Straight from the Library: Straight Browsing from the Library: Decendants of Atlantis by Courtney Davis

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Sorcha is a descendant of the Atlantean people, a race of humans who were once the blood slaves of the vampires of Atlantis. She grew up knowing that the vampires were enemies, the werewolves were beasts, and the witches were their friends. When she starts to question the situation her clan has been put into with the witches, a vampire who haunts her erotic dreams comes to the rescue. Samson didn't grow up in Atlantis and didn't choose to become a vampire. He hates what he has to do to survive, and can't imagine ever deserving love. When he finds a Descendant of Atlantis near death and nurses her back to health, he expects her to run at the first opportunity. When she offers him her willing body, he knows he would do anything to keep her, and that means hiding his monstrous side. But you can't love someone if you're hiding part of yourself. One look at Samson and Sorcha knows she erased him from her memory on purpose, but why? What could he have done to make her risk such a dangerous spell? With battle on the horizon and Descendants in trouble, will Sorcha's memories be the end of any chance at Samson's happiness, or will it lead to a new understanding of what these monsters really are?

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He was nearly done, washing her other leg when his hands stilled on her upper thigh, his fingers tracing around a small brown mark, it was a circle with a triangle inside and a bolt of lightning crossing both.

The symbol of Atlantis.

Ian straightened and backed away, staring down at her in disbelief. He inhaled then with intention, searching through the scent of her blood, past the scent of Norgis, the other vampires who lived here and himself. He found what he was looking for, deeply rooted in the core of what she was, a Descendant of Atlantis. His eyes shot to her face, and he wished more than ever that she would wake, that he could demand answers from her. Why was she here and did she know what she was?

Beltar must have smelled it on her, Samson too, that is what had given them pause. This changed everything, and yet, nothing. He quickly covered her with a blanket and took the soiled rags and bloody water from the room. She was his and it almost made more sense to him now why he was so inexplicably drawn to her. She was always meant to be his.

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