How much to share

Christian Du Maure, the vampire in my debut novel Immortal Obsession is morally conflicted and is not sure how to move ahead. Should he be upfront and honest with Amanda, his mortal lover, or tell her only what she needs to know to keep her safe? Meeting with Michel, his best friend, atop Belvedere Castle in Central Park they debate whether or not to tell her the truth about something they both know but have kept from her and now he is back home and no closer to a decision.

Christian could feel the winter rays of the sun approaching as he hit the keypad and opened their front door. The house was quiet. Both Amanda and Tony were still asleep. Michels' plan sounded so simple but Christian knew about the best laid plans. The thought of leaving Amanda in New York made his stomach tighten. Tony could no more protect either of them from another vampire and Christian would never tell Tony the truth. It would put them both in more jeopardy.

Michel stopped him on the second floor landing.

"Think about it, mon ami. We could be there and back in a months' time and perhaps by then, Amanda may suspect something. Let her go back to her museum where she seems to be the most content and get back to her little life, sans the undead."

It almost sounded rational but Christian knew he would need to think it over yet there was not much time.

"Tonight, I'll have more time to mull it over Michel. It sounds good in theory but if another vampire discovered her secret—"

"Think on it. The faster you decide the faster we are able to go home."

Home.

New York City had been home since 1901 and the thought of leaving it frightened him. Paris was a painful memory, one he did not relish reliving, but there was no other way and Michel was already back in a city that Christian thought he would never see again.

"I am tired Michel. We'll talk tomorrow night."

As Christian passed his bedroom door on the third floor he could hear Amanda's rhythmic breathing which gave him comfort. He headed up to the fourth floor to the attic he had converted into a temporary resting place; complete with a brass bed and an armoire. As he undressed and slid underneath the covers, the cool silk sheets enveloped him and as he tried to imagine roaming the streets of Paris again, the sun rose and his death-like sleep claimed him for one more day.

Excerpt ~ Blood Kiss [Book Two in The Enchanted Bloodine Series]