Vikings, Navy SEALs, Viking vampire angels, oh my! All three are featured in Even Vampires Get the Blues, the sixth sizzling entry in New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sandra Hill’s Deadly Angels series. The series focuses on the oh-so-sexy Vangels—an elite group of Vikings-turned-vampire/angels as punishment for their vigorous embodiment of the seven deadly sins ages ago.
Even Vampires Get the Blues features Harek Sigurdsson, who was a brilliant Viking with an insatiable hunger for wealth and all its trappings. Now a Vangel, his otherworldly mission teams him with a Navy SEAL who’s more than his match— she’s his predestined mate…
The fact that vampire angel Harek was a Norseman in his mortal life doesn’t make thawing out after exile in Siberia any easier. But things heat up when his search for evil Lucipires connects him with Camille Dumaine, a human who thrums with sensual energy that can mean only one thing: she’s the mate Harek’s been seeking for centuries…
The SEALs call her “Camo” for her ability to blend into a crowd— yet Harek’s intense blue gaze singles Camille out like a white-hot spotlight. The security wiz was hired to help bring down a ruthless band of international terrorists, but Camille senses an unspoken agenda— besides Harek’s bold declaration that she’s his “destiny.” It’s just Camille’s luck that the sexiest man she’s ever met may also be… a vampire! Smart, sexy, and funny, Sandra Hill fans are sure to love the latest Deadly Angels book!
Everything he touched turned to gold, or leastways aconsiderable profit, and thank the gods for that, because HarekSigurdsson was a brilliant Viking with an insatiable hunger for wealth and all its trappings.
It didn’t matter that he had vast holdings in theNorselands, an estate in Northumbria, several hirds of warriorswho served under him when called to battle by one grab-land king or another (Harek was a much-sought battle strategist), amber fields in the Baltics, trading stalls in the marketplaces of Hedeby, Kaupang, and the Coppergate section of Jorvik, a fleet of twelve longships and two knarrs, and numerous chests filled with coins, jewels, and rare spices. It was never enough! Not to mention three wives and six concubines … or was it seven?
Not that he wanted or needed any more wives orconcubines. Like many Viking men (hah! men of all lands, truth to tell), he was betimes guided by a body rudder known for its lackwittedness when it fancied a woman. The Wise Ones had the right of it when they proclaimed: A cock has no brain. Well, at the ripe old age of twenty and nine, he had finally taken a sip from Odin’s famed well of knowledge. Infuture, when he came upon a comely woman, he would bed her, not wed her, then send her on her merry way with a pat on the rump and a pouch of gold coins.Cheaper that way and lots less trouble!
Harek had just completed a meeting with Toriq Haraldsson, his agent here in Hedeby. Toriq had once been a hersiroverseeing Harek’s Norse housecarls. Unfortunately, the fierce swordsman had lost an arm in battle. Harek had no qualms about hiring the handicapped man as his business representative.Loyalty and honesty were more important in that role than fighting skills. Besides, Toriq had once saved Harek’s life in battle at a time when Harek had been young and not yet so adept in fighting. A berserk Dane had been about to lop off Harek’svery head. Suffice it to say, the wergild for a highborn man’shead was enormous.
As they walked side by side on the raised plank walkways that crisscrossed the busy market center, men and women alikeglanced their way, not just because of their impressive Norseheight and finely sculpted features. Their attire—fur-linedcloaks, gold brooches fastening shoulder mantles, soft leatherhalf boots—could support a tradesman’s family for years.
Unaware or uncaring of the attention, Toriq scowled andgrumbled under his breath. Toriq was not happy with Harektoday.
“Spit it out, man. What troubles you?”
“This latest venture of yours … it ill-suits a man of your stature,” Toriq said, but then he had to step aside to accommodate a crowd that had gathered to watch a craftsman blowing blue glass into a pitcher. Other artisans werehammering gold and silver into fine jewelry. In fact, Hareknoticed an etched armband he might purchase later. In otherstalls, workers could be seen carving wood and ivory, or firing clay pots in kilns behind the trading tables.
Hedeby was an exciting city, always something going on.To Harek, the bustle of commerce, the sounds of money beingmade, were like music to the ears. There wasn’t anything that couldn’t be purchased here, from the prized walrus rope that was cut in a single spiral strip from shoulder to tail, to—well—to his latest venture.
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Sandra Hill is a graduate of Penn State and worked for more than 10 years as a features writer and education editor for publications in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. Writing about serious issues taught her the merits of seeking the lighter side of even the darkest stories. She is the wife of a stockbroker and the mother of four sons.