“Blood Hunt” in Secrets, Volume 25: Wicked Delights
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Release Date: December 2008
Publisher: Red Sage Publishing
Length: Novella
ISBN: not yet available
Description
Vampiress Nema Alexander has a definite taste for bad boys. Slade Brion, a notorious bounty hunter, has just been charged with tracking her down. He won’t stop until he catches her, and Nema won’t stop until she claims him, forever.
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The hard edge of her teeth pressed against him.
Slade shuddered. He’d never really been into the whole biting thing, but Nema could sure make it work.
Her teeth pressed harder and through the haze of his arousal, a faint fear began to stir.
Five men…all with their throats ripped out.
He jerked up the cuffs, reaching for the hands he still held pinned.
And a razor sharp lash of pain sliced across his throat.
“Sonofabitch!” The handcuffs snapped into place.
Nema glared up at him, her mouth glistening. “What the hell are you doing?”
He lifted a hand to his throat, touched the wetness that could have come from her mouth…or that could have been blood. Slade stared down at his fingertips. Too dark to tell for certain, but he had a bad feeling he was looking at his own blood.
The lady had almost claimed another victim.
“You’ve just made a serious mistake.” She wasn’t smiling at him anymore. No sign of the flashing dimple.
He grabbed the cuffs, wrenching her arms down. “No, sweetheart, you’re the one who picked the wrong prey for the night.” Time to pack her pretty ass into the truck and go claim his money.
And it was pity. He’d kinda hoped that McDermott had been wrong about her.
But the lady was a murderer. Hell, she’d tried to bite his throat open.
Keeping his hold on the cuffs, he stepped toward his truck, intending to pull her behind him.
But Nema didn’t move. Not even when he used all of his strength to jerk against the cuffs.
What the–
“You don’t know who you’re dealing with,” she muttered and with a seemingly casual toss of her hands, she shook him off. Nema glanced down at the cuffs, her lips curling into a sneer. “You have no…fucking…idea.” Then she lifted her hands and yanked the cuffs apart.
