{"product_id":"2940016641102","title":"Blacke Harbor","description":"Erik Sokoloff is a vampire. He doesn't fear crosses or garlic or old men in robes. And he certainly doesn't sparkle in the sun. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat Erik is, is a man with an infection. Dr. Catherine Blacke can cure him, they say. And that's why he's traveled from Boston to the sleepy little fishing village of Blacke Harbor. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat Catherine will ultimately cure, however, is more than just the infection which turned him into a monster. One hundred years after being born Erik Sokoloff will learn what it truly means to be a man. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBlacke Harbor is the debut novel of Lisa Adcock. Written specifically for older fans of paranormal romances, Blacke Harbor is the deeply romantic story of a deeply wounded man who is, for the first time in his life, learning what it truly means to be a living, breathing human. Slow-paced and easy to read, Blacke Harbor will seep into your soul and wind its tendrils around your heart.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSNEAK PEEK:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePrologue\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy name is Erik Sokoloff and I am a vampire. There, I said it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI know what you're thinking. Vampires live in B-movies and bad novels. Well, I'm not that kind of vampire. I am not afraid of crucifixes or old men in robes. Or garlic or magic water.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd I sure as hell don't sparkle in the sun.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat I have, they tell me, is an infection. That's why I've come to the sleepy little fishing village of Blacke Harbor. Doctors Catherine and Jurgis Blacke say they can cure me of the infection that turned me into a monster and forced me to live in darkness. I hope they're right. I've been a vampire for a hundred years. I'm tired. I want something more. I need something more.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey say people can change. I don't know if I can change but I have to try one last time. I can't live like this anymore. I want my life back. My dull, normal life. My mortal life.\u003cbr\u003eMy name is Erik and this is my story.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWell, it isn't the worst fog I've ever seen, the vampire thought as he put a gloved hand on the old brass door handle. He blinked to force the mist from his eyes and realized he could only barely see the street sign at the corner. He turned his attention back to the old slab of a door, took a deep breath and steeled himself for the onslaught he knew was coming.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCigarette smoke. It hit him before the weathered old door was even open enough to allow him to slip in. He hated smoke. His enhanced sense of smell was useless in it and it left him feeling vulnerable and exposed. And it's the first thing I'll change after I buy this place, he reminded himself. Only a couple more weeks and the old bar will be mine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Hey, Erik.\" Somewhere from deep within the acrid haze a familiar man's voice called out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Hey, George. How're are things down at the dock?\" He tossed a quick wave in the direction of the voice and pretended not to hear the reply over the din made by the longshore workers, mill workers and fishermen as he fixed his gray eyes on the stool at the end of the long, polished bar.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe slipped the silky \"Reserved\" banner from the back of the weathered hide of the barstool and eased into the cool seat. It had been his seat for as long as he could remember. It had certainly been his seat longer than anyone else in this place could remember.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe blonde server he had hoped not to see floated along the other side of the bar until she was standing right across from him. As she had countless evenings before she lurched up onto her toes, leaned over the bar and tilted her head so she could speak directly into his ear. She was so close he could have smelled the mint of her gum even without an immortal man's sense of smell.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The usual?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes,\" he said, leaning back into the tall chair and pulling his hands down until they rested in his lap. Riley McMartin had a habit of letting those long painted nails of hers float down to the countertop and dance across his hands as she turned to fill his order. It was something he was sure Riley intended to be seductive and flirty but he found it annoying and desperate. Riley, he told himself as the corners of his mouth fought to curl upward, would be the second thing he would change about the bar.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt's too bad, too, he thought as he watched her ease the stopper out of the crystal decanter. Women like Riley, with their too- tight pants and their too-blonde hair, used to be the exception. They were the women you went to but told no one about. Now, women who throw themselves out there were the norm. A long low sigh escaped from his chest. There was no beauty--no elegance--left in the world.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e######","brand":"Lisa Adcock","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47178966040816,"sku":"2940016641102","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940016641102_p0.jpg?v=1763639005","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940016641102","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}