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I'm excited and nervous and part of me can't believe the book is releasing this Friday. Everything is very surreal at the moment, but I'm sure my stomach will be in knots by Friday morning. This book has been a long time in the works - which you all know - and my hope is simply that those of you who have read and enjoyed the first books in the series will find this book worth the wait. That is all I'm going to say, because I don't want to jinx myself. :p
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Blood Secrets
Blood Series: Book Two
Blurb:
When your life is messed up to begin
with, how much worse can it really get?
Heather Ryan's life has
never been simple. The latest in a long line of descendants who have made it
their mission to hunt down and slay the Ancient Vampire, Marko Pavel, she is
also the first born Infected. Up until recently, the biggest downside to living
with the Vampyrric Virus was simply that she craved blood, but after receiving
a DVD from her deceased Grandmother Sofia and being kidnapped with friend and
so called guardian Werewolf, Brendan Daniels, she quickly discovers that she is
also the inspiration behind the Vampires’ attempt to create a whole new breed
of super monsters—Hybrids.
The truth comes at a cost, but how much does one have to sacrifice
to gain success?
Following the
breadcrumbs left by her psychic Grandmother, Heather and Brendan find
themselves in new territory. Venice is where Heather hopes to find Marie, the second
Bloodling of Marko, along with Brendan's three taken Pack members. But an old Peace
Pact between the Italian Pack and the Colony means they are left hunting blind,
and due to the Italian Alpha's reluctance to believe their story of kidnap and
experimentation on Loup-Garous, time is running out. So when help comes from an
unlikely source, they have no choice but to accept.
All families have secrets, but blood can't lie.
Caught up in an intricate and complicated scheme spun by the one she trusts the
most and the friend of her enemy, Heather soon discovers that she is the pawn
in a plan she would never have been able to conceive. But how many of her new
allies were in on the game, to begin with?
This title contains explicit language, violence,
and some scenes of a sexual nature.
Length: 127,000 words | Content:
Urban Fantasy| Publisher: Elizabeth
Morgan
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Excerpt:
~ Eve ~
Fear, decay, stale
earth—scents so foreign, yet recognisable, clouded the air. It was dark. It
felt like it had been dark for days. Dark and murky. My dreams had been clouded,
slices of colour filtering through the fog every now and again, but never
staying long enough for me to grasp hold of. I’d had the strangest notion of
being weightless, yet of moving and swaying, and every now and again, I would
remember I was sleeping... then the fear crept in. I shouldn’t be asleep. I
shouldn’t be afraid.
But I was afraid. So
very afraid.
“She’s waking up.”
A soft feminine
voice caressed my ears.
“She would be safer staying
asleep.”
Another female
voice, rich and assertive... Dabria?
No, this female’s accent wasn’t right, nor was her tone.
“If they had wanted
her to remain asleep, they would have kept up with the injections,” the first
voice replied.
Injections? My Wolf stirred only to whimper as a dull pain began to throb in my
back. And as if I had just triggered an alarm through one simple movement and
one observation of pain, my entire body began to throb, but why was I aching?
“She’s been asleep
long enough. They will want to take blood samples from her, before—” the second
voice cracked.
“Da—?” A pitiful
croak left me, and I became aware that my throat was raw. The slow rub of my sandpaper
tongue against the roof of my mouth and the seam of my ridiculously dry lips
did nothing to help.
“Here.” The female
with the soft voice spoke as I felt a hand cradle my head and something cold
touched my lips. “Drink.”
My Wolf growled low
in the recesses of my mind—a warning that wouldn’t even project through my body
but ended up being an odd rattle in my aching chest. I pressed my head further
into the cradle of the stranger’s small hand, my back growing rigid against the
cold, hard surface I suddenly realized I lay upon.
Had I passed out?
Possibly hit my head on the floor? Was I being rude to... I inhaled—decay. It
was overwhelming and indescribable. The room stank of mould and stagnant water,
rotten earth, damp stone, and Loups. There
were so many Loups in this place, yet
none of their scents were recognisable, but their fear... it was potent, unmistakable,
but there was a hint of something twisting throughout the air, an aroma I had
smelled once, knew once, but couldn’t seem to recall how or why I knew it. But
it didn’t matter because their fear hammered in the atmosphere. Why were they
so afraid? Why am I?
“There’s no need to
be afraid.”
If I had the ability,
I thought I might’ve snorted at her choice of words. Was her sense of smell
damaged? I was momentarily confused when a snort did meet my ears, but I
quickly realized it had come from the other side of the room. From the other
female who had spoken?
“My name is
Jennifer. I mean you no harm.” The soft-toned female continued, her accent
breaking through the more she talked. “But you must drink. You have been asleep for days now. You will be
dehydrated.”
I’d been asleep for
days? Why had I? And how did she know this? More importantly, who was she?
Where was I?
Questions I so
desperately tried to speak, and although I could feel my lips moving, my words
came out as broken whispers that I myself had trouble hearing.
“Here.” She pressed
the cup more firmly against my lips.
A trickle of water
ran along the seam of my mouth. The first splash of cold liquid was enough
encouragement. It took more effort than I wanted to realize to lift my arms,
but after a moment, I managed to close my hands around the... tin cup? And with
Jennifer carefully holding my head, I didn’t stop drinking until the cup was
drained. And then, I proceeded to cough my guts up.
“Easy now.” She
lowered my head, slipping her hand from underneath. “It’s alright.”
Patting my chest, I
took a deep breath, before slapping my tongue against the roof of my mouth a
couple of times.
“Where... am... I?” My
throat burned with the effort. I gulped, hoping my newly formed saliva would
help. “Who are... you?”
“In answer to your
first question, you’re somewhere you don’t want to be, trust me,” the second
female replied.
Her accent was
stronger than Jennifer’s, but I couldn’t place it. I couldn’t place either of
their accents. My brain just couldn’t register anything beyond the fact that
somehow, I had ended up in this place with Loups
I didn’t know, and I couldn’t remember how I had gotten here.
“And my name is
Tina. I’m sure by now, you are fully aware that Jennifer and I are Loups, also.”
Yes, they were Loup-Garou. Their scents were stronger
than the others. Although, the scent of all these women still couldn’t stamp
out the dreadful stench that clouded the air.
I rubbed at my eyes,
opening them slowly. Thankfully, the lighting in the room was low but even so,
everything that lay before my hooded gaze stayed blurry.
“I don’t understand.”
I took a ragged breath. Why is it such an
effort to talk? “How did I get here?”
“Difficult to say,” Jennifer
replied. “I myself am a little hazy on the facts.”
“You were most
likely brought by boat,” Tina commented. “You’re Scottish, right? If they have
brought you straight from the United Kingdom, well, I would imagine it might
have taken a few days. There were others with you, two Werewolves. I’ve never
known them to bring a trio in at the same time, so boat would have been
easiest, which might explain why you have been out of it for as long as you
have. They would have had to keep giving you monkshood so you stayed out until
they got you here. Christ, your system must be flooded—”
“Tina,” Jennifer warned.
“She should be
thankful she’s been out for as long as she has.”
“Thankful?” I bit
out the words as my sight began to clear. My stomach turned at the knowledge I had
been sedated with monkshood, a vile substance that was poisonous to Werewolves
and Loup-Garous, and could be fatal
depending on the amount given. No doubt it was the high dosage that was causing
my stomach to churn.
“I don’t know why
they didn’t wake you as soon as you arrived here about six days ago, but you’ve
had six days of peace, of unawareness. The down side is that there will now be
enough monkshood in your system for you to remain docile and weak, and that’s
how they like us. Weak so you can’t put up a decent fight, and docile so they
can do whatever they want with you.”
Panic swelled in my
chest. Who could do what with me, to
me?
“Enough, Tina.”
“You may want to
sugar-coat things for her, Jen, but I won’t.” Her voice sounded strained;
bitter, disgusted, even a little sad.
My temples began to
throb. I opened my eyes and looked at the space above me. A ceiling, low, concrete,
dirty, and half covered in ivy. My focus shifted lower to the wall—patches of
faded red bricks, most of which were corroded at the edges, and sheets of grey
granite which I could only presume used to cover the wall completely. I turned
to find a brunette girl kneeling on the floor to the left of me. Her olive-green
eyes were weighed down with exhaustion and her skin was so pale, her features
so drawn.
Her smile was faint
and pitiful. “What’s your name?”
“Eve.”
“Oh, that’s classic.”
Tina laughed. “Dawn of a new creation, and we have an Eve in our midst.”
My jaw tensed as I
twisted my head and looked at the dark-skinned female sitting on the platform
at the other side of the room. Her black hair was cropped, her honey gaze sharp
as she stared at me. Her clothes were dirty, tattered at the edges and caked in
mud and patches of... blood. My gaze snapped to the wall behind her. No, not
the wall, the bars. Thick, rusted iron bars, which separated us from... “Oh, good
God.”
Despite the burning
agony stretching throughout my body, I grasped the sides of the metal platform
I lay on and pushed myself up. My gaze fixated on the cage next door to us,
which contained four women, and then to the one after. I looked out to the
other side of the long, narrow room we were all stuck in, my eyes widening at
the sight of another three cages lining the other side of the room, every cell
inhabited by three or four Loups.
I twisted round,
pushing myself to my feet. A whimper escaped me at the burn that stretched
through my legs. I stumbled, my hands wrapping around the bars. Tears stung my
eyes.
“What is this? Where
am I?” I struggled to see the end of the room, as there were few lights and the
ones dotted in alternate cells were dim and covered by a metal mesh. I pressed
my face against the bars, ignoring the stab and scrape of rust against my skin.
I could just make out a closed metal door at the far right of the room. Although
dull in shade, it looked new and so out of place fitted into the crumbling
bricks.
“Your guess would be
as good as ours. As for what this is...” Jennifer’s words died.
I looked over my
shoulder. My focus dropped to her hands, sprawled on her slightly bloated
belly.
“Like I said, it’s
the dawning of a new age.” Tina’s words were a harsh laugh.
My gaze turned to her.
She remained seated, back pressed against the bars. My eyes widened at the
sight of her unmistakably pregnant stomach.
A tear fell down her
cheek. “And you’re going to help us give
birth to it.”
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