The Protectorate — Angelique Armae

In Regency Ireland, a dark legacy re-emerges from the depths of the Vampire realm, leaving three souls trapped between two worlds...

Donovan Bramwell is a dead walker, a soul who walks on the dark side of life. He's also heir to an ancient Celtic vampire kingdom and its earthly branch known as the Protectorate, a secret society of vampires and humans protecting the mortal realm from evil dead walkers. But when the time comes for him to ascend to the throne, Donovan refuses. He's been harboring a deadly secret?he's the one soul capable of destroying the very world he was born to protect. Now his greatest enemy has returned and Donovan is determined to save the Protectorate, even if it mean's sacrificing his own soul. But as Donovan prepares to carry out his secret plot, a female quasi vampire thwarts his plans and forces him to relive a past he's spent centuries trying to forget...

Born a royal Celt with Vampyric blood, Iceni lost her family and her tribe to the Romans and the deadly vampires who befriended the Empire. After spending centuries trying to fight the dark souls who took away her world, Iceni now has the chance to finally avenge her parents' deaths and take back the sacred relic housing her father's ancient powers. But to do so, she needs Donovan Bramwell to join her cause. And considering she didn't exactly use conventional means to get the man's attention, she must first convince the Protectorate heir she's not the enemy...

Suffering from a bite gone wrong, Vastos--a Vampyric prince and dead walker as old as time--returns to man's world determined to cure the ailment afflicting his soul. But to do so, he must fight his greatest antagonist, Donovan Bramwell, the one soul keeping him alive and yet killing him at the same time. Vastos has two choices: Conquer the Protectorate and take the throne away from Donovan, or destroy Iceni and take full control of her father's powers. And to a dead walker vampire running out of time, choosing one option over the other really doesn't matter...