publication: November 13, 2013
ISBN: 978-0988585102
Number of pages: 448
Cover Artist: Laura C. Cantu
When you learn your life is a lie, who do you trust?
“When an unusual carnival pulls into town, Xandria Drake has no clue this mystical fairground will thrust her into a thrilling world of mystery, deception, and danger. Her predictable existence will soon be transformed into a turbulent reality where magic reigns, and creatures of fantasy are just as tangible as her ballroom dancing trophies. New revelations will send Xandria on a quest in which she is forced to question everything and everyone, including the man of her dreams, Viktor.
When Viktor confesses his interest in Xandria, she couldn’t be happier. Her joy quickly fades, however, when Viktor reveals he is a vampire. Xandria is soon forced to face shadowy and obscure dangers she never knew existed, and on the coattails of the impending darkness rides Viktor’s greatest rival andXandria’s ultimate temptation, Sebastian Vespera.
Will Xandria’s love for Viktor be enough? Or will Sebastian’s seductions ensnare Xandria in a fierce and powerful romance? How will Xandria cope with the forbidden knowledge she gains? Mysterious, magical, and compelling, Xandria Drake: Ancient Rising is witty when you want it to be and serious when it needs to be. This paranormal fantasy novel will capture you from the beginning and won’t let you go until long after the story is finished.”
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/NlmAQNJozlk
Excerpt:
His pale golden
eyes flamed with glints of orange and burned with intensity and promises of
dark, forbidden passion. The man’s chiseled face screamed rebellion, arrogance,
and strife. He was the kind of man my mother told me to avoid; the kind you
want to take home and fix; the kind you want to tame. He flicked his head to
the side, flinging his long dark-brown hair out of his face. Then he slipped
off his black trench coat in one flowing movement and rolled up the cuffs of
his white, semi-translucent button-up shirt. He obviously knew my eyes followed
his every movement because he allowed the neckline of his shirt to gape open
more than it should have. My eyes traced the golden-tanned curves of his smooth
athletic chest.
eyes flamed with glints of orange and burned with intensity and promises of
dark, forbidden passion. The man’s chiseled face screamed rebellion, arrogance,
and strife. He was the kind of man my mother told me to avoid; the kind you
want to take home and fix; the kind you want to tame. He flicked his head to
the side, flinging his long dark-brown hair out of his face. Then he slipped
off his black trench coat in one flowing movement and rolled up the cuffs of
his white, semi-translucent button-up shirt. He obviously knew my eyes followed
his every movement because he allowed the neckline of his shirt to gape open
more than it should have. My eyes traced the golden-tanned curves of his smooth
athletic chest.
“Bonsoir,
mademoiselle. I am Sebastian Vespera. I must insist on seeing you this
evening.”
mademoiselle. I am Sebastian Vespera. I must insist on seeing you this
evening.”
Long fingers and
a broad palm extended toward me, intent on shaking my hand. His silky voice
caressed parts of my body best left unnamed. Oh my.
a broad palm extended toward me, intent on shaking my hand. His silky voice
caressed parts of my body best left unnamed. Oh my.
I stood there,
unmoving, admiring him.
unmoving, admiring him.
Ebony cleared
her throat as she observed our interaction from behind the counter. I blinked
and recovered from my moment of obvious obsession. The man smirked. His five
o’clock shadow added virility and ruggedness to his appearance.
her throat as she observed our interaction from behind the counter. I blinked
and recovered from my moment of obvious obsession. The man smirked. His five
o’clock shadow added virility and ruggedness to his appearance.
I covered my
eyes with my right palm for a second and then rested it on my forehead as if I
were tired. “Please excuse me. May I ask, what did you say?” I tried to be as
polite as possible.
eyes with my right palm for a second and then rested it on my forehead as if I
were tired. “Please excuse me. May I ask, what did you say?” I tried to be as
polite as possible.
“My name is
Sebastian Vespera.”
Sebastian Vespera.”
I recognized his
accent: French. There was something else too—something my mind refused to
recognize–fangs?
accent: French. There was something else too—something my mind refused to
recognize–fangs?
“Please, Miss
Drake. It is imperative for me to receive a treatment from you this evening.”
Drake. It is imperative for me to receive a treatment from you this evening.”
Something about
his request drew me to place my palm in his awaiting hand. Unexpectedly, a jolt
of energy forced a path up my arm as our fingers and palms locked together. My
entire body jerked and buzzed as if I had been hit with a thousand little volts
of static electricity. Simultaneously, voracious lust swarmed inside me like a
hive of angry bees. The sensations made it impossible to concentrate. Searching
for my attention, his calloused hand squeezed mine.
his request drew me to place my palm in his awaiting hand. Unexpectedly, a jolt
of energy forced a path up my arm as our fingers and palms locked together. My
entire body jerked and buzzed as if I had been hit with a thousand little volts
of static electricity. Simultaneously, voracious lust swarmed inside me like a
hive of angry bees. The sensations made it impossible to concentrate. Searching
for my attention, his calloused hand squeezed mine.
I shook my head
and blinked. Think! Think! My voice came out high and breathy when I said, “Please,
Mr. Vespera. Come this way.”
and blinked. Think! Think! My voice came out high and breathy when I said, “Please,
Mr. Vespera. Come this way.”
He dropped my
hand and nodded. “As you desire.”
hand and nodded. “As you desire.”
His intoxicating
scent chose that moment to fill my nostrils. My body shuddered before I turned
around and took a step toward the first treatment room.
scent chose that moment to fill my nostrils. My body shuddered before I turned
around and took a step toward the first treatment room.
Ebony fanned
herself and muttered, “Oh Lordy, this ain’t gonna be pretty.”
herself and muttered, “Oh Lordy, this ain’t gonna be pretty.”
Laura C. Cantu is a multitalented artist, visionary, and humanitarian. Throughout her life, she has felt an overwhelming desire explore the mysteries of the unknown and to expand her awareness and experiences. By allowing her perspective to shift and change, Laura has learned to unleash her imagination and use it to guide her through creative processes. She passionately follows her dreams and has achieved high levels of success in her various careers. As a professional dancer, Laura won six national titles and placed fourth in the Professional Argentine Tango World Championships. She also stretched her creative muscles as a visual artist with drawings that toured across the globe. Adding to her diverse accomplishments, Laura earned her master’s degree in Oriental Medicine in 2012, which has afforded her opportunities to assist many along their journeys to realizing wellness.
Despite her already jeweled career, there is another passion Laura delights in—the art of storytelling. Her first young adult fantasy novel, Xandria Drake: Ancient Rising, earned rave reviews and a Goodreads' book of the month award. Currently working on The Vathylite Realms, Laura is harnessing and focusing her energies to craft engaging stories that are meant to bring joy, inspiration, and awareness to all who read them.
Laura is on a mission to live a life of inspiration, truth, and empowerment. With future books pending release, she continues to dance as a hobby, study energetics and wellness, and explore her imagination. Laura also enjoys drawing and creating 3D art and animations, hiking, meditation, playing guitar, and spending time with her family, friends, and pets.
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