Vampire Secrets: Book 2 (Blood and Snow Season Two)

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Vampire Secrets is the second book in the second season of
Blood and Snow
. If you haven’t read book one, click on
Vampire Lies
and start there first. As you know, in the first season I released one volume every two to four weeks. If you haven’t read the first season, please do so. It will make your reading experience so much more enjoyable.

In season two I’m going to release one full-length novel, which is the equivalent to four volumes every few months.

I chose to do it this way for two reasons. 1) I hoped it would be seen as a savings to my faithful readers who spent ninety-nine cents for each volume in Season One, and 2) I want to see how it goes.

If
I
like this way better and
you
like this way better, then I’ll continue to release four volumes at once. Either way let me know. I value your opinion.

(((HUGS)))

Enjoy!

Dedication

This book is dedicated to those who love vampires, magic, and twisted fairy tales.

Acknowledgements

I start out with an idea. Shape it. Write it. And then turn it over to amazing people who help make it into something great. For this book those people are: Andrea Garcia, Jen Hendricks, Ali Cross, and my incredibly awesome Street Team. I <3 each of you!

Be careful what you wish for.

I’d heard the saying before. Many times, in fact. Every creature from the fairies to the trolls had repeated the words at least twice throughout my fifteen years.

In a
land like Sharra, where magic was everywhere, granting a wish was as simple as thinking about what I wanted. If I hungered I wished an apple would taste like blood and it would happen. If I needed a drink, I could wish raindrops into blood and drink until I was full.

Of course no one had possessed the power to grant my ultimate wish, the one I’d stayed up nights dreaming about—that I would no longer have wings and I could live the life of a normal teenaged girl.

That was until I met a genie named Laeddin and his creator, Maleficent.

Chapter 1

“Ms. Ryder? Are you listening?” Mr. Henry looked over the top of his reading glasses.

“Uh, sorry. What was the question?” As I spoke I scrunched do
wn in my chair. Several students snickered. One—a guy named Drake—called me a freak. My blood boiled, but I pushed it down. A quick glance at the clock above the door confirmed history class would be over two minutes. Two horrendously long minutes.

“Was the Civil War necessary to abolish slavery
?” Mr. Henry, or as his adoptive sons and their sons liked to call him: Professor Pops stood and came around his desk, removing his reading glasses and tucking them into the pocket of his tan sweater. I would never tell him this, but the students at school called him Mr. Rogers. The description fit. He always wore a sweater over a button down shirt and he always wore slacks with the same pair of loafers. Personally, I thought it was weird he’d mostly retired from teaching at Harvard and taken a job as a high school teacher. I had the feeling he didn’t need the money. Plus he said he liked it. Who was I to question his sanity? I knew he was really old, like more than a thousand. So it probably had something to do with him wanting to pass the time.

I hadn’t been in school for more than a month while my body healed and my mind worked through the
loss of my wings. Professor Pops had taken some time off as well. Laeddin said he’d gone to help one of his sons, a boy by the name of Cole. I’d never met him, but apparently he’d gotten himself into some kind of trouble. I was thinking drugs, but didn’t know for sure.

Troy,
one of Professor Pops’ grandsons had gone with him. He was back too, but wasn’t the same. His smile was gone. The girl he’d been making out with now gave him dirty looks in the hall when they passed.

“Ms. Ryder?” Mr. Henry said again
.

I snapped out of it. “
Abolishing slavery was necessary. Equal rights for all is an intrinsic part of every human life. As for the—”

The bell rang. Thank the gods of all realms.

Mr. Henry returned to his seat. We weren’t excused until he said so. But I felt the tension in the room. It was Friday and this was the last class of the day. Everyone had their books closed and in their arms, ready to bolt as soon as Mr. Henry gave the word.

“Your paper on the very question I just asked Ms. Ryder is due next Wednesday. If you haven’t started, you’d better take some time this weekend. I want you to give me your honest opinion and back it up.”

I heard several classmates groan. I think I was one of them. I hadn’t started my paper yet, though I had an idea about what I wanted to say.

Mr. Henry removed his glasses from his pocket
again and slid them on his nose. “You are excused. Have a good weekend.”

I waited for a girl I didn’t know and her friend to pass by
my desk. I went to stand, but heard a hiss in my ear. “Freak.” It was Drake.

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