Ginny's Angels: Blood Angels MC RH, #1

By S.E. Isaac and Josette Reuel

**Paranormal MC Reverse Harem Romance**

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Genevieve – Ginny – Porter left the constant heat of Phoenix, Arizona for the wild interior of Alaska. Having never seen snow, she had no idea what to expect and was severely unprepared. She soon regretted her decision to accept the very lucrative position with Angeli di Sangue Imports, Exports Inc. Crashing her Jeep to miss something in the road might prove she should have stayed in Phoenix but the man who comes to her rescue might prove she's exactly where she should be.

 

Elias Nilsen has wandered the world as a vampire for quite some time and built up a name for himself. A name that made him the perfect candidate for being the president of the Blood Angels MC – a motorcycle club comprised of vampires, wolf shifters, hybrids, and humans in a secluded Alaskan town. He works hard for his MC and his MC brothers work even harder for him. Being the president leaves Elias wanting for nothing. His life is perfect. He wouldn't change a thing. Or would he?

 

Born in Italy more years than he cared to count ago, Caius Acciaio sought solitude and a place where he could heal his mind and soul. Years of war and death had worn him down; and humans didn't seem to be ready to change any time soon. As a vampire with healing abilities, his empathy could have driven him mad if he hadn't found the Blood Angels who gave him a place to call home.

 

Pavel Smirnov was born in an aristocratic vampire settlement, the child of a vampire father and human mother, he was deemed barely more valuable than a mule used to carry supplies. He was forced into service… forced to fight or die. What would he give up for the MC who saved him?

 

Three hard men who live on the life-force – blood – of others are pushed to the brink when a tiny human woman crashes into their lives. Will Ginny soften hearts and push them to accept something they never expected to be gifted?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evanlea Publishing
• Release date: Aug 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393092315

S.E. Isaac

Coming from a family of military members, S.E. Isaac learned at an early age what it meant to travel. She spent six years of her childhood in Germany and the remainder in Missouri, USA. She became a young mother at the age of sixteen and learned what determination, motivation, and inspiration could do for one’s life. She has experienced just about everything life can throw at a person, from serving in the military, seeing the effects of war, divorces, childbirth, financial struggles, being a single parent, and raising a special needs child alone. Life hasn’t always granted her the happiness, which she desired, but she never quit treading water. You have to fight for what you want in life. Writing has always been an outlet for her, even at the young age of eight, which is when she started writing poetry and short stories. It has always been a dream to have her work published and to have readers connect with her characters. She believes that is every writer’s dream — to have their work truly read. Connect with S.E. Isaac www.facebook.com/monsterinthecookiejar www.twitter.com/SiobhanIsaac www.instagram.com/se.isaac/ www.tumblr.com/blog/seisaac www.booksprout.co/author/1269/s-e-isaac

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Ginny’s Angels: Blood Angels MC RH 1

Copyright c) 2020 S.E. Isaac and Josette Schaber (as Josette Reuel)

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Ginny’s Angels

Blood Angels MC RH 1

By S.E. Isaac & Josette Reuel

Genevieve – Ginny – Porter left the constant heat of Phoenix, Arizona for the wild interior of Alaska. Having never seen snow, she had no idea what to expect and was severely unprepared. She soon regretted her decision to accept the very lucrative position with Angeli di Sangue Imports, Exports Inc. Crashing her Jeep to miss something in the road might prove she should have stayed in Phoenix but the man who comes to her rescue might prove she’s exactly where she should be.

Elias Nilsen has wandered the world as a vampire for quite some time and built up a name for himself. A name that made him the perfect candidate for being the president of the Blood Angels MC – a motorcycle club comprised of vampires, wolf shifters, hybrids, and humans in a secluded Alaskan town. He works hard for his MC and his MC brothers work even harder for him. Being the president leaves Elias wanting for nothing. His life is perfect. He wouldn't change a thing. Or would he?

Born in Italy more years than he cared to count ago, Caius Acciaio sought solitude and a place where he could heal his mind and soul. Years of war and death had worn him down; and humans didn’t seem to be ready to change any time soon. As a vampire with healing abilities, his empathy could have driven him mad if he hadn’t found the Blood Angels who gave him a place to call home.

Pavel Smirnov was born in an aristocratic vampire settlement, the child of a vampire father and human mother, he was deemed barely more valuable than a mule used to carry supplies. He was forced into service… forced to fight or die. What would he give up for the MC who saved him?

Three hard men who live on the life-force – blood – of others are pushed to the brink when a tiny human woman crashes into their lives. Will Ginny soften hearts and push them to accept something they never expected to be gifted?

CHAPTER ONE

GINNY

The snow was coming down in blinding sheets of fluffy flurries as I clutched the steering wheel of my new four-wheel-drive vehicle. My satellite phone had stopped working an hour ago and I could only hope the printed directions my old roommate had insisted I print were accurate. There was also a fear that I had made a wrong turn which kept my shoulders tight and my fingers cramped on the steering wheel.

For the thousandth time, I asked myself why I had decided to take the new position in the wilds of Alaska. Sure, the money was terrific, but I had a decent job back in Arizona and it was a hell of a lot warmer there.

My poor Jeep was struggling to keep the interior of the car warm even with the temperature turned all of the way up. How could it be so cold? And, the bigger question, why in the hell would people want to live out here in it?

The zeros on my offer letter and the extra incentive from the government to live in Alaska had seduced me. It was easy to think it would be nice to live in the snow when I never have before. The thought of not dying from the heat had been too tempting. However, I don’t think I could ever imagine this low of a temperature until arriving in Alaska and hitting the road to Azrael, Alaska.

One benefit of this cold – I might lose some of my curves as my body used them to keep warm. Diets had never worked for me, so maybe this was the answer to my prayers.

All I could hope was that the office I would be taking over wasn’t in too bad of shape. From my understanding the last office manager for the import and export company I was going to work for – Angeli di Sangue Imports, Exports Inc. – had left the company over six months ago.

Of course, it meant I needed to get there. Safely, preferably. I laughed hysterically as the vehicle slid on the ice and I eased off of the gas. This was going to take me forever if I couldn’t increase my speed.

Frustration surged inside of me.

Stop being a grandma, Ginny, I snapped into my almost silent car – the only other sounds were those of the roaring engine and the blowing wind. Pressing down on the gas, the car shot forward and promptly slid at least fifty feet before I regained control. Slow and steady, Ginny. I quickly changed my tune.

Staring into the darkening landscape, I cursed myself for not staying the night at the hotel as I had originally planned. Excitement and the desire to get started in my new life – one with a furnished and paid for by the company apartment which meant I would live without a roommate for the first time in my life – had outweighed the caution to wait until first light to utilize the daylight hours for the drive.

My eyes burned from exhaustion from traveling by plane from Phoenix, Arizona to Anchorage, Alaska. In Anchorage, I caught a ride on the smallest plane I’d ever seen to Bettles, Alaska. The car I had been promised had been waiting just outside of the Bettles airport. I had then driven several hours on Route 11 before turning on a road that followed the Yukon River. A road that hadn’t shown up on any maps other than the one I had been sent by the company. My phone had stopped working at about the same time I had turned on the road which made it even creepier.

Maybe I should turn back? I mumbled miserably. Maybe it was a–

A large shadow darted in front of my Jeep and I automatically slammed on my brakes. Big mistake. Big.

Fuck! I screamed as the car slid along the road.

Who knew if it was fear or dumb luck, because it sure as hell wasn’t skill, that kept the car on the road as long as it did. When I finally came to a stop the front end was embedded in a huge pile of snow. When I tried to put the car in reverse, the tires spun and I had a feeling that the tires had gone off the edge of the road as well. Wasn’t four-wheel-drive vehicles supposed to be able to get out of these types of situations?

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I yelled into the darkened car as I slammed my fists against the steering wheel before turning the key off to save my gas.

I couldn’t be sure what had crossed the road but… I moved my eyes over the shadowed landscape surrounding my car… hopefully, it wasn’t something hungry that could break through thick glass.

As the seconds ticked by with no animal attack and the car began to make noises as it cooled. I began to think about what I should do.

The company was expecting me. I had called and left a message before I left Bettles, too; so as soon as someone listened to the message, they could send someone to