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Ancient Blood 8: Deep RedANCIENT BLOOD 8: DEEP RED
by Kate Hill
Format(s): Ebook
Heat Level: Erotic
Pairing(s): M/F
Genre/Themes: Vampire
Length: Novel
Publisher: Ellora's Cave
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ISBN: 9781843605157
Purchase Links:Ellora's Cave / All Romance Ebooks / Amazon / Barnes and Noble
Related Books or Books Set in the Same Universe: Ancient Blood
Related Free Stories: Reindeer on Red Satin

Blurb:

Vegetarian Vampires?

Rumors have surfaced in the Network about the existence of the Flower, a plant that once fed the Originals-the first vampires to land on Earth. Assigned to discover the truth about the Flower, agent Seraphim Kellen finds more than his share of trouble working undercover in Sir Edward's Manor, a carnal resort for the rich and vampiric. He meets Hannah, a belly dancer employed by Sir Edward, and finds the love he's sought for millennia. Hannah, however, has dangerous secrets and the desire to exchange her mortality for the long, powerful life Seraphim can offer.

The idea of vampires surviving off plants disgusts Vincent Dilorenzo, yet when he's sent to help uncover the Flower, he plunges into the case. This means working with his oldest rival and becoming the one thing he despises - a gentleman. Fortunately the job's fantastic perk arrives in the form of Trixie Greenly, the tough, gorgeous Network agent with whom he had a one-night stand. Vincent has loved Trixie since that unforgettable night, and this time he vows never to let her go.

The following excerpt from DEEP RED is for readers 18 and over.





Excerpt from DEEP RED:

Seraphim wandered to an indoor courtyard filled with exotic trees and flowers, the likes of which would never be found on the barren land outside. While in the mansion, it was difficult to believe miles of desert waited just beyond the stone walls. Seraphim extended the claw of his right forefinger and traced the shape of a thorn sprouting from one of the rosebushes. He caught her scent before she reached the garden. Two hybrid malesother household servantsaccompanied her.

So, Seraphim's lips curved into a humorless smile, she has been forced after all. He'd thought he sensed it from her, but hadn't been certain.

Her footsteps quickened as she struggled to keep her balance after one of the hybrids shoved her inside. The door closed and the scent of the hybrids faded.

The echo of her heartbeat and the aroma of her flesh filled the room. Seraphim closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. "What's your name?"

She didn't reply, and he turned to her, lifting an eyebrow in question.

He found himself gazing into those wide green eyes and resisted the urge to shiver.

"Hannah," she said.

Seraphim took a step closer and touched her hair. He watched the pulse beating in her throat, and when he concentrated hard enough, heard the rush of her blood. Taking a tendril of her honey colored hair gently between his fingers, he asked, "What do you think I want, Hannah?"

"I know what you want." She didn't bother keeping the bitterness from her voice. "You want what every other bastard he sends me to wants." She flung her hair over her shoulder and tilted her head so he could see the partially healed fang marks in her neck. "Go ahead. Get it over with."

In spite of her words, he felt her tremble as he leaned closer and touched his lips to the wounds on her throat. He closed his eyes as he kissed the soft flesh. When he drew back without so much as exposing his fangs, she stared at him in surprise.

"But I thought"

Before she finished speaking, his mouth covered hers. His kiss was chaste at first, allowing her to become accustomed to his touch and taste. One of his hands cupped the back of her head while his other arm slipped around her waist, drawing her curves closer to the hard planes of his body. He considered touching her mind with hisa trick of the magical religion he'd perfected over the centuriesbut thought better of it. The last thing she needed was another display of power from his kind. She hadn't been far from the truth when she'd guessed his desire. He did want to taste her blood, but more than that, he wanted to seduce her into offering it freely.


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