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  Rediscover Atlantis, the mythical world of immortals, magic and dark seduction that came before The Lords of the Underworld…

  He is Layel, king of the vampires, a master seducer no woman can deny. But since a rogue horde of dragons killed his beloved over two centuries ago, Layel has existed only for vengeance…until he meets Delilah.

  Wary of love, the beautiful Amazon wants nothing to do with the tormented vampire. Yet there’s no denying their consuming desire every time he nears her.

  Neither trusts the other—nor can they survive alone. For in an impossible game of the gods’ devising, they’ve been trapped on an island, about to face the ultimate challenge: surrender to the passion that will bind them forever…or be doomed to an eternity apart.

  Look for the rest of Gena Showalter’s Atlantis series: The Amazon’s Curse, Heart of the Dragon, Jewel of Atlantis and The Nymph King, available now.

  Originally published in 2009

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  “Showalter’s signature blend of sizzling attraction, breathtaking worlds, and lethal stakes rocks me every time!”

  —Sylvia Day, #1 New York Times bestselling author

  “With compelling stories and memorable characters, Gena Showalter never fails to dazzle.”

  —Jeaniene Frost, New York Times bestselling author

  “[O]ne of the premier authors of paranormal romance. Gena Showalter delivers an utterly spell-binding story!”

  —Kresley Cole, #1 New York Times bestselling author

  “Showalter makes romance sizzle on every page!”

  —Jill Shalvis, New York Times bestselling author

  “The Showalter name on a book means guaranteed entertainment.”

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  “Gena Showalter is a romantic genius."

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  “Showalter writes fun, sexy characters you fall in love with!”

  —Lori Foster, New York Times bestselling author

  THE VAMPIRE’S BRIDE

  GENA SHOWALTER

  Dear Reader,

  Since the first title in my Atlantis series, Heart of the Dragon, was published in 2005, I’ve been asked how I thought to combine the lost city of Atlantis with the creatures of lore. The answer is simple: what if. What if mythical gods hid their greatest mistakes inside Atlantis and that’s why the city is buried under the sea?

  One question branched into a thousand others, each more intriguing than the last. What if a dragon shape-shifter is forced to guard the portal that leads to his home, tasked with killing anyone who enters—even the woman of his dreams (Heart of the Dragon)? What if a modern man is sent inside the forbidden land to steal its greatest treasure…who just happens to be a beautiful female he can’t resist (Jewel of Atlantis)? What if the king of the nymphs can seduce everyone he encounters—except the woman he loves (The Nymph King)? I hope you’ll join me on these journeys through Atlantis, where the creatures of myth and legend walk, peril lurks around every corner and forbidden passions ignite. Even readers familiar with the books might find a few new surprises in these slightly revised versions!

  Now, in my brand-new tale of Atlantis, In The Vampire’s Bride, the final tale set in Atlantis, I answer the question readers asked for years: what if the villain in all those earlier stories, the vampire king who has tortured and hated and warred, got a story of his own?

  Wishing you all the best,

  Gena Showalter

  To Jill Monroe (the author, not the hard-hitting

  journalist of Author Talk) for loving vampires

  as much as I do.

  To Sheila Fields, Donnell Epperson and

  Betty Sanders for saying, “What about

  a paranormal Survivor?”

  To Pennye Edwards for always taking care of me.

  To Kresley Cole, Melissa Francis,

  Marley Gibson, Kristen Painter, Louisa Edwards,

  Maria Geraci, Pamela Harty, Elaine Spencer,

  Deidre Knight, Roxanne St. Claire and (again)

  Jill Monroe for making me laugh—

  and spit up blueberries.

  Lastly, to Jill Monroe (the hard-hitting journalist

  of Author Talk, not the author) for asking the

  questions readers really want to know.

  CONTENTS

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  PROLOGUE

  LAYEL, KING OF THE VAMPIRES, hated son of Atlantis, fought so fervently against his chains that the metal cut past skin and muscle, nearly slicing into bone. He did not care, continued to struggle. What use were his hands without his beloved to caress?

  Susan. Inside his mind, the name was a prayer, a scream of desolation and a wail of sorrow, all twisted into an agonizing spiral of shame. How could he have allowed this to happen?

  “Release him,” someone said. Layel would have looked at the speaker, but he could not pull his gaze from his woman. Or rather, what was left of her. “Let him see up close what he has wrought upon himself.”

  Footsteps pounded. There was a tug on one wrist, then the other, and the chains gave way.

  Weak, nearly drained of blood, Layel tried to step away from the iron fence that propped him up, but his knees gave out and he collapsed. With the impact, hot breath abandoned him and reality settled deep. I’m too late. They kept me chained long enough to ensure she could not be turned. I cannot save her. He gagged. Gods, oh, gods.

  Susan lay a few feet away, her once vibrant, beautiful body now stripped, violated and burned. Around him, the dragons responsible laughed, their voices floating in and out of his consciousness.

  “…deserved this and more.”

  “…and look at him now.”

  “…pathetic. He never should have been crowned king.”

  Layel had left Susan in his palace, safe, happily drowsy and snuggled in bed, while he and a contingent of warriors doused a fire in the surrounding forest. He hadn’t known the fire had been started purposely until it was too late.

  Oh, gods, oh, gods, oh, gods. A choked cry escaped him, blood spraying from his mouth. What seemed an eternity ago but could only be hours, he’d returned to an ambush, Susan’s screams echoing in his ears. The anguish he’d heard as she’d shouted for his aid, the pain he’d seen contorting her features as she’d pleaded with the dragons for the life of their unborn child…both would haunt him into eternity.

  Susan.

  By the time he’d fought his way to her, she’d already gone silent, her expression frozen in misery. The silence had been ten thousand times worse than the screams and writhing physical agony.

  Dead. She was dead. Layel had failed her in every possible way. And in his grief, the very dragons who killed her had managed to capture him. They’d torn him from Susan’s lifeless body and chained him to the gate in front of the palace. Then, oh, gods, then they had dr
agged her body in front of him, taunting him with her death.

  His gagging became heaving, and he emptied the contents of his stomach. A meal Susan had prepared for him, eyes glimmering with amusement. And later, for dessert, she’d flicked her lovely dark hair aside and offered her vein, knowing just where the biting would lead.

  Arm shaking uncontrollably, he reached for her. The tips of his fingers brushed the hollow of her neck. No pulse. Dirt mixed with blood, caking her charred, still-hot skin in clumps. “Susan,” he tried to whisper, but his voice no longer worked. His throat was raw from screaming, pleading and desperate bargaining. But nothing had helped. The dragons hadn’t disappeared and Susan hadn’t returned to life.

  Though he was still surrounded by the enemy, he was unable to take his eyes off his mate. He knew, soul deep, that this was the last time he would ever see her. My love. My sweet love.

  Stay in bed, she had beseeched only a few hours ago. Make love to me.

  I cannot, love, but I will return quickly. That, I promise you.

  She’d pouted a bit, pink lips dipping prettily. I can’t bear to be without you.

  Nor I you. Sleep, and when I return, I’ll make you forget I was ever gone. How is that?

  Promise?

  Promise. He had kissed her softly and strolled from their chamber. Content, satisfied. Happy. Assured of a future together.

  “Now you can suffer as we have suffered,” one of the dragons spat, tearing him from his cherished memories.

  In the background, Layel could hear demonic laughter. His gaze lifted, and he saw several red, glowing eyes peeking from nearby bushes. An audience of demons, he realized. How long had they been there, watching? Could they have helped Susan? Probably. That laughter…They’d seen—and enjoyed—everything.

  “Your people drained our loved ones, blood-drinker, and so we burned yours.”

  Ignoring them, Layel gathered his remaining strength and crawled as close to Susan’s body as he could get, leaving a trail of crimson behind him, hot tears pouring down his face. The dragons didn’t try to stop him. His shaking intensified as he awkwardly gathered her in his arms. There was no smile of greeting, no whispered endearment.

  Her once pretty face was swollen, bruised and smeared with soot. Her silky dark hair was gone, singed to the scalp. He had loved to wrap those strands around his palms, loved to hear her purr for his kiss.

  Closing his eyes against the horror of what had been done to her, he hugged her close, so close, before gently laying her back down. He could not bear to sever all contact, however, and smoothed a fingertip over the seam of her lips. They were still hot, burning him as smoke rose from her parted teeth.

  Susan. Eyes stinging, he crouched all the way down and placed his temple upon her rounded stomach. There was no movement inside of it. Not anymore. I love you. Oh, gods, I love you. I am sorry I left you. So sorry. Come back to me. Please. I am nothing without you. To the crystal dome above, he prayed, If you will not bring her back to me, let us bargain. Take me instead. Return her to life and take me. She is everything that is good. She is light. I am darkness and death.

  No response.

  “Enough sniveling. Now you will listen. We are going to allow you to live, king.” The words were sneered by the dragon leader, a towering hulk of muscle and rage. “And with every breath you take, you will remember this day and the consequences of allowing your people free rein.”

  Layel barely heard him. Susan, sweet Susan. None had been as gentle, tender, loving or kind. Her greatest crime was—had been, he corrected with an inward roar—loving him.

  She had been his everything. Yet his precious human had been slaughtered. For his lack of leadership, the dragon had said. She had been tortured because Layel had wanted nothing to do with the vampire throne and had refused to place restrictions upon the army under his command as his father had.

  “I’ve awaited this moment for many months,” another of the hated beasts said, spraying him with a stream of fire.

  The flames settled in Layel’s cheek, crackling, singeing deep. He gave no reaction, didn’t even open his eyes. Truly, he felt nothing except the razor-sharp edge of his grief. If the gods would not heed his cries, he wanted to remain in this spot forever, wanted to die with his woman and child. His family.

  “Look at him. Look at the mighty Layel, reduced to this.”

  All of the dragons laughed.

  “I can see why you liked her, vampire. That tight little sheath took me all the way to the hilt.”

  “I liked pumping into her mouth, feeling her throat close around me.”

  “I think she liked what we did to her. You heard the way she whimpered…”

  Finally Layel’s eyelids cracked open, tendrils of hatred and rage blooming, growing, consuming him. Overshadowing his grief, becoming all that he knew. He glanced at the surrounding forest. The demons were still there, still giggling like children. Most of the nearby trees were charred, offering little refuge. Next he glanced at the expanse of dragon warriors. There were eight of them, their stances cocky, assured. Their golden eyes blazed with triumph. Except…

  Whatever they saw on his face caused them to lose their smiles. A few even backed away from him.

  Perhaps they had forgotten that vampires could fly. Perhaps they thought a broken, bloody man could do no damage. They were wrong.

  “SUSAN!” Layel leapt up and attacked, his war cry an echo of all the pain inside him.

  The agonized screams that next cut through the forest far eclipsed any that had ever come before them.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Two hundred years later

  JUST A LITTLE CLOSER, fire-bastards. Just a little bit closer.

  Hidden by lush, dewy foliage, Layel watched as the dragon army marched through the detestably named Forest of Dragons. Where they were going, he didn’t know. Why they were going, he didn’t know, either. He only knew that he was going to relieve them of their burden. A young—human?—female was bound and gagged inside a portable prison. That prison was balanced by two wooden beams slung over several of the warriors’ shoulders, swaying with their movements.

  Obviously, she was their enemy.

  He didn’t know the girl, but a dragon’s enemy was his dearest friend. And he didn’t like his friends being bound.

  The dragons continued to march forward, slowly, steadily. He motioned for his own army to hold…remain composed. They obeyed without hesitation. Since that dark day two hundred years ago, he had happily led his men with an iron fist—straight into a never-ending war. His will was not questioned. Ever. Not without severe consequences.

  “…not going to end well,” Brand, second-in-command of the dragon soldiers, was saying. Golden light seeped from the crystal dome that surrounded all of Atlantis, forming a halo around his pale, braided hair and disgustingly handsome features.

  Brand was strong, brave, loyal to his king, kind to his people. A pity he was a dragon. Had he been born even a demon, Layel thought perhaps he would have liked him. As it was, he wanted Brand alive long enough to take a mate. A mate Layel would then steal. Brand would suffer, for a little while at least, and then Layel would gut him.

  Brand had not been one of the warriors present all those years ago—none of the warriors here had been present, for Layel had slaughtered them all. Remembering their deaths, he smiled. Not all of them had faded quickly. Some he had lingered over, enjoying their pain, taking his time with every slice and bite.

  Still, killing those responsible hadn’t been enough. Not for the horrendous crimes that had been committed against Susan. Hadn’t he been blamed for the actions of others? It was only fair to use that same logic against the dragons.

  Only when Layel had obliterated the entire race would Susan be avenged. And only then would Layel deserve to join her in the hereafter. Soon, my love. Soon.

  “If her sisters see her like this, there will be a war,” a dragon called Renard said.

  Renard was a dark-haired tyrant who, Layel k
new, had studied how best to kill every race in Atlantis. The demons, the nymphs, the centaurs, the gorgons and all the other creatures the gods had deemed mistakes in their quest to create humans. Of them all, Renard hated vampires most and was always eager for a fight.

  Eager himself, Layel ran his tongue over his elongated teeth.

  “What else could we do?” an irritated voice proclaimed. Tagart. Untamed, almost feral, with black hair and an even blacker heart. He was loyal to no one and was even jealous of his own king. “One more word out of that girl’s mouth and I would have cut out her tongue. We had to gag her.”

  All of the soldiers nodded. Each was taller and more muscled than the last, and each had a long, menacing sword strapped to his bare back, nestled between the slits that hid his wings. Layel collected those swords and hung them on his walls as trophies. He used their bones as furniture.

  “Whatever our reasons for binding her, they won’t understand. Even though we’re taking her back to them. Kind of. If we can find their camp.” Brand again. “She’s their beloved, their future queen.”

  Sisters…beloved…queen.

  Amazons, Layel realized.

  His lips curled in another slow grin. Fierce creatures, the Amazons. Devoted to each other, bloodthirsty, though they mostly kept to themselves unless provoked. Oh, yes. And vicious. Legend claimed that anyone who threatened an Amazon would soon find his deepest fear bearing down on him. A shadow, a determined phantom that would devour him whole.

  Yes, the stories of their conquests were endless, though Layel himself had never fought one, never tasted one. He had no interest in doing so, either. Always before, they had been a nonentity to him, unworthy of his time or consideration, for he existed simply to torment the dragons. Nothing more.