Born and raised in Bucharest, Romania, author Iuliana Foos, lives with her husband in San Antonio, Texas.
When she doesn’t daydream or write, she enjoys drinking copious amounts of coffee and playing online multi-player games, hoping one day to have a white-sanded beach as her backyard.
Becoming a traditionally published author has been a life-long dream turned reality.
Since she visited for the first time ‘Dracula’s castle’, many years ago, a story started to take shape in the vivid imagination of a teenager. Fast forward a little over thirty years, and that story evolved into a trilogy and eventually made it on paper. For more information on Iuliana and her novels you may visit her WEBSITE or other social media.
A prestigious bloodline, alien descent and love blend and ignite war in the secret vampiric world.
Determined to turn her fantasy into reality, Ana starts her journey to become a vampire. Along the way, she learns the truth about their secret society, discovers her prestigious bloodline, and falls in love.
Not all vampires are accepting of humans and war looms in the shadows. An ancient tome reveals the vampires’ alien descent and sparks war.
“There will be two ceremonial daggers, sharp, with our names engraved on them. You will use the one—”
“Use? Are you telling me that I have to cut you in a room—an underground room—in the presence of hundreds of vampires? Are you for real? Are you—?”
Andree laughed and held her closer to him.
She could appreciate his gesture, but it didn’t help her feel better. It was bad enough she stood in that room the other night, under the scrutinizing glares. Adding blood to the equation wasn’t something to look forward to.
“You will cut your initial in the palm of my hand, here,” he explained, indicating a spot on his palm, right under his thumb. “I will do the same, and you will not feel a thing. Daniel will be right there with his spray. It will be quick and painless.”
“But what about the blood? I mean—”
“Nobody will attack you or me, guaranteed. It is part of the ceremony.”
“I’m not sure about it. You guys in general go crazy when you see or smell blood.”
“Ana, tasting my blood is a symbol. I am giving you my life, just as you will give me yours. It is what will bind us for eternity.” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her palm, sending tingles, as if a million tiny ants marched through her veins. “As I already told you, the ceremony is short, but every word we say, every gesture, symbolizes something.”
“Can’t we do all that without the blood part?” With the tingles melted away, and a nervous energy replacing them, she dared to gaze at him.
“We are vampires, Ana. Blood is life.”