the name of science, he was stripped of everything—including his
name. Scientists want to know the secret to the Kan Asma Vampires’
longevity, but there’s no way they’ll make him talk. They’ve
tried everything, but he’d rather die than betray his people.
with their newest tactic. The moment he tastes the blood of that
unsuspecting woman, his entire world is turned upside down. Mariyah
touches him with kindness and manages to shatter his resistance.
Because of her, A-Fourteen feels more alive than he has in years. She
promises to try and save him. But can he trust her?
Lifespan Institute’s fountain of youth. When she is left to bleed
out in the cell of a vampire prisoner, the last thing she expects is
to survive. A-Fourteen shows her mercy by not killing her…and
Mariyah ends up giving him her heart. If she fails him, he will die,
and his blood will be on her hands, staining her soul.
life. When she forms an alliance with the Kan Asma refugees, she
plays a dangerous game of double agent. She knows the risks, and she
also knows time is running out.
“I stopped asking twenty years ago.” He plucked at a thread hanging from the tatty cuff of his uniform.
“You’ve been here twenty years?” She leaned forward now, wanting to know more about this prisoner.
His shaggy head tipped back. His shoulders quaked as he laughed in a short bark. “Try thirty years, more or less. I’ve lost track of time. What day is it?”
Three decades. How absolutely horrid. She could only assume it was the same day but didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious. Despite being unsure, she rattled off the date, and he jolted in surprise as if being slapped.
“The Annual Family Meal is next week,” he muttered. “I’d give my right kidney for roasted lamb. Damn, I’d give a pinky for saffron rice.”
“You eat food?” Not just blood. She hadn’t said it aloud, but the guy had fangs. He must be one of those monsters. A vampire. Vampires were real! Oh, my God. She’d been testing samples of vampires. Of bloodsuckers. Of demonic beings who’d suck out her soul while feeding on her blood.
Terror gripped her, and she shoved herself farther into the corner, bringing her knees up to shield vital organs.
“I can scent your fear, by the way, and it reeks like chlorine.” He shook his arms, rattling the chains. “I’m no threat to you.” He licked his lower lip. “Except when I’m hungry.” A screech tore from her throat, and she folded in on herself.
alpha-male twenty-four hours a day. Christa Paige is a
multi-published author in several genres. Her passion for love
stories spans many tropes. She writes sensual, romantic tales and
sweet love stories. In her free time, Christa, likes knitting and has
a yarn stash that keeps growing. (Especially if it is bamboo.) She
has a love/hate relationship with running but can’t turn down a
themed 5k race. Her beagle babies are her running partners. She never
tires of watching a Star Wars marathon or rereading Lord of the
Rings. There’s a special place in her heart for the Regency
Romance. Mr. Darcy is her favorite Regency hero, especially when he
is wearing Hessians and a cravat.
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