The darkest hour is only the beginning in the world of
shadows.
Night Times Book One
Night Times Trilogy 1
by Eileen Sheehan
Genre: Paranormal Vampire Romance Thriller
For two hundred years, Ethan has haunted the shadows,
carrying the heartbreak of losing Judith, the wife he loved before he was
unwillingly turned into a vampire.
When he meets Arabella at a costume party, he's stunned by
the similarities she shares with Judith. As their connection deepens, Ethan
becomes convinced that Arabella is Judith reborn. But with her returning
memories come dangerous secrets—knowledge from a centuries-old vampire-hunting
society that could threaten the existence of every vampire alive.
Now, hunted by both a ruthless Vampire League and relentless
vampire hunters, Ethan and Arabella find themselves caught in a deadly struggle
between love, loyalty, and survival. As enemies close in and the past refuses
to stay buried, Ethan must choose between losing Arabella forever or offering
her the immortality that was forced upon him.
Night Times (Book
One) begins a captivating vampire romance thriller trilogy that is
filled with, forbidden love, deadly secrets, and a passion that defies time
itself.
What readers are
saying:
“For fans of supernatural
thrillers involving vampires, Night Times has got everything they crave... Sheehan
has created yet another immersive fantastical world full of vampires, witches,
and monster hunters. The book is fast-paced, and since I was enjoying it so
much, the pages just flew by….You're going to love this!”
“… Sheehan
doesn’t just focus on romance. She digs into what love and trust really mean
when everything’s on the line. There’s also a raw look at what it means for a
vampire to lose their humanity—how turning immortal tears you away from who you
used to be, and from people you once knew. Immortality in this story isn’t just
sparkling and forever-young; it comes with a price: isolation, loss, and
sometimes the fading of your own sense of self. Still, there’s a flip side—it
can mean never-ending love and the fierce desire to protect…… If you’re in the mood for a
supernatural drama that goes beyond the usual tropes—one that really leans into
the pain, the memories, and the kind of love that won’t quit—this book is
definitely worth your time.”
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Prologue
The
rain came down in silver threads and turned the road to black glass on the
night that Ethan’s reality was changed forever.
He
remembered that more clearly than he remembered his own face from that time.
Faces changed in memory. They were smoothed by years and grief until they
became something like paintings. But weather remained exact. The smell of wet
earth. The sting of cold through wool. The way the world looked when it was
nearly dark and every lamp in the distance seemed to float like a warning.
He
had been running then from the thing that had already happened to him.
He
had not yet learned that becoming a vampire did not feel like entering a new
life. It felt like being torn from the old one with enough violence to leave a
permanent shape in the soul. At first there had been only pain, then thirst,
then a terrifying clarity that came with the hunger. He had not completely
grasped what he was but that realization was soon to come.
And
because he had understood that, he had run.
He
stood now beneath the branches of the elm at the edge of the lane with the rain
slipping through the leaves onto his face while he watched the light in his own
house glow through the windows.
Home. The word struck him
with unbearable force.
Inside,
his wife and love of his life, Judith, would be setting down her sewing and
folding the blanket over the arm of the chair. She would be waiting for him,
although she might pretend not to be. She always pretended not to wait, as if
waiting was too revealing a sort of love. But Ethan had always known. He had
known by the way that she paused when she heard his footstep and by the way
that she turned before he spoke while already smiling.
He’d
spent three hours pacing the woods beyond the property line while fighting his
own body as if it was a wild animal. His mouth still burned. His throat ached
with a need so vast that it felt like a second heart beating where his was
supposed to be. He had torn at his own cuff, bitten the inside of his mouth
until it bled, and shoved his hands into the mud to keep from running back to
the house.
The
problem was that he could still smell her….
…“Stay
where you are,” he gruffly ordered.
Her
mouth slightly parted with fear. “You’re frightening me.”
He
could not bear that. Not from her.
The
room wavered at the edge of his vision. Hunger rose up in him with a vicious,
animal certainty. And for one impossible instant he saw her as prey - not
Judith, not wife, not the woman who had braided ribbons into her hair and
fallen asleep reading beside the fire, but a pulse of life that he could take
with one movement.
He
stumbled backward.
Judith’s
expression changed to alarm as she exclaimed, “Ethan!”
“No!”
he bellowed. The word came out raw.
The
flame shivered as she set the candle down too quickly and took a step toward
him. “Tell me what happened.”
He
violently shook his head. The taste of his own blood filled his mouth again,
although he knew there was no wound there now. “You must not come near me.”…
…When
Judith finally spoke, her voice was broken but steady. “Ethan.”
He
closed his eyes. “Yes?”
Her
voice trembled as she said, “Do not disappear from my life forever.”
That
was the moment when he nearly broke. He put one hand on the doorframe to steady
himself. When he spoke, his voice was almost gone. “I will try not to.”
Then
he stepped out into the rain and left the house before the dawn could find him.
He
never forgot the sound of the door closing behind him. He never forgot the way
that Judith had stood in the light, frightened and loving and still reaching
for him. And for the centuries that followed, through blood, hunger, survival,
and loneliness so deep that it became a second skin, he carried one unbearable
truth with him - the night he abandoned Judith, he had not yet understood that
immortality was not the curse.
The
curse was living long enough to remember the exact shape of the love that you
were forced to leave behind.
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