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DEAMHAN  COVERAuthor: Isaiyan Morrison
Title: Deamhan
Published On: Aug 12 2013
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
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Deamhan have survived by remaining hidden in the shadows. Ramanga, Lamia, Metusba, and Lugat have been overshadowed by what humans know as the modern vampire. But what if vampires aren’t the real threat?

One woman’s search for her mother who disappeared without a trace on the streets of Minneapolis takes her into the precarious world of Deamhan, psychic vampires who rule the underground nightlife in the city’s most darkest corners.

She gains the trust of the only other human familiar with the Deamhan lifestyle. With his help she finds not only can the Deamhan not be trusted but it’s her own father, president of a ruthless organization of researchers, who has diabolically maintained that distrust.


The tiny hairs on the back of Veronica’s neck stood up followed by a small gust of wind and the smell of expensive cologne. She immediately turned around and jumped, bumping against the door and creating a loud thud. Remy stood with his brown eyes scanning her.

“Now, now Veronica,” he said as he leaned against the wall. “That would be prying.”     This time Veronica forced herself to not back away. Unlike their first encounter, Remy’s appearance wasn’t intimidating. Dressed in a sleek black shirt with tight fitting blue jeans, he towered slightly over her. His brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, just like the last time she saw him.

“Shouldn’t you be doing something angst related right now?” Remy questioned Hallie.

Hallie held out her hand. “Where’s my cigs?”

Remy looked at Veronica and smiled. His eyes were hollow giving her mixed signals. “Kids these days.” He reached into the pockets of his jeans and pulled out an unopened pack of cigarettes. “Always want, want, want, but never give, give, give.”

Hallie snatched the pack from his grasp.

“Now, off you go.” He patted Hallie on her head. “Move along now.”

Hallie gave him an evil eye before heading back up the stairs.

Remy leaned against the wall, continuing to gawk at Veronica. It made her uneasy and she looked away. She tried her best to ignore his intimidating and somewhat attractive stare by hiding her thoughts.

He smiled. “What can I say? I’m good with kids.”

She brushed off his remark and she began to fidget with the knob handle on the basement door.

“She’s been playing with Murphy for about a week now,” he continued. “She’s trying to get into that little brain of his. Gotta give that human credit; he’s stronger than he looks.”

Veronica tried pushing her weight against the door but it didn’t budge.

“So, Miss Austin. We never did finish that conversation.”

“What conversation?”

“Oh you know. The one where you blocked your thoughts, then ran off at the sight of me feeding.” He pouted. “You didn’t even say goodbye.”

“Look, I’m not some whore who’ll fall for your tricks.” Veronica faced him with her back to the door. “I know who you are and what you can do, so don’t try to insult my intelligence.”

In Deamhan speed, Remy placed his hand on the door near her head. “And that’s why you fascinate me. You’re like no other researcher I’ve ever encountered,” he whispered. “Plus you smell so good.”

“I’m not a researcher.”

His comments didn’t faze her. She moved his hand away and returned back to the door. The deadened noise from the other side became louder.

“What’s she doing down there?” Veronica probed.

“Questioning the human about Kei.” He moved in closer to Veronica. “Anastasia is a weird one. She’s what you call old school. She does things her way.”

“Open the door,” Veronica said.

“A little demanding, aren’t we?”

“I want to go down there.”

“I don’t think she’d appreciate that,” Remy replied.

Veronica turned back around. “I have a few questions of my own for Murphy.”

His eyes drifted to her chest. “If you ask nicely.”

Veronica folded her hands, covering her breasts.

Remy grabbed the knob and with his Deamhan strength, he yanked the door open. The door splintered and the metallic lock flew past his head, landing on the floor.

He stepped away and gracefully bowed. “Done.” He smiled.

The space was dark and Veronica reached her arms out to the side, sliding her palms against the cold concrete wall. Remy watched her while she proceeded down the steps cautiously, trying to not make a noise (she was sure that Anastasia knew someone was lurking on the top steps) and at the same time trying not to fall.

Reaching the bottom steps, Veronica smelled the stringent scent of a damp basement. A candle with a flickering flame gave off an eerie glow. She swallowed and walked alongside the concrete wall. She felt herself step on a soft object, but she continued forward. Her foot stepped onto a lower portion of the floor and she lost her footing. She tumbled forward slightly and caught herself, but not in time to feel her hip brush against another table. The table shifted and a small box filled with debris fell to the floor.

She felt a brush of wind, and in front of her she saw Anastasia’s face outlined in the dark.

At first Anastasia didn’t say anything. Instead her eyes darted to Remy who smiled briefly.

“She wanted a tour, Anastasia,” he replied.


Good Story! The book has some good characters and some action. There is also mystery to it which is always a nice aspect in a book.


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