Blood
Bound (Blood
Ravagers Book One)
By: Traci
Douglass
ISBN: 978-1-945879-17-3
Release Date: October 10, 2016
Anna Frost had a bad feeling when her
twin sister, Liz, told her she’d run off with a member of the notorious
Otherworld biker gang, the Blood Ravagers. And her unease skyrockets when her
sister subsequently vanishes. The police have no authority and little interest,
so Anna decides to take matters into her own hands by infiltrating the group to
discover for herself what happened to Liz, where she meets….
Dante, half demon, half human. A mix of
two worlds, accepted by neither, he’s had no choice but to learn the hard way
how to play whatever side of the fence kept him alive during his nearly 500
years of existence. Now, as second-in-command of the Blood Ravagers biker gang,
his survival depends on keeping his humanity a secret. Dante’s ultimate goal is
to fulfill the vows he made over two centuries ago to create a world where
half-breeds can live in safety and equality.
But when sheltered schoolteacher Anna
finds unexpected, white-hot passion in the arms of Dante, will her quest for
the truth cost him more than he ever bargained for? Or will they find a way to
save Liz – and their love – together?
Sneak Peek - Opening Scene From Seven Seals
Series Book 4 by Traci Douglass
One look around Rick and Serpent’s should
have been enough to make any rational person turn tail and run. From the sweaty
press of overly sexed bodies to the awful disco music booming overhead, the
place reeked of bad booze and even worse decisions. Not exactly the way she’d
choose to spend a Saturday night, if she’d had a choice. Too bad they were
paying her damned good money to bring this bastard in.
Thana
Girgis weaved her way through the crowd of drunken revelers and headed toward
the makeshift bar at the back end of the narrow structure. She’d been all over
the world, seen way more of life’s underbelly than any twenty-six-year-old
should, yet this was the first time she’d celebrated Mardi Gras in a
double-wide.
A jacked-up, pimped out double-wide but
still.
Tiny
hairs on the back of her neck stood at alert and she sighed.
He was here again, watching her. At first
she’d thought she’d picked up a stalker. Wouldn’t have been the first time.
Then she’d seen him intercede during a convenience store robbery and recognized
the finely tuned moves of a former covert operative. Which meant someone had
hired him to follow her.
Plus, there was the strange fact that the
first time Thana had locked gazes with his feline green stare, a connection
between them had been formed—dark and strong and needful. That had been almost
six months ago and nothing—not work, not distance, not time—had diminished the
link.
She stood on tiptoe and searched the room
as best she could from her five-two-inch height, but didn’t spot him anywhere.
Just as well. Distractions of the sexual kind weren’t needed. Not when she was
so close to trapping her prey.
A
flash of movement drew Thana’s attention back to where it firmly belonged and
she pushed her way up to the bar. “Shot of Jack, please.”
“You
bet, chere.” The bartender’s warm southern drawl hinted at deeper creole roots.
He placed the small glass before her and filled it to the rim. “Hunting
tonight?”
“No.”
She knocked back the liquor in one swallow then gestured for another. “I’m
working.”
The
bartender eyed her up and down as he poured her another shot then took her
money. “Be careful, chere. Bad juju in the air.”
Thana ignored his warning and swiveled to
survey the crowd once more.
“Aw,
shit.” A large, heavily tattooed guy shouldered in beside her at the bar.
Dressed in tight jeans
and a skimpy top, Thana didn’t resemble her normal staid self, but then again,
that was the point. Considering her new neighbor was practically staring a hole
in the side of her head, it was time to get this party started.
She turned and gave him
her best deadpan look, silent.
“I lost my fucking
keys.” The guy made a show of checking his pockets, then stopped and grinned at
her, his mouth a mix of bad teeth and gold caps. “Can I check your pants?”
“Has that line ever gotten you laid?”
“Most times I beat the
bitches off with a stick, but tonight’s your lucky night.” He held his arms
wide, showing off a bushy set of hairy armpits beneath his stained Sons Of
Anarchy tank. “Now c’mon over here and give us a kiss.”
Thana burst out
laughing.
Mr. Rico Suave didn’t
seem take kindly to her giggles because he smashed his beer bottle against the
metal wall. The surrounding crowd continued to party, unaffected as shattered
glass tinkled to the floor. Thana remained relaxed against the bar, waiting.
His first mistake came
when he wrapped a beefy hand around her upper arm. He didn’t have a chance to
make a second.
Traci is a USA Today Bestselling Author
of Contemporary and Paranormal Romance. Her stories feature sizzling heroes
full of dark humor, quick wits and major attitudes and heroines who are smart,
tenacious, and always give as good as they get. She holds an MFA in Writing
Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University and she loves animals, chocolate,
coffee, hot British actors, and sarcasm—not necessarily in that order.
Website and blog: http://www.tracidouglass.net
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