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The Blood and Snow Series by RaShelle Workman

Blood and Snow Volumes 1-4

blood and snowBLOOD AND SNOW: Snow White isn’t an ordinary girl. She doesn’t know that yet.

REVENANT IN TRAINING: Snow has become something not quite human. She must discover how to live with the changes, hopefully without killing anyone.

THE VAMPIRE CHRISTOPHER: Snow White craves blood. Especially the blood of her Hunter. But will drinking from him save or enslave her?

BLOOD SOAKED PROMISES: Snow White must come to terms with her bloodlust. It’s one thing to drink the blood of her Hunter, something else entirely to drink the blood of a human.

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Excerpt:

Chapter 1 

“I’ve had several seriously sexual daydreams about the new guy. Have you seen him?”

“Cin, I didn’t need to know that.” I jammed my math book into my backpack and slammed the locker door. Cindy rested her petite frame against the locker next to mine. Her radiant baby blues twinkled. “No, I haven’t seen him. Apparently he’s . . . cute?” I asked.

She snorted. “Cute? No! He isn’t a kitten. He’s hot, sexier than hell, and has a voice that could melt chocolate.”

I had to laugh. Cindy has a way with words. It’d been like that since first grade. We met our first day of school. She’d traded me her Twinkie for my apple with the line, “I don’t think you should eat the apple, Snow White.” We’d been friends almost ten years.

She was different than me in every way, except our blue eyes. She was the epitome of a waif, while I towered over her at five foot eight. She had blond hair that hung long and was always perfectly styled; mine was a boring dark brown and came to just below my ears. Her clothes were the latest fashion, as were her nails, makeup, and jewelry, including the heart shaped stud in her belly button. Me? Well, let’s just say I didn’t own any makeup, and my clothes consisted of baggy jeans and large old tee shirts thanks to my seven best friends and their hand-me-downs. My nails were stubby and my ears weren’t even pierced. Honestly, I wondered if Cin found me embarrassing sometimes, but I gave her points for sticking around.

“Melt chocolate, huh? He sounds nice.”

“Snow!” She stomped her foot. “Nice isn’t even a proper word. It’s in the same arena as finegoodokay, andpure.” She shuddered.

“What’s wrong with pure?” I asked, unable to help a laugh, and started toward the gym.

She jogged next to me. “Nothing if you’re Snow White.” A look of amused disgust sat on her face.

I’d reached the girl’s locker room and pulled open the door. An immediate whiff of steamed perfume smacked my nose.

Cindy followed me in and sat on a bench while I changed into my workout clothes. “I can’t believe your parents are still forcing you to participate in Track. Haven’t they seen you run?”

I huffed. “Rude!” But it was the truth. I ran like a herd of super klutzy elephants, or a drunken rhino. I wasn’t graceful or fast. It was just sad. Still, my dad and stepmother had agreed to buy me a laptop if I participated. I think they hoped I’d get some rhythm or become less bumbling if the coach showed me how to run.

Both Coach Sorensen and I knew there wasn’t a snowball’s chance I’d become more agile anytime soon, but he understood why I tried so hard. “For the sake of a laptop I’ll let you stay on the team,” he’d said. 

So I went to every practice and every meet. I wasn’t going to stop until either something broke or I was carried off the field on a stretcher—and one or either scenario was inevitable.

Sadly, my disgraceful running behavior had made me the brunt of several jokes.

“Hide the dust bunnies, Snow’s on the loose. We don’t want her to fall.”

“What’s the difference between Snow and a tree?” they’d ask. Answer: “A tree sways, Snow falls.”

“What does a leaf and Snow have in common?” Answer: “They both fall.”

“Why’d the chicken cross the road?” Answer: “Because he was afraid Snow would fall on him.” The jokes weren’t really funny or even that creative, but they were shared within earshot on a regular basis.

As if reading my mind, Cindy asked, “Want to hear the latest joke?”

I gave her the eye. Of course not. 

“It’s actually kind of fun-ny,” she said in her sing-song voice.

I plopped down next to her and slid on my Keds. “Do I have a choice?”

“Snow? C’mon.” She smacked me playfully on my Day-Glo white knee. I couldn’t help but notice how sun-kissed and perfectly shaved her legs were compared to mine. I’d missed a spot or two—or three—in the shower this morning.

Sighing, I nodded reluctantly and pulled up my tube socks.

 “What’s the only thing that runs worse than Snow White?”

I double-knotted my shoelaces, waiting.

“Come on, ask.”

“Fine. What?”

A strangled snicker escaped her glossed lips. “A snowman,” she said, laughing hysterically. “Get it? Snow man.” 

I forced a smile. “Yeah, that’s funny.” Standing, I slammed my locker with a little more oomph than I’d intended. The metal noise reverberated through the locker room. I wasn’t angry. No point. It was true. Running and me were like oil and water, or Nutella and battery acid; we didn’t mix. Still, I didn’t enjoy hearing the jokes very much.

With my back to her I said, “I’ll see you later.”

“Hey, we still watching a movie tonight?” she asked, her voice pouty.

I turned back. It wasn’t my intention to hurt her feelings. She hadn’t come up with the joke, after all. She wouldn’t do that. “Of course. Want to meet at the regular spot around nine?”

A brilliant smile lit her up. “Yep, I’ll see you after my shift at Bertilini’s. Invite the guys if you want.”

The guys she referred to were my next-door neighbors. They were also my best friends. Their given names were Bart, Sebastian, Daniel, Dorian, Gabriel, Heathcliff, and Salvatore. They lived in a mansion with an old professor by the name of Adam Henry. I called him Professor Pops because that’s what the guys called him. He wasn’t their real father as far as genetics went, but I’d never seen a man love his sons more than Professor Pops loved his adopted boys. Sometimes I got a little jealous since my dad and stepmother were gone a lot—like right now. They were in St. Bart’s.

“Cool. See ya.” I raised a hand in farewell and pushed open the door that led out onto the field. 

“Au revoir,” she returned, waving.

I smiled to myself as I went outside. It seemed French was the latest foreign language class Cindy had decided to take. She’d already tried to learn Italian, Chinese, and Spanish.

Chewing a nail, I headed down the stairs. One of my steps was too big and I started to fall forward. Stretching out my arms, I braced for the inevitable. I closed my eyes out of habit. There’d be skinned hands and knees along with some imbedded pavement rock in this episode.

The fall never came, though. I realized someone held me. He or she smelled like sweat and spicy cologne: oranges and cinnamon, maybe. The chest felt taut and the hands seemed large. I was betting a guy.

Slowly I peered through my lashes. Dazzling hazel eyes watched me. His lips turned up in a half smirk.

“You should be more careful. That fall would’ve hurt.”

I blushed. Flopping around like a dying fish I tried to stand and smacked him in the mouth with my forehead. A drop of rosy red blood immediately formed on his bottom lip.

He helped me stand and let go. I was surprised he didn’t bolt.

“Sorry about that,” I said, studying his handsome features. His hair was a sandy blond and he was tanned. I absently noticed that he was at least six inches taller than me, which made my heart do an excited pitter, skippity-skip, pat

“It’s okay,” he said, a strange look on his face. I couldn’t figure it out, but I guessed it fell somewhere between abhorrence and shock.

I touched his lip with my thumb and wiped the blood on my shorts. Yeah, not the sexiest of moves. “No, it isn’t. Really, is there anything I can do? Help you find the nurse? Get you an ice pack?” I guessed since I hadn’t seen him around before that he must be the new guy all the girls had been gossiping about. Not that I could blame them. Salem High School wasn’t very big and most of the families had lived here for generations, so a new student propelled the school into frenzy the way blood excited sharks.

“Nah, I’ll be fine.” I noticed his black shorts hung low on his hips and, if it wasn’t for the white tank, I might’ve seen more than I’d bargained for. As it was I was able to see a lot. Muscles rippled down his arms. He had a trim waist and, by the looks of it, great-looking legs.

I blushed brighter, guessing both cheeks were the color of radishes.

“Okay.” I glanced at his running shoes. “Are you on the track team?”

“I hope so. Coach is having me try out.”

Oh, no. If he didn’t do well, it’d be my fault. “Good luck,” I said, looking up.

“Thanks, but I don’t need luck.” He smiled showing two straight rows of white teeth. Reminded me of a toothpaste commercial. “You wanna watch me?”

“Yes, sure.” I couldn’t help but smile back. He didn’t seem upset or hurt. His lip didn’t even look swollen.

“I’m Chace Charming,” he said as we headed toward the field.

I snickered and he gave me a sideways look. “It’s nice to meet you, Charming. My name is Snow White.”

In one glance I realized he understood what I thought was funny. “What were our parents thinking? I’ve considered having my last name changed. But if you can deal with yours, I guess I can deal with mine.”

“I know, right?”

I was glad Chace and I walked together because I tripped two more times before he led me to a bench, where I gave the coach a thumbs-up and happily sat for the duration of practice. 

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Blood and Snow Volumes 5-8

cover2webedited PREY AND MAGIC: When blood is all you crave, is there even a choice?

MASQUERADE’S MOON: Professor Pops throws Snow White a Masquerade Ball for her sixteenth birthday. A war is brewing and her party may be the battle ground.

SEAL OF GABRIEL:There are seven magical properties in the Seal of Gabriel. Snow learns how the Seal was created.

TELLTALE KISSES:Finding out who you are can be difficult, especially if you’re a teenage girl who’s become a vampire. Snow White discovers why she was sent back to Silindra’s time. She also receives several kisses, possibly even one from her true love.

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Blood and Snow Volumes 9-12

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LOVE BLEEDS: Questions are answered. Necks are bitten. Kisses are traded. And Snow realizes sometimes love bleeds…

EYE OF ABERNATHY: Snow possesses a piece of the first dragon’s soul. She needs to speak to him about that. Also, she finally understands what it’s like to be in love.

RESOLVED TO RULE: Snow comes face to face with destiny. A word she can’t stand.
VAMPIRE EVER AFTER?: Snow is the only one who can destroy the Vampire Queen, but her heart isn’t in it.

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About the author:

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RaShelle Workman is the international bestselling author of the Dead Roses series (“Sleeping Roses,” book 1 in the series, has been translated into Turkish and is NOW available wherever Turkish books are sold), the Immortal Essence series (has been contracted to be translated into Turkish as well), the Blood and Snow series, and the Cindy Chronicles. She’s sold over five hundred thousand copies of her novels worldwide. You can find RaShelle all over the web, but the best place to start is on her blog: rashelleworkman.com.

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