I feel like this is a different kind of vampire story, and I like it!

A Vampire’s Soul (The Order of the Black Oak – Vampires, #3) by Marie-Claude Bourque released Tuesday in the  Adult, Paranormal, Romance genre.

A VAMPIRE’S SOUL: A Friends to Lovers Slow-Burn Paranormal Romance

Meet the Order of the Black Oak: a powerful order of modern-day warriors fighting evil to protect the ones they love.

When Montreal vampire Emmeline Dubois regains her lost soul in a spell gone wrong, she embarks on an arduous journey toward her redemption.

But a zealous vampire hunter is hell-bent on killing her, and even the secret love of powerful Mount-Royal Immortal Professor Justinien St-Amand might not be enough to save her.

If you love loyal tough guys with hearts, satisfying slow-burn paranormal romance and safe Happily Ever Afters, the Black Oak World is for you.

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“Justin.” Suddenly swallowed whole by her emotions, she bit her bottom lip. “What would have happened to us if you had asked me to dance that night?”

“Instead of Valerian?”

“Yes,” she rasped, her voice tainted with mixed feelings.

“I don’t know.” His gaze remained impenetrable.

She knew they bonded but she couldn’t read him. A rush of complex impressions invaded her heart. Had she wished for him to declare some undeniable love for her?

He hadn’t.

And right there, for some crazy reason— stranded in this house, with a possible assassin after her—she wanted him to say that he had feelings for her.

Wanted him to fall in love with her.

She found herself with no choice. She would have to make it happen. She knew she had to focus on her redemption, but this—Justin and her— it had to be. In fact, it already was.

She just had to show him.

AUTHOR BIO:

Marie-Claude Bourque is a Montreal-born Seattle-based author of slow-burn paranormal romance and the winner of the American Title V award with her first novel ANCIENT WHISPERS.

Her writing features modern-day fantasy skillfully weaved into infinitely romantic supernatural stories between smart strong women and complex passionate heroes. 

Happily Ever After always absolutely guaranteed!

INTERVIEW WITH JUSTIN ST-AMAND BY THE AUTHOR

I’m sitting in front of warm fire in the grand library at Chateau Briac right across from its owner Mount-Royal immortal and professor Justin St-Amand. I take a sip of the earl grey his housekeeper Mrs. Mercier has just served while watching him over the rim of my fine porcelain cup.

“How is she?” I ask.

“Not well,” Worries lines his handsome features. The man—no, the undying person—looks like  someone in his late twenty, and certainly not like the scholar who has earned the multitude of degrees hung across the room behind his stately desk.

“How long has she been like this?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Days.” He frowns again before raking a hand through his hair, his gaze on me dark, unfocused.

By she, I’d meant Emmeline Dubois. The infamous Vampire of Ville-Marie, the one who killed and rampaged most of her entire long life. The blood-thirsty vampire with no soul, no remorse.

“You love her,” I said quietly.

“Oh, you know?” He shrugs under the tweed jacket and readjust his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“I do. I’m the author, remember.”

“Yeah, sure.” He narrows his eyes at me. His expression unreadable.

“I’m surprised you fell for her,” I said. “Doesn’t seem your type at all.”

“What is my type then?” he said, defiance tainting his tone.

“Not her. Someone well-read, maybe? Another professor like you, or a librarian. Someone smart.”

“Are you calling Emme stupid?” His tone turns terse. Oh shoot, I forgot how offended he gets if anyone questions her intellect.

“No, I’m not.” I said, holding my ground. “In fact, she’s quite clever. Street smart, so to speak.”

“Exactly. There are different kinds of intelligence. She’s sharp. And spunky.”

I smile at the last word. “Spunky. That’s why you love her?”

He bent forward in his wing back chair and rests his solid forearms over his strong thighs. “I guess. Everyone sees the blond hair, the perfect figure, the sexy persona. I see her passion, her determination to live to the fullest. She’s an undead, yet such of a force of nature.”

“And soulless.” I placed my cup back on the coffee table between us.

He shakes his head. “She got her soul back, surely you, the author, should know this.”

“My bad, yes, she did just get her soul back.”

“Freak accident. She came into the room where my mother had summoned a princess of the Daemon World. The royal got spooked and blasted her with a spell which seems to have return her essence. I found her the floor, barely conscious.”

“That must have been scary.”

“Yeah.” Turmoil crosses his eyes and my heart ping at seeing his distress. “Diable, I thought she was truly dead.”

“But she isn’t. You brought her here, to your manor in the mountains.”

“And now she is plagued with those terrible nightmares. Everything she ever did is now coming back to haunt her.”

“All her crimes, you mean?”

“I suppose you can call them that.” His visible distress suddenly disappears, and I am faced with the pure analytical mind. He slowly leans back in his chair and his determined chin raises a notch as he levels with me. “She wasn’t truly herself when she rampaged. She was simply hungry. It’s the bloodlust, you know.”

“She killed a lot of people.”

“So she had.” He tilts his head to the side, daring me to criticized her further. I know he has loved her for the past 300 years yet has been unwilling to profess his feelings for her.

“Justin,” I said quietly. “She will need to make amends.”

“I know.”

“Before she can be yours, she will need to repent for all she did.”

He looks at me and the shadow of despair returns to his gaze. “She will suffer?”

“Yes, she will have to. I’m sorry.” And my heart fills with sorrow to think of how much she will indeed suffer in her path to redemption. “And you will have to find the courage to tell her how you feel.”

He pursed his upper lip. “I don’t think I can do that.”

“Then she’ll never be truly yours.” I’m filled with sadness to know that no matter what I do, in the end, his happiness with her will be all up to him.

“I know.” He slowly nods at me and takes off his glasses to give them a polish. His dark eyes fill with torment as, deep in thoughts, he turns away from me to gaze at the bright fire in the heart. “Diable, I know.”

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