Linda J. Parisi
(Blood Rogue, #1)
Published by: City Owl Press
Publication date: September 8th 2020
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
There is the blood and can only ever be the blood. So, how will love survive in a world of pain?
Vampire Charles Tower never knew anything sweeter than the taste of Stacy Morgan’s lips.
He never imagined anything crueler than her being marked for death by the only father he’s ever known.
Mikhail reared him. Taught him how to survive. Now he’s gone rogue and it’s up to Charles to put the man down.
But can he convince himself, and Stacy, that love between them is impossible?
That’s hard to do with a woman like her, especially when she offers herself up as bait.
Now they must fight against the centuries-old customs that bar them from being together and the rogue vampire who wants every last drop of Stacy’s blood.
If you like Richelle Mead, Ilona Andrews, or K.F. Breene, you’ll love this vampire paranormal romance!
He dipped his head, lifted a brow, and smiled. “Let’s make this a special occasion then. Our first meeting. The Chart House?”
She shifted her pocketbook strap on her shoulder, and some of the tension in her shoulders eased. “I’ve been there. That would be lovely.”
He inclined his head but drew his brows together as if he had a problem. “I have a favor to ask. Would you mind driving? My car is in the garage of my building. We’d have to walk a ways to get it. Or Uber.”
“Sure.” She turned, and Chaz followed, admiring the view before falling into step next to her. That long stride of hers nearly matched his. “You had everyone going, you know.”
“My friends. They’re not exactly subtle.”
He lifted his eyebrows, hoping he appeared ignorant or innocent, but she didn’t seem to buy it.
“Come on. You mean you didn’t see the drool all over the floor? Kelly tried to chain you to her.”
“That’s why I stood next to you. I’m not interested in the obvious.”
“Okay. So if I’m not obvious?” she asked, heading down another block. “What exactly am I?” She stopped next to a beat-up Jeep.
A word popped into his head, and he hated it immediately. “Intelligent. Strong. Beautiful.”
She tipped her chin, head tilted, eyes widened, and huffed. “Really?”
“Really,” he repeated. He climbed in the passenger side while she got in behind the steering wheel. As she put the key in the ignition, he covered her hand with his. Her gaze lifted, filled with confusion, anticipation, and a bit of curiosity. He leaned in and breathed in her scent, a heady mixture of expensive perfume and hormones. Her skin pebbled as he blew lightly on her cheek. Chaz heard the distinct rhythm of her heart as it hammered in her chest, which rose and fell with short rapid breaths.
His incisors grew, and he swiped a taste of her neck. Perfect.
She moaned as he bit down. God, she tasted sweet. Much more like dessert than a meal. He sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, and her heart slowed, pounding in his ears to the same rhythm as the city.
He reared back away from her neck. Had he taken too much? Horror filled his gut. No, her flesh was still warm, pulse low and steady, eyes closed.
He leaned over again and bit down, but this time it was to give her the Lethe, the drug that would make her forget he ever existed. He admired her beauty one last time, then reached in her purse and found her driver’s license, committing her address to memory. Shouldn’t have done that, Charles. He climbed out of the car and placed the bag of coffee in the crook of her arm. She would wake up in about an hour or so and not remember a thing.
As a major in biochemistry with a minor in English literature, Linda has always tried to mesh her love of science with her love of the written word. A clinical research scientist by day and NJRW Golden Leaf award winning author by night, she creates unforgettable characters and puts them in untenable situations, much to their dismay. Choices always matter and love conquers all, so a happy-ever-after is a must. Linda is the current Treasurer of Liberty States Fiction Writers. She has served on the boards of other writing organizations, and loves to teach the craft of writing at worshops and conferences. She lives in New Jersey with her husband John, son Chris, daughter-in-law Sara, and Audi, a Cocker Spaniel mix who had her at woof!
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