Don't Judge, Read: Release Blitz: COMPELLED BY FATE by Christa Paige

COMPELLED BY FATE

Christa Paige

Series: Kan Asma Vampires Book 2
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Hartwood Publishing
Publication Date: April 10, 2018

Thrown together in a race against time, he has to win her heart to save her life.

Vastian is the deadliest warrior prince in the history of the Kan Asma Vampire Council. He'd willingly give his life to follow his revered leader's orders to protect their people, no questions asked. Brutal wars have honed his skills as a ruthless killer while the beast that hides behind a human façade craves vengeance for the infiltration of his homeland. It is all a distraction from what he truly wants.

When the unthinkable happens, and tragedy follows, Vastian must reveal a secret that alters his life forever.

His blood-bound oath to the Council and their the long-held traditions forbid him to uphold the solemn vow he made to save the one female his heart desires but can never have. He can't risk falling in love with Thalia, but he will keep her safe and alive...no matter what.

Because she will die without him.

Vastian is about to wage the biggest battle of his life. If he fails to win this war, it will mean losing her, forever.

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“So why do I feel this way?” Her eyelids fluttered as her gaze settled on his face.

“You don’t want it?” He dropped his hands, crossed his trembling arms over his chest. God, what was he doing? His hunger had never gotten the best of him.

She moved, slow and cautious, sweeping her fingertips across his clenched jaw. “I shouldn’t.”

He shook his head and caught her hand, bringing it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. When he exhaled against her delicate skin, she shivered and keened his name.

“I’m so cold.” She shivered again and pulled her hand free to rub her arms. “Cold to the bone.”

The sweetest hint of female arousal clung to the air, teasing his senses. Inside, he rioted. His features shifted, stinging as the bones aligned into his predatory state. He fought against his inborn nature while the line between humanity and the animalistic creature in his soul vanished.

He wanted her. Craved her.

When his eyes turned, his field of vision expanding, he saw her heat signals, watched the minute changes of her pulse. She swallowed reflexively, as if nervous. Her lips parted, and little breaths tore from her chest. If he didn’t take her in his arms and touch her, warm her, taste her, he was going to lose his freaking mind.

He lifted his arms, hands up and forced himself to speak, “Let me help you then.”

She had ten seconds to march out of there and put distance between them. It was all he could manage. If she stood there any longer, he’d shove his humanity into a dark corner of his soul, muzzle the bastard and take what he wanted.

Five seconds.

Three.

She looked past his shoulder and shook her head.

One.

“Please.” When she reached for him, he roared and pushed her back against the wall. His mouth crashed onto hers, tongue spearing into her mouth. He kissed her with wild abandon, pressing her to open further, to surrender to his invasion.

Her tongue met his, dueled and touched. His thoughts splintered. Desire rammed into him, and he caught both sides of her face, angling her head to nibble on her lips.

Insistent hands traveled up his chest, shaping his muscles. She skated her fingers over his pecs and higher still to his shoulder. When her palm curved at the nape of his neck and tugged, he closed his eyes and let her pull him down to her throat.

He was lost, utterly and completely gone. With one fang pressed against the warm flesh, he pushed until it gave but withdrew immediately. He waited for the blood to drip from the puncture and followed the stream across the ridge of her collarbone and under the loose collar of her blouse. A little pool of her blood coalesced in the valley of her breasts just waiting for him to savor each heated droplet.

When she pulled the blouse down, exposing her creamy skin and the lacy bra, heat surged low between his legs. A pounding throb drew the skin tight.

“Drink,” she commanded in a rough pitch.

About Christa Paige

Strict professor by day. Romance author by night. Lover of all things alpha-male twenty-four hours a day. Christa Paige writes contemporary romantic stories featuring the brave men and women in law enforcement. Christa’s expanded Kan Asma series includes alpha-male vampires fighting against all odds for their mates. Also, Christa writes sweet Regency love stories. A native SoCal girl, Christa loves, knitting, Star Wars, LOTR, Austen, and Disneyland.

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