The Second Novella in the paranormal romance Blood Lust Anthology by Zoe Winters* The anthology of Kept, Claimed, and Mated: Blood Lust, is available for $4.95.DESCRIPTION:For a vampire, Anthony isn’t a picky eater, but he’s drawn to Charlee’s blood more than any other. Like a fine wine saved for...
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The Second Novella in the paranormal romance Blood Lust Anthology by Zoe Winters* The anthology of Kept, Claimed, and Mated: Blood Lust, is available for $4.95.DESCRIPTION:For a vampire, Anthony isn’t a picky eater, but he’s drawn to Charlee’s blood more than any other. Like a fine wine saved for a special occasion, he’s denied himself this pleasure. But one night, high from the potent magical blood of another, he claims his prize and loses control. Ashamed of almost killing the one woman who means anything to him, he wipes her memory of the event. When Charlee awakens with complete amnesia, Anthony is the only one who can clean up the mess he’s made.Blood Lust Series:KeptClaimedMated THE PRETERNATURALS SERIES:Book 1: Blood Lust (Novellas: Kept, Claimed, Mated)Book 2: Save My SoulBook 3: The CatalystBook 4: Life CyclePreternaturals Shorts:Dark Mercy (novella)Cat Fight (short story)EXCERPT FROM CLAIMED:She lifted her eyes to his, all thoughts of self-preservation tossed aside. “I’m not your pet.” Behind the brave facade was the question, wondering if that was how he’d classed her.He made a sound of disgust. “Vampire groupies. Don’t listen to anything that girl has to say. No, you’re not my pet, Charlotte. If you were my pet, you’d be enthralled. And if I’d trusted you enough to leave you to your free will, you would be in severe trouble for this.”Anthony raised his hand again displaying the burn mark. The bagged blood working through his system had healed it a bit further but not enough.He leaned in close to her and inhaled. He nuzzled her throat, his tongue creeping out to trail down the side of her neck, the tips of his fangs barely skimming her tender flesh. Then he was on the other side of the cramped elevator. He gripped the railing for support and looked up, shocked. She held a cross in front of her, her hand shaking.Her other hand covered the place where his fangs had almost penetrated, as if by covering it, he could no longer smell the blood rushing by. “You said, not me.”“Put it away, Charlotte.”“And be dinner? Gee, I’m thinking no.”*If you like Zoe Winters, you may also like Kait Nolan and H.P. Mallory*
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