A startling new vision of paranormal romance: When a human ventures into the world of vampires—a decadent milieu of blood-bonds and betrayal—she discovers that not all is what it seems.

For Reyna Carpenter, giving up her body isn’t a choice. It’s survival.

In a civilization laid waste by poverty and desperation, Reyna accepts a high-paying position with the wealthy and hungry vampire elite. Her new job is as the live-in blood escort for the intimidating, demanding, and devilishly handsome Beckham Anderson. He’s everything she expected from a vampire, except for one thing—he won’t feed off her.

Reyna soon discovers that behind Beckham’s brooding, wicked façade lies a unique and complex man. And that, in a dark and divided world, she is more valuable than she ever would have believed.

For with each passing night, Reyna can’t shake the sensation that it’s Beckham who’s afraid of her.

Note: Reyna and Beckham’s story continues in Blood Match.

Series:

Blood Type

Book 1

Book Type:

Paranormal Romance

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Excerpt: Blood Type

“I just want to make sure I understand the rules. I can leave?”

Beckham raised an eyebrow. “So, eager to leave already?”

“No,” she said, taking a step backward at his look. “I just wanted to know if I was permitted to leave.”

She needed to see her brothers as soon as possible, but didn’t want to break any rules on the first day of her new . . . job.

“You are not my prisoner. You may come and go as you please, but as my house guest I do like to know where you are at all times. Just text me when you come and go.”

“Oh.” She breathed out softly.

“I’m paying a lot of money for you to be here. I don’t want to waste my investment,” he said plainly.

She shuddered at the word. It made her feel as cheap as the term whore. She was here as a feeder and nothing more. He didn’t even have the decency to hide the underlying humiliation of her purpose.

“Investment,” she repeated hollowly.

“Yes, Miss Carpenter. You are very very expensive investment,” he repeated harshly.

“I see. So, are we going to do this, then?” she spat.

Her anger flared and intensified immediately. She yanked her shirt aside at her throat and bared her neck. This was what she was here for, right? Forget the fancy penthouse, new cellphone, a refrigerator with enough food to feed her entire apartment complex back in the warehouses, her own room, or a butler. Plain and simple. She was food. She sustained him. If she was here to do a job, then she wanted to remind herself exactly why she was here. She couldn’t be blinded by the fancy place she had walked into. None of this was hers. She was here at the mercy of a vampire who could send her away for a replacement as easily as he could drain her dry. She refused to forget that again.

Her hands trembled as fear pricked at her. And she waited, refusing to back down, even when Beckham made no move toward her.

Beckham cocked his head to the side, simply watching her. “I’m not hungry and you should . . .” He looked her up and down. “Freshen up.”

And with that he walked down the hall, into a room, and slammed the door.

She righted herself slowly. Her breathing was uneven, and she couldn’t believe what had just happened. He had rejected her. Completely and utterly rejected her.

Somehow that damn man made her feel even more insulted in his absence.