BLOOD ROGUE
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Teaser

There is the blood and can only ever be the blood.

Only on a night born in hell could vampire cop Charles Tower meet the woman of his dreams, Stacy Morgan, and lose the only father he’s ever known. Mikhail Kirilenko’s gone rogue, unable to satisfy his thirst for blood. Mikhail marks Stacy as the last person he’ll drain dry before he dies, but Chaz needs Stacy alive. She’s not supposed to know vampires exist, but as a forensic chemist/blood banker, Stacy might be able to figure out why vampires are going rogue before their time.

In a race against the clock, Chaz will have to figure out how to keep her alive while facing his worst fear when Stacy decides to put herself out as bait. Can Chaz drink from her enough to knock her out but not kill her as he did his wife? And then what? Chaz knows that in the end he’ll have to give her up as humans are not allowed to know vampires exist.

Will love conquer thousands of years of mistrust? Will love give him the strength to pull away? And what of the future? For Chaz is certain Mikhail isn’t the only BLOOD ROGUE he and Stacy are going to have to face.

Excerpt

A different scent filled his nostrils, one he knew all too well. For a human, death has no smell until the body begins to decay. But for a vampire the end of life is all about rotting away, piece by piece, bit by bit until all that is left is a blight upon existence. Mick wasn’t Mick anymore. Hair matted with flakes of his scalp hung in dirty tendrils to his shoulders. Flesh, unable to keep its composure, sloughed off in raw patches from his face making his mentor barely recognizable. Chaz recoiled at the putrid stench Mick gave off, decomposing right before his very eyes.

Never before had Chaz seen any vampire this far gone rogue and still stand.

“Put your hands up where I can see them and don’t move!” Stacy commanded. She stood, feet braced, arms extended, the handle of her gun firmly gripped in both hands, ready to fire.

“Whatever you do,” he tried to warn her. “Please, do not fire your weapon.”

She hesitated. “Mikhail. Listen to me. You’re better than this. Try to remember who you are. You’re a Paladin. You know what you have to do.” He paused having no idea how this was all going to go down. “Please. I beg of you. Don’t give in to the madness.”

Her gaze followed the creature’s every move. Creature? To call the one man he wanted to name father by choice a creature? He watched her make sure the muzzle of her gun never wavered from his heart. Mick’s heart. Only Mick wasn’t a man anymore. He was…oh God…a thing. And the thing Chaz chose to call a man shifted from foot to foot crouched like an animal waiting to strike.

He tried to move slowly so that his body came between Mick and Stacy. Only, foolish brave person that she was, Stacy kept circling to keep her gun trained on Mick.

“What the hell is going on here? Is this some kind of horror movie?”

He didn’t answer. Instead he spoke to…it. “Mick. You need to go to Sanctuary. Please.”

“Charlessss,” the thing hissed.

Like fingernails on a blackboard, the long talons sprouting from Mick’s hands scraped against the macadam. Droplets of what looked like old blood, dark and brown, splattered the fabric of what was left of his shirt.

“Mick. Please. If you have any humanity left inside, stop this insanity. Go to the caves. Don’t make me kill you.”

The creature lifted its head. The words found their mark. “You taught me how to accept my life,” Chaz continued. The agony in his belly dug deep.

“You taught me there was integrity in what I’d become. Don’t make me erase that goodness. Please,” Chaz begged.

With the ocean not far away, an already foggy night thickened with clammy cold air. Chaz shivered as a gust of wind brought a fresh wave of salty decay to his nostrils. A murky haze seemed to settle around them making everything slow down.

Short shocked breaths flew out of her lungs in rapid succession. “Wait a minute. You know this…thing?” For a split second her gaze flew to his.

“What are you?”

“The only thing keeping you alive,” Chaz bit out.