Blood
Hunt
Vampire
Huntress Chronicles Book 1
by
Jessica Wayne
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
★A
Top 300 Bestseller★
Hunting
vampires is her legacy.
Detective
Rainey Astor walks a dangerous line between the human and
supernatural worlds. As a vampire hunter, she’s a formidable
opponent, having killed hundreds of their kind. Yet, when her
latest foray into the supernatural world goes terribly wrong, she
finds herself rescued by the very creature she’s vowed to kill.
Elijah
Hawthorne is unlike any vampire Rainey has ever met. His sexy
as hell exterior hides a tortured soul seeking redemption.
Rainey knows she should avoid him at all costs, but fate has other
plans.
Together, they’re forced down a twisted path of
ancient revenge and tainted love.
With
Elijah guarding her back, Rainey must protect her heart, because
giving in could mean a death sentence for them both. But if they
don’t discover the hidden identity of their enemy before the clock
runs out, she’s as good as dead anyway.
Fans
of J.R. Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood, Lynsay Sands Argeneau
Novels, Linsey Hall’s Shadow Guild, L.J. Smith’s The Vampire
Diaries, or the TV show The Originals, will devour this brand new
trilogy.
Grab
your copy of Blood Hunt and start this addicting Vampire Paranormal
Romance today!
But be warned, this romance comes with a bite.
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Blood
Captive
Vampire
Huntress Chronicles Book 2
She
was the hunter. Now, she's the prey.
Detective
Rainey Astor has run headfirst into danger for as long as she can
remember. Her trip to Salem was no different, and although she and
Elijah are back in Billings, nothing could have prepared them for the
repercussions they will face upon their return home.
Determined
to get back to normal despite the fact that everything's changed,
Rainey dives back into work at the same time bodies of dead witches
start popping up all over town. Their ritualistic style murders
scream sacrifice, but there's something darker at work, something far
more sinister than Rainey or Elijah could have anticipated.
As
someone begins beckoning to Rainey from the shadows, drawing her
closer and closer into their web, she unearths a horrible truth that
will alter her irrevocably. And soon she will discover, not even
Elijah can shield her from what's to come.
Picking
up from Blood
Hunt's explosive
cliffhanger ending, Blood
Captive turns
the tables for Rainey and Elijah as they go from being the hunters to
the hunted.
This
series is perfect for fans of J.R. Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood,
Lynsay Sands Argeneau Novels, Linsey Hall’s Shadow Guild, L.J.
Smith’s The Vampire Diaries, or the TV show The Originals.
Grab
your copy of Blood
Captive,
and pick up right where you left off with this bestselling Vampire
Paranormal Romance series!
Blood
Cure
Vampire
Huntress Chronicles Book 3
She
is in hell.
Trapped
in the shadows, Rainey is unable to do much more than watch while her
entire life is destroyed.
While
the Original Witch's plan continues to fall perfectly in place, it's
up to Elijah to put it all on the line and save his hunter.
Or
die trying.
Picking
up from Blood Captive's heartbreaking cliffhanger, Blood Cure tests
Rainey and Elijah in ways they never saw coming.
This
series is perfect for fans of J.R. Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood,
Lynsay Sands Argeneau Novels, Linsey Hall’s Shadow Guild, L.J.
Smith’s The Vampire Diaries, or the TV show The Originals.
Grab
your copy of Blood Cure and pick up right where you left off with
this bestselling Vampire Paranormal Romance series!
Curse
of the Witch
Vampire
Huntress Chronicles Book 4
Her
death was just the beginning.
Two
years trapped between the living and the dead would make anyone
jumpy. But soon Delaney realizes the shadows surrounding her are more
than light casting shapes upon the wall. Someone is hunting
her, and they won't stop until she's back in the ground.
Cole
left his heart in an alley two years ago when he walked out covered
in the blood of a hunter he would have died to protect. Now that
she's back from the dead, he's determined to keep his distance.
After
all, if he lost control once it could happen again.
When
Delaney's life is threatened, Cole knows he can't ignore the call.
Even if answering it could mean death for them both.
Shifter
meets witch in this epic battle for the soul of Delaney Astor.
Perfect for fans of Lynsay Sands, Kelly St. Clare, McKenzie Hunter,
and Jennifer Ashley, Curse Of The Witch will take you on a brand new
adventure with characters you know and love.
Excerpt #1
Then, she reaches into her pocket and withdraws an iron key the size of her palm.
“What are we waiting for?”
“The driver needs to be out of sight,” Rainey tells me with a forced smile as she waves. Once his car is out of sight, she turns and unlocks the gate.
“Why did we have to wait?”
She sets her bag down. “Because.” Gripping the key in both hands, she pulls it apart, revealing a hidden blade. Then, she runs it over her palm.
Copper tang fills the air, the scent of it a powerful roar in my head, an invasion of every single fucking sense within me, and I jump back, putting space between us before I fucking lose my mind. “What the fuck are you doing?” With no adrenaline, no immediate threat, there’s nothing to distract me from the allure of the crimson in her veins.
“You can’t get in without my blood,” she says, stepping toward me. “My grandmother had the property warded against supernaturals. The only way around that is to give you my blessing.” She reaches me.
My body shakes, desire for her, for her blood, nearly overwhelming me. Then, she stretches up and runs her injured palm over my cheek.
If I thought the scent of her blood was overwhelming, it’s nothing to the blood-hammering, stomach-twisting, cock-hardening, potent assault racing through my body as she spreads it over my skin.
“You okay?” she asks. I barely hear her over the sound of my blood pounding in my ears as I fight to gain control over myself like I had to do the night she nearly died.
But this is nothing like that.
My hunger is strong—stronger than anything I’ve ever felt, and before I realize it, I’m reaching for her. Hand cupping the back of her neck, I yank her toward me and slam my mouth onto hers.
She bucks, fighting against my hold for just a moment before she sighs and grips my arms with both hands. Rainey opens beneath me, her tongue slipping into my mouth, giving me a full fucking taste of the woman beyond the hunter.
Delicate.
Deadly.
I fucking devour her mouth, spinning her and pinning her to the gate with my body pressed against her. My cock is beyond hard, my body ready to claim the woman as my mate even if my brain tells me what a horrible fucking idea that would be. None of that matters now. I want to claim her, possess her, just as she owns me.
My hands roam down her body, gripping her ass and lifting her as she wraps her legs around my waist. Her hands are in my hair, tugging as she gives me back every demanding moment of this kiss.
She nips my lip, and I growl in response, the caged beast within straining against the chains I’ve used for so long.
The gate creaks, and I pull away, releasing her mouth as I slide her down my body. Our breaths are little more than ragged gasps, each perfectly in tune with the other, and I stare down at her, unable to tear my gaze from her swollen lips.
Lips I’d just tasted. And already, I want more.
Excerpt #2
“Are you all right?”
“My head hurts. Had my jaw shattered today.”
Anger burns inside me, a slow and steady fire being stoked each time she’s injured. I know there’s nothing I can do to change the past, and even as much as I want to go back and kill the assholes all over again…unfortunately, it’s not possible.
So, I do what I can to help. Reaching over, I set her phone down on the nightstand and stand in front of her. “May I help you?”
Rainey moves her hand to peer up at me in the dark. “Help with what?”
“Your headache.”
“And how are you planning on doing that?”
“Fuck, Rainey. Haven’t we established I mean you no harm?”
“You’ll excuse my hesitation seeing as how every vampire in the city seems to want me dead.”
“The world,” I clarify. “If Day Walkers are here, that must mean you’ve caught the attention of the Council.”
“Well, isn’t that peachy? They’re taking notice.”
“They are. Now, can I help you?”
Rainey sits up and nods slightly. I strip off my jacket and undo the cuffs of my shirt, rolling the sleeves up and climbing onto her mattress. I lean back against her headboard and stretch my legs out. “Come here.”
She raises an eyebrow. “What are you getting at?”
“For fuck’s sake, Rainey, I’m not going to eat you.”
“It’s not eating I’m worried about.” She stares at me, and I groan.
“I’m not going to try and fuck you either.”
She swallows hard, her pulse increasing, and I wonder if she realizes the intense arousal she’s putting off because my fucking body sure does. Finally, she climbs up further and turns, sliding back between my legs, stiff as a statue.
“You need to relax,” I tell her as I reach up and run my fingers down the back of her neck. Slowly, I brush her hair to the side.
“That’s easier said than done.”
“This won’t work unless you do.”
She reaches over beside us, slipping her hand beneath the pillow and leaving it there. I know what she’s grabbed, and while I don’t blame her, I hate that she still doesn’t trust me.
I need her to trust me. And not just because of what we may be facing. But for my own sanity as well.
One hand drops lower on her back, applying firm pressure to the center of her spine. With my other hand, I cup the back of her neck, pressing the tips of my fingers at the joints of her jaw. My hand is large enough that I can reach both at the same time, so I begin to knead the skin. Applying pressure and massaging at the same time.
Within seconds, Rainey is relaxing into my touch. A sigh leaves her lips, a fucking aphrodisiac that goes straight to my cock. I take a deep breath, attempting to slow my already racing heart. Typically, it beats so damned fast I can barely feel it, but right now, sitting here with Rainey? It’s hammering, and I wonder if it won’t burst straight out of my ribs.
“That feels good,” she says, leaning back into me.
I clear my throat. “Easing some of your pain?”
“Yes. All of it. How are you doing that?”
“Pressure points. Tip your head up.” She does what I ask, putty in my hands, and I slip my hand around to the front of her throat then up over her face, applying pressure to the spots right in front of her ears. I have to move my other hand as she leans back, her body molding perfectly to my chest.
“Your heart, it sounds different.”
Because I’m fighting the urge to keep my promise when all I want to do is bury myself inside of you. “I’m fine.”
She arches against me, face tipped toward the ceiling so I can see her relaxed expression.
“The pain is gone,” she slurs as she yawns. Her body took a beating today—not quite like it did in the alley but enough that she still has some healing to do. Which explains her exhaustion. But before I can move and let her get to sleep, her head lulls to the side, and she drifts, her breathing becoming steady, her heart slowing down.
I drop my hand to her waist, draping my arm around her and leaning my head back against her headboard. I hold onto her, gripping her to my chest as though she may disappear. The feel of her pressed against me, it’s doing more to me than I could ever have imagined.
But I won’t do shit to change it. Rainey makes me feel alive when for so long I’ve felt like the walking corpse my kind has been portrayed as in movies for decades.
And this path that led me here, to this moment, is one I will forever cherish. Even if what I’m feeling will mean a death sentence for us both.
So there I was. Standing on the curb in front of a bakery waiting for a man who--according to his profile picture--had luxurious facial hair. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long, but when he approached I was horrified to discover that--you guessed it--he’d SHAVED IT ALL OFF. Now, I’m not petty enough to walk away (you know, except for the fact that I felt LIED TO), so we went inside and had what I can only describe as one of the WORST deli sandwiches I have ever had. He was nice, funny, straight-forward, so I let him take me over to Starbucks for a coffee where we proceeded to sit and talk until three in the morning. (In the parking lot for most of it). By this point, I’m pretty glad I didn't walk away, especially when he tells me he shaved it off because of a Halloween costume he went all out for.
Sparks fly, and as each moment passes, I’m even happier I didn’t duck down and disappear back into my car.
I’m even more glad now because we’ve been married for a decade, have three kids, and he has the most luxurious beard I’ve ever seen.
What would you have done? Are you a fan of beard-iful men?
#beardobsessed
Bestselling
author Jessica Wayne writes paranormal and fantasy romance. She lives
in Texas with her husband, three kids, and their two dogs.
She
is skittle obsessed, enjoys the occasional whiskey, and is an
ambassador for the mix-matched socks movement.
A
believer in true love, Jessica also believes that good things are
worth fighting for, and sometimes you have to risk it all to find
your place in the world.
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