This summer’s hottest vampire boxed set is here.
Ninety-eight point six degrees of bliss.
I wrote a filthy, vampire ménage story set in the year 2399. Vampirism is a genetic mutation, and all vampires live underground because the UV is out of control, even at night. Corporate security firms claim to protect V-positive citizens from harm by tightly restricting traffic form the surface, but my heroine, November Kitamura, a vampire gate guard in underground Seattle finds out something else is going on. Something large-scale and all kinds of f**ked up. And yeah, somewhere in the middle of all this, she gets some D. OK, a LOT of D. But that’s OK, because vampires need the extra vitamin D, right? Right??
Here’s the blurb!
“Bite down and don’t let go.”
November just wants to serve her time as a gate guard and maybe once in a while splurge on that nice imported bloodmeal for a change. You know. Vampire stuff.
Then these conspiracy whackos show up at her post and try to get all murdery.
She wakes up beaten and bloody in a cheap apartment on the surface, where vampires haven’t lived in at least three hundred years. Her new guard partner Leo might have been trying to save her life—and he might look delicious as hell—but he’s also out of his mortal mind to bring her here. His arrogant roommate, Radoslav, is no better.
She needs to get back underground. This isn’t some fairytale land like back in the twenty-first century. It’s a felony for her to even be up top, and these two men can’t agree on how to smuggle her home.
Plus, there’s this whole other problem.
November is getting hungry.
V is for Vampire is a raw, red-hot prologue to the upcoming Blood Accord series, and smears the pages with a thirsty vampire who knows what she wants, and the men who know how to give it to her. Stain remover recommended.
V is for Vampire will be available for a limited time in the Bite Me anthology:
Frightening and Sensual, Passionate and thrilling.
That shadow caressing your body in the dark, that tingle which draws you to arch your spine
… it tempts me to ruin.
Everything I long for.
All I ask is a sip, a taste of the life coursing through those delicate veins.
Just one little bite.
And I’ll make you mine… forever.
Participating authors:
Cathedral by Addison Cain
Crimson Seduction by Zoe Blake
Master of Ceremonies by Alta Hensley
The Devil’s Game by Sara Fields
Enthralled by Myra Danvers
To My End by Anita Gray
V is for Vampire by Eris Adderly
Blinding Salvation by Livia Bourne
Sweet Ruin by Cassandra Faye
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Excerpt from V is for Vampire:
The sting at her ribs and thigh was not going away, and the vampire brought her attention back to eyeball what was left of the wounds. She made a face and nudged at the ragged laceration on her side with careful fingertips. It wasn’t actively bleeding now, but neither had the flesh knit closed, like it should’ve. She’d coughed up all the gold—what was the problem?
As if in response, her stomach made a noise.
Your broke ass hasn’t had anything to eat in a week.
And by ‘anything to eat’, she meant blood. Regular food was all well and good for a while. But just like the ancient sailors coming down with scurvy until they figured out it was a good idea to keep a fucking lemon or two on board, if anyone V-positive went without refreshing their bloodstream for too long … well, it wasn’t pretty.
She already wasn’t healing properly.
Goddamn this idiot.
November gave a low growl and finished scrubbing crusted blood from her skin, avoiding the two open wounds. She cut the spray off and stepped out into the humid little room. Swiped the hanging towel and patted rather than wiped herself dry. No sense in agitating things.
Her clothes were on the floor in a bloody heap, and November curled a lip. Nope. This neg was gonna lend her a shirt or something. She wrapped the towel under her armpits, instead.
“Hey,” she said, stepping out into the cooler living area, “you have got to take me back.”
Leo was in the kitchen now, and he turned at the sound of her voice. His mouth came open and stayed that way a full beat before words came out, while hazel eyes took in legs and female shoulders and wet hair. “We just went over this,” he said after he got done realizing she was a woman. “You know I can’t do that right this instant.”
“I need to eat.” She held his eyes, pointed.
“I’m making us food right now,” he said, gesturing behind him at some package on the counter.
“No,” she said, “my wounds aren’t healing. I need to eat.”
