Blood Lust (A Vampire Paranormal Romance)

By Wren Winter

She’s just a librarian. Why can’t vampires keep their hands off her?

When librarian Sarah Lincoln was attacked in an alley on the way home from work, and two men came to her rescue, things didn't seem too strange.

Sure, they were incredibly attractive. When they told her that she'd been attacked by monsters, and that the monsters worked for a vampire, that seemed like a joke.

But just when it starts to seem more and more like they're telling the truth, she discovers something terrifying about her saviors.

Now Sarah has to wonder which is more dangerous: what's outside, or the men she let in.

• Language: English
• Publisher: XinXii
• Release date: Oct 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9786050407884

Wren Winter

Wren Winter is our paranormal romance author. Things that go bump in the night are her passion... in more ways than one! Wren is an ENFP. Her head is always in the clouds, but her pen is often on the paper. When people ask her if she believes in ghosts, she always answers yes. Aliens? Maybe not so much, but she's open minded. She thinks bigfoot believers are kind of funny, though! When Wren was 8 years old, her mother moved in with a new husband. With that new husband came a very old house, with all the floor creaks and random cracks that come with old wood and brick. This was Wren's first encounter with the paranormal. As her mother tells it, Wren would often stare atthe stairs and point, asking about the "woman in a blue dress" standing there. This would often be coupled with their dog, Rusty, growling in that direction. Ever since then, Wren has tried to stay sensitive to the paranormal. Her friends often say the curtain between the worlds of the living and the dead is always thinner whenever she's around. Maybe that's true. Wren doesn't know for sure. She does know, though, that if you ever need a tarot reading or just need to talk about the paranormal, she's your go-to girl.

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1

Sarah Lincoln was coming home from a long day at work, so she didn't notice the men who were approaching her until they were already too close for her to do anything about what happened next.

They were shambling slowly, like they were tired from a long workout, or had been drinking, which wasn't all that strange because she took a back alley from the train station and it wasn't unusual to find people who didn't want to get the cops called on them for public drunkenness.

What was unusual was the way they grabbed her, almost in unison. They weren't fast, even as their hands balled up her jacket and started to shove against the wall. She might have been able to outrun them. But their grip was too tight, and as she looked past she could see two more coming up.

A voice shouted in the darkness. Get back! The shambling things didn't get back, though. They didn't even look as if they'd heard whoever it was. Then they started to lean into her, their hot, disgusting breath on her neck.

Sarah didn't question what the two men who ran up were doing. It was obvious from the outset that they'd come to rescue her. When she saw a flash of steel, though, a shock went up her spine. Jesus Christ, was that a knife?

His arm wrapped around the ghoul's neck and pulled back. She didn't have to see his hand to know that he'd just driven the knife in to the hilt. Whatever the things that were threatening her were, she knew, they weren't human.

They looked human, wore clothes. She'd mistaken them for men, but something about the way they moved, about the way that their eyes seemed not to focus, set them apart from any human that Sarah had ever known.

Are you hurt?

It took a long moment for the question to register in Sarah's mind, like he'd spoken a foreign language she had learned in high school. She was too afraid, and too caught up in her panic.

What brought her out, helped her regain her control, wasn't the soothing way that he asked, wasn't the violent dispatch of the monstrous creatures that had attacked her, nor the way that the second man continued on to dispatch the other two as easily as they had the first.

It was his eyes. They were tired eyes, the sort of eyes of most of the regulars at the library. The deep blue color, almost unnaturally blue. The sort of blue eyes that she only saw on film stars. The way he looked at her was strange, until she registered what she was seeing.

Desire.

She hadn't seen the look on many men's faces, not since high school when she'd known boys who would look at any girl like that. Sarah's breath came out shaky and she played back the last moments in her head, finally heard the question he asked.

I don't think so, she answered.

Was that the right thing to say? She didn't feel any pain, but she wasn't sure that she felt anything at all. That was until his hands moved and touched her skin. Then she knew that she could feel, that she was intensely sensitive.

His skin burned against hers, lighting a fire inside her. Sarah couldn't help but lean into that touch, to want to feel more of it. She had thought that she didn't feel anything for men. As if it was never going to happen for her. The fact that she was never going to want to try sex again was something she'd accepted a long time ago.

But now she wasn't so sure.

Are you sure? Not a scratch, nothing?

It was the second man's voice, low and powerful. Sarah felt her knees go weak. The intensity of his gaze her made her stomach do a flip. He studied her neck with his eyes, his hands making a quick path up and down her clothing like a police officer doing a pat-down.

He spoke more to his partner than to her. I think we got here just in time.

Are you going to be alright? The first one, with his powerfully blue eyes, looked at her, ignoring the comment of his friend.

You saved my life, Sarah cried, the weight of what had happened finally dawning on her. It was too much for her to think about all at once. How was she going to be alright? What the hell had attacked her? How was any of this possible?

Do you need us to walk you home? We need to talk.

Sarah couldn't speak. It was all too much. She nodded her head and tried to gulp down a breath.

The second man, the man whose intensity had overwhelmed her so completely, turned the moment her head started to move. He stalked ahead, and she watched the way that his hips moved as he walked. Even in heavy autumn clothing he looked she could see the way that he moved, could see how naturally and how comfortably every step was.

He looked as if he were more in tune with his body than she would ever be, Sarah thought. The way that he slunk up to corners, peered around them, his body tensed up like a snake coiling to strike. The easy movement from left to right of his head, never surprised. She and his partner took up the rear, his arm around her shoulders.

She didn't even know their names, she realized, as they turned and finally came out near the front door of her apartment. She walked past the doorman, never thinking about how the three of them might look to an outsider. She wasn't thinking about much of anything except getting back to her apartment. Where it was safe.

As soon as she got back, all of this would be a bad dream. All of it, she hoped, except for these two.

Sarah's mind barely registered when they got into her apartment and laid her down on the sofa. The dark-haired one paced back and forth, something clearly upsetting him. The one with blue eyes, on the other hand, after all his interest in whether or not she was alright, seemed ready to go immediately.

Introductions, said the dark-haired, intense man after a long moment of thought. My name is Isaiah, this is my partner, Jason. Do you know what just happened to you?

Those men, they tried to attack me. I could've been… or worse.

Those weren't men, Jason corrected immediately. And not just because 'real men don't attack women.' He seemed to silently laugh at his own crude joke.

Those were ghouls. The soul of a vampire—

Wait, what? Sarah sat up. Vampire? You're pulling my leg. Is someone going to pop out with a camera? Did Lana put you up to this?

It's not a joke, miss Lincoln. I'm afraid it's very serious. You were attacked by the servants of a vampire tonight, who intended to bring you, sedated, to his lair, where he would then brutally murder you for his own pleasure and drink your blood

That's very dramatic, she said, still half-teasing. It sounded like he was serious, but what Isaiah said was insane. Eventually, she knew, shed figure out what the real game was and then she'd understand whether or not he was serious. Until then, she just had to humor him.

Isaiah crouched down before her. Now that he was this close, it was a wonder