Blood Treasure #1: New Adult Vampire Romance

By Mac Flynn

A forgotten tomb, a bored college-aged woman, and one wrong step lead to a sensual encounter.

Mary Murray is the college-aged student, a woman bored out of her mind with digging for artifacts that aren’t there. Things change when a fellow student stumbles on a lost tomb and her careless professor unleashed pleasures she never imagined.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9788826463728

Mac Flynn

A seductress of sensual words and a lover of paranormal plots, Flynn enjoys writing thrilling paranormal stories filled with naughty fun and hilarious hijinks. She is the author of numerous paranormal series that weave suspense, adventure and a good joke into a one-of-a-kind experience that readers are guaranteed to enjoy. From long adventure novels to tasty little short-story treats, there's a size and adventure for everyone.Want to know when her next series comes out? Join The Flynn newsletter and be the first to know! macflynn.com/newsletter/Also check out her website at macflynn.com for listings and excerpts of all of her books!

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Blood

Treasure

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New Adult Vampire Romance

Mac Flynn

Copyright © 2017 by Mac Flynn

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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1

I had to keep reminding myself that I’d volunteered to join this training dig. This was supposed to be what I was studying to do for the rest of my life, after all. I needed to stay focused and positive. I needed to smile and carefully brush away the surface one pebble at a time. I

needed

to

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I need to get another major, I mumbled as I bent over

my

hole

.

My name is Mary Murray, and at that moment I wanted nothing more than to drop the brush in my hand, stand up, and cry out that I would stand for this tyranny no more. Unfortunately, it was neither the place nor the time for theatrics. I wasn’t a theater major, I was an archeology major, and right then I was on a practice dig to learn what it was like out in the field. So far the only thing I was liking about it was the exotic destination. We were in Hungary, a land of beautiful wilderness, lively festivals, and paprika, my favorite spice.

Our practice dig was nestled in a valley a hundred miles from our sister university. Around us towered mountains covered in trees and dotted with a few dirt roads. The nearest village was a five-mile hike or cart ride along one of those roads. At our feet lay a field of stone and loose dirt. It’d been used as a practice dig for a good decade and the most interesting thing anyone had ever found was a severe case of the

common

cold

.

We ten students knelt inside a patch of dirt separated from one another by a flimsy bit of string that defined the borders that made up the square. Every day for the last two days we’d marched from our camp of white, pitched tents to our little squares