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The Vampire Dimitri (A Book of the Regency Draculia, 2) Paperback – April 26, 2011
Miss Woodmore's family has a rather complicated history with the immortals and she herself possesses a keen sensibility far beyond mere women's intuition. Marriage will give her safety, respectability and everything else a proper young lady could wish for. Everything, that is, except passion.
In the looming battle between Dracule factions, all pretenses will shatter as Maia and Dimitri come together in an unholy union of danger, desperation and fiercest desire.
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Who in Lucifer's bloody hell did Miss Maia Woodmore think she was, giving orders to an earl?
Dimitri, the Earl of Corvindale, glared down at the elegant script covering a piece of thick stationery. Feminine, perfectly formed, with only the occasional embellishment and not one ink splotch, the words marched across the page in ruler-straight lines. Even the descenders and ascenders were neat and properly aligned so that none of them overlapped. The stationery smelled like feminine spice and lily of the valley and some other intriguing note that he refused to expend the effort to define.
Naturally her demand was couched in the most proper of syntax, but Dimitri was obviously no innocent when it came to female machinations. Though he strictly avoided womenall of them, especially the mortal oneshe was well-schooled in the way they worked and in reading between the lines, so to speak.
And from what he read between the lines here, Miss Maia Woodmore was annoyed and filled with indignant self-righteousness, just as she had been during that incident in Haymarket three years ago. And she expected him to jump to her whim.
Lord Corvindale, it read, forgive me for contacting you in this untoward manner, but it is only upon the specific direction of my brother, Mr. Charles Woodmore, that I am doing so. (Here he could fairly feel her outrage at being ordered thus by her sibling.)
Mr. Woodmore (who I understand is a business associate of your lordship's) left word that, should I not receive correspondence or communication from him within a fortnight after leaving on his most recent trip to the Continent (which would be by yesterday's date, I8 July, I804) that I must contact you in regards to the wardship of myself and my two sisters, Angelica and Sonia (the latter of whom is safely ensconced at St. Bridie's Convent School in Scotland).
Dimitri paused in this, his third perusal of the letter, to blink and frown at the precise, if not overlong, sentence. And then he went on to roundly curse Chas Woodmore for somehow convincing him to agree to this madness. It had been more than six years ago that Woodmore had culled such a vow from Dimitri, who'd hardly given it another thought since.
Naturally he never expected Woodmore to do anything as imbecilic as he'd done, running off with Narcise Moldavi instead of killing her brother, which was what he'd gone to Paris to do. Narcise's brother, Cezar, one must assume, would be livid.
But at least Woodmore had made arrangements for the safety of his own sisters, in the event Cezar Moldavi realized who was behind his sister's abductionor perhaps it was an elopement, not an abduction. He would have no compunction about taking out his ire on three innocent young women.
Cezar certainly hadn't changed since Vienna. If anything, he'd become even more obsessed with power and control.
Dimitri returned to the letter, trying not to acknowledge the exotic perfume that permeated the paper. One of the many curses of being Dracule was his extraordinary sense of smell. Not terribly pleasant, when out and about on the streets of London, and even less so when trying to avoid scenting something he wished to ignore. Reluctantly he read on.
My brother impressed upon me the seriousness of this manner, and it is only because of his specific and unrelenting urgency that I dare send this letter.
I wish to assure you, Lord Corvindale, that the only reason I am contacting you is because of my brother's express wishes. There is truly no need for you to concern yourself with the guardianship of myself and my sisters, for Chas has often been away on business trips and we have fared just as well during his previous absences with the chaperonage of our cousin and her husband, Mr. and Mrs. Fernfeather.
He recalled that, based upon his single previous interaction with her, Miss Maia Woodmore was also this long-winded in person.
In addition, my upcoming wedding to Mr. Alexander Bradington will shortly put me in the position to act as chaperone for my younger sisters.
Dimitri realized he was crinkling the paper and he reminded himself that the written word, regardless of from whom it came, what language it was in, and what message it bore, was precious. Yes, he'd seen the engagement announcement in the Times some months ago. The news had been welcome to those who followed that sort of on ditwhich certainly didn't include the reclusive Earl of Corvindale.
At that time (Miss Woodmore's perfect hand continued in its no-nonsense manner) your services as guardian to my sisters and myself will no longer be necessary.
In fact, (here her penmanship became the slightest bit thicker and perhaps even more precise) I see no reason for you to bestir yourself in regards to my sisters and myself at all, Lord Cor-vindale. Despite my brother's concern, which I can't help but believe is overly cautious and more than a bit exaggerated, Angelica and I shall fare perfectly well in London on our own until Chas returns.
I look forward to receiving a response at your earliest convenience.
Which meant, Dimitri knew, immediately upon receipt of the letter. Miss Woodmore was thus doomed to disappointment, for the message had arrived early this morning, when he was still asleep at his desk. Not that he would have jumped to respond to her anyway.
She signed her name simply, Maia Woodmore.
And there, for the first time, was a bit of feminine embellishment, just on the lower curve of the M and on the upper swoop of the W.
Unfortunately for Miss Maia Woodmore, Dimitri had already been what was the word? Bestirred.
Indeed, he'd been more than merely bestirred relative to their guardianship. And, he snarled to himself, it was only going to get worse. He was going to have to bring the chits into this very household if he meant to keep them safe from Moldavi and his private army of vampire goons. Damn Chas Woodmore's mortal arse.
Dimitri happened to know that Moldavi was in Paris with his nose permanently inserted in the crack of Napoleon Bonaparte's arseor perhaps this fortnight he was licking the new emperor's bollocksand it would take him some time to send his men after Woodmore and his sisters. But not very much time, despite the war between their two countries.
Which meant that Dimitri must move quickly.
He looked around his study, swathed in heavy curtains to keep out the sun. Books and papers were piled everywhere and shelves lined the walls, crammed full with even more tomes and manuscripts. An utter mess, Mrs. Hun-burgh claimed, but she wasn't allowed into the chamber at all except for a weekly dust and sweep. No one else was allowed in but for the occasional visit by Dimitri's butler or valet.
And blast it, he'd intended to visit the antiquarian bookstore next to Lenning's Tannery again today. He meant to ask the blonde woman, who dressed as if she were a thirteenth century chatelaine instead of a shopkeeper, about referencesscrolls, papyruses, whateverfrom Egypt in particular. He cursed under his breath. Now he wouldn't have the chance.
Napoleon Bonaparte had brought chests and crates of antiquities back from his travels through and conquest of Egypt, and the objects were being sold and distributed throughout Europe. Surely there was something in the ancient world of pharaohs and sun gods that would help Dimitri banish the demon of darkness who'd lured him into an unholy contract decades ago. Even though Vlad Tepes, the Count Dracula, had made his agreement with Lucifer in the fifteenth century, Dimitri suspected that his ancestor hadn't been the first mortal to sell his souland that of his progenyto the devil. The legend ofJohann Faust had become popular after Vlad's agreement, but there had to have been others since the beginning of time. He'd studied manuscripts and writings of the Greeks and Romans, even some from Aramea and other parts of the Holy Land.
Perhaps there would be something he could glean from the Egyptian antiquities and hieroglyphs that would give him direction. Not that anyone had been able to break the code of the Egyptian alphabet yet, but Dimitri was determined to try his hand at it.
After all, he had forever to do it.
And now the stele that had been found in Rosetta several years ago by the French, and was currently in the possession of the Antiquarian Society here in London, looked promising for translating the hieroglyphs. Thus, Dimitri was hopeful. He would love to get his hands on the stone himself, but that would mean having to be around people and playing politics and listening to gossip and jests and having to avoid the sun in public company and all sorts of things he'd much rather avoid.
He'd considered stealingrather, borrowing the so-called Rosetta Stone for a time in order to work on it himself, but in the end decided against it. Perhaps he might break into the British Museum, where it was kept, and make a rubbing of it one nightif he didn't have to spend his bloody time accompanying debutantes to masques and balls. His jaw hurt where his teeth ground together.
There was no way around it.
The two elder Woodmore sisters would soon be overrunning his solitude, upsetting his household and interrupting his studies. And, blast it all, so would Dimitri's own so-called sibling, Mirabellafor naturally, he'd have to bring her into Town, as well. He'd adopted the foundling as his sister some years agoand he supposed he'd put off her debut as long as he could. The very thought of three debutantes in his house made him grind his teeth sourly.
All of them would be disrupting his schedule and nattering on about parties and fetes and balls and whatever else they did. Squealing, laughing, atomizing perfume and spilling powderand Luce's dark soul, Dimitri would have to ensure no one had any rubies with them.
Bloody black hell.
But Dimitri knew that the worst of it was going to be the very proper, very demanding presence of Miss Maia Woodmore.
Here. In this house. Under his very nose.
If Chas Woodmore was still alive when they found him, Dimitri was going to kill the bastard.
Maia Woodmore was fumingwhich was something she rarely lowered herself to do.
In fact, unlike her younger sister Angelica, Maia had forced herself to become a paragon of poise and containment and propriety. Except, it seemed, in the case of contrary, arrogant, annoying earls named Corvindale.
It was as if all of the men in her lifewhether she wanted them there or nothad decided to go off all shilly-shally and leave her to pick up the pieces and manage their leftovers. A task she was, thankfully, more than capable of doing, regardless of whether she wanted to or not. After all, it seemed as if she'd always been in charge, forever trying to make things right, trying to keep her younger sisters safe, well loved and well cared for.
At least, since their parents died.
Included in Maia's mental tirade, along with Corvindale, was her elder brother Chas, who was always haring off somewhere and leaving her to manage thingsnot an easy task when one was an untitled, unmarried, somewhat-rich young woman of the ton. It was his great fortune that she was not only up to the task, but efficient and capable of doing so.
And also included in her annoyance was her fiancé, Alexander Bradington, who'd proposed on her eighteenth birthday, and then went off on a trip to the Continent three months later. He'd been gone for eighteen months.
But the Earl of Corvindale was the absolute worst of the bunch.
Alexander had been engaged in Rome and Vienna for the past several months, delayed because of the war with Francewhich was hardly his fault, she allowed. But she missed him, and if he were here, they could just get married and chaperone Angelica and Sonia themselves.
Chas had once again gone off on some mysterious business trip, but this time, things were different. He'd left behind a note that made it sound as if the world was to end like it had in Pompeii, or France was to invade if he didn't return within a fortnight. To Maia's increasing concern, he hadn't. She'd be blazingly furious with Chas for foisting her and Angelica on the dratted Earl of Corvindale if she weren't so worried that something horrible had happened to their brother.
But Corvindale was here in London, and he had not only ignored her very polite missivewhich had only been sent out of courtesybut now, as she looked up at his dark, hawkish, arrogant face, he raised an eyebrow and eyed her as if she were some sort of crawly insect.
"Of course I received your letter," Corvindale said. His voice was flat with boredom. "I am the only Corvindale, am I not?"
"But you didn't deign to respond," Maia replied, attempting, rather admirably she thought, to keep her voice level.
Although, due to the fact that they were in the midst of a rather large crush at the Lundhames' annual summer ball, she did have to raise its volume to be heard over the conversation and music buffeting against them.
She and Angelica hadn't chosen to attend this event merely because they expected Corvindale to be here; in fact, she rather assumed he wouldn't bother to show at the Lundhames' any more than he had lowered himself to respond to her letter. Everyone knew the earl was a recluse who cared only for ancient manuscripts and scraps of parchment.
But here he was. Lifting that dark brow and looking down at her from his excessive height as if he couldn't spare the time to converse with her. Well, she fumed, the feeling was quite mutual.
"I consider the fact that we are conversing a fair response," Corvindale replied. "Particularly since, as I recall, we've never been properly introduced." His dark eyes gleamed.
Maia's face, blast her fair skin, went warm, and likely pinker than the roses on the shoulders of her cornflower-blue gown. No, indeed, they hadn't ever been formally introduced. But she certainly knew who he wasthe tall, imposing man whose very presence at any social event was cause for the gossips to strain in their corsets to get a glimpse of him let alone happen to speak with the rude, prideful earl.
And he certainly knew who she was and not just because he and Chas had been business associates for years, and occasionally they'd attended the same events. She'd hoped that Corvindale hadn't realized it was she during that horrid night at Haymarket she'd come to think of as the Incident.
Maia held her breath so that the flush would dissipate and tried not to meet his eyes.
- Publisher : MIRA; Original edition (April 26, 2011)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 384 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0778329828
- ISBN-13 : 978-0778329824
- Item Weight : 11 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.38 x 1.05 x 8.25 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #7,530,179 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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- I'd like to give a big shout out to the cover artist. Hot damn!
- Dimitri, when he's not being an overbearing ass, is truly a wonderful character and a very swoon-worthy hero. He's dark, tormented, and determined to Do The Right Thing at all times. But when he lets down his guard...watch out! The smoke literally pours off of the pages during the more sensual scenes between he and Maia. While Voss was much more fun, I think Dimitri is infinitely more sexy. But perhaps that says more about me than it does about him?
- Maia comes off SO much less annoying than she did in the first book. The glimpse into what's going on in her brain allows the reader to feel a lot of sympathy for her character. She's downright likeable!
- In each book in the series, Gleason focuses in on different characters and different moments even though for the most part, this second book is a rehash of the first book (but with a different point of view and a timeline that extends beyond what occurred in "The Vampire Voss"). I absolutely love how cleverly Gleason pulls the curtains back a little bit more each time, revealing tantalizing bits and pieces of the next book.
** side note **Frankly, I cannot wait to find out what happens for Narcise. While I could easily predict which hero would end up with which heroine for the first two books, Gleason has done an excellent job of muddying the waters and making it tough to know the ultimate romantic fate of Narcise. One assumes it would be Chas. But one is starting to wonder if that might not be the case...
- Gleason is a masterful writer with an exquisite attention to detail. There were several instances where I could absolutely "see" a specific scene in my head...something that I struggle to do when reading other books, especially Regency-styled novels where the dialog tends to take center stage.
- As much as I like to read about angst-filled heros, it can get old if it continues for too long. While I respect how dedicated Gleason was towards making Dimitri as tormented as one might expect of a reluctant vampire, I also found myself wanting to smack him upside the head more than once. Kudos to Maia for having faith in the poor man. But I could have used a bit less "stiff upper lip/tormented soul" behavior and a bit more levity. By the last third of the book, his constant need to hide his true nature/desires and wall himself off from other people was just damned annoying and I couldn't wait for the climax so we could get beyond that crap.
- Without providing any spoilers, I feel strongly that the Alexander situation changed far too quickly and dramatically. His dramatic moment felt more like a plot device than anything else and, frankly, it just didn't sit well with me given what we thought we knew about his character.
- Chas taking off to Scotland on the eve of his sister's (or was it sisters'?) wedding(s) seemed pretty lame. We're supposed to believe he's a caring, loving brother who is trying to do the right thing for his siblings even though he often hies off to parts unknown. But the way he asked Dimitri to convey his regrets to Maia just seemed, well, classless. Having said this, I think I want Chas to act like a hero but perhaps Gleason is setting him up for a lesser role, at least for the next book.
Having said that, I still feel Gleason pulled off quite a coup with this book and this series. It's an interesting twist on some VERY worn out themes...and her "Memento"-like plot device gives these books a clever, cinematic quality that keeps the readers guessing even when we think we know what's going to happen next.
I loved this better than Vampire Voss. I think it was the concept of the Beauty and the Beast that made it all the more intriguing. I really love all the love and hate relationship. Its so fun to read! Plus, Dimitri is waaaaay hotter than Voss. And Maia is waaaay better than Angelica. Haha, that didn't make much sense.
Okay, so I kind of skipped some parts in this one because there was repeated conversations and events that was in the first book. That bit kind of put me off a bit. But when I continued reading on, I just couldn't stop reading.
Another 5 stars to Colleen. I'm hesitant on reading Narcise. Mainly because I didn't like her much in the first two books. She just seems so "evil in disguise". BUT I'm looking forward to reading Colleens other work.
I'm not sure I bought the ending though, but I do like the vampire world Ms. Gleason created with her Draculia. At first I wasn't sure about heroes who make a deal with the devil, but it seems to me the devil tricked them into making the deal. I recommend this to readers looking for a different vampire tale and setting.