Sons of Sangue by Patricia A. Rasey
Viper, Sons of Sangue Book 1
Kane ‘Viper' Tepes is one of the oldest living descendants of Vlad III. Vampirism is in his blood. So is being the President of the Sons of Sangue. Those who break motorcycle club rules that protect their coven are dealt swift punishment. No exceptions. Until one pretty little detective has him compromising his beliefs, and endangering his position as head of the MC.
Vampirism had Cara Brahnam turning tail and leaving behind her life in Pleasant. Now, ten years later, she's back as lead detective and wants to see the person responsible for draining the women of Lane County brought to justice, no matter what deal the gang of miscreants has struck with the sheriff. Or the fact that her number one suspect is the sole reason she fled in the first place.
Now someone has targeted Cara as the next victim and Kane must join in the hunt to find the ancient vampire that wants her dead.
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Excerpt from Viper:
“Where's the fire, Detective?” Kane asked, a smirk turning up a very sensual set of lips. Lord, she could imagine how soft they would feel against her own. Her heart picked up a beat and her breath stuck in her throat.
Cara willed her libido back into its dormant stage. “It's my bedtime,” she said, filling her tone with sarcasm.
His smile widened as though humored, before it dawned on Cara where his thoughts likely had led him. Great, Brahnam, why not just invite him into that bed of yours?
Cara gritted her teeth and shook off his hold. “It's late.”
“I beg to differ,” Kane said as he allowed her to step back. “The night is young. Care to join us, Detective?”
“No. You and Suzi can have fun entertaining one another.” She tried a second time to brush past him, only to have her efforts stymied again. Settling one hand on her hip, she glared up at him. “Is there something you want, Mister Tepes?”
His smile deepened. “It depends on what you're offering, Detective.”
Suzi grunted, obviously annoyed by his taunts of Cara. Not that Cara cared one iota what Suzi thought, but she’d be damned if she allowed Kane any farther under her skin. “Go to hell.”
This time, Cara managed to stomp by him and headed for her car in the parking lot. She had forgotten that Murphy's Tavern and Blood ‘n' Rave shared the same mall parking lot. Unlucky for her, she had quit Murphy's the exact time Kane and his date had left the seedier bar. Kane had some nerve hitting on her while in the company of Suzi. She might have felt sorry for the girl had Suzi not been glaring at her.
Cara reached her car, clicked her remote to unlock the Charger, then crawled behind her wheel, taking one final look back to see Kane had thankfully let her go without following. Good. Maybe he had finally gotten the message she wasn’t interested.
Now, Cara needed to convince herself.
Hawk, Sons of Sangue Book 2
Kaleb “Hawk” Tepes, as president of the Sons of Sangue and descendant of Vlad III, needs to keep his head focused on club business. Trouble is someone wants to divest him of it for a crime he committed against his vampire predecessors. He can’t afford distractions, especially those that come in the form of a five-foot-two sprite named Suzi, who once belonged to his nephew. In a moment of weakness, he makes a snap decision that can only spell trouble. Now faced with the one person who wants him dead, Kaleb must make the ultimate sacrifice or chance losing the only woman he truly desired forever.
Suzi Stevens has tried hard to put her past behind her and move forward. The one man she yearns for over all others, believes her to be nothing but cold-hearted. Hearing that someone has tried to behead him, she shelves past prejudices and rushes to his side, needing to see for herself that he’s all right. What she doesn’t count on is Hawk’s demand to take her as his personal blood donor. Now forced to endure his company, she fears losing her heart for all eternity to the one person who has the power to crush her.
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Excerpt from Hawk:
“I didn’t come here to bring up old wounds.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because I fooled myself into thinking I cared…” She stopped herself from saying about you. “I heard about Wheezer and Red Dot. I had to come to see if you were all right. I’m sorry now that I did. I should’ve let you wallow in your self-hatred.”
He stared hard at her, enough so she wished she could read what was going on behind those black hypnotic eyes. She wasn’t sure if he wanted to leap the counter and strangle her, or kiss her senseless. Though she preferred the latter, Suzi knew the repercussions of those actions would crush her. Before she could stop him, he vaulted the bar effortlessly and now stood mere inches from her. She could smell Jack Daniel’s on him, that and his intoxicating musk. Her heart nearly leapt from her chest.
Kaleb leaned in, his nose brushing the soft skin beneath her right ear, causing a flutter in her lower abdomen. His canines scraped across the delicate flesh, telling her he was a hairsbreadth away from biting her.
“I find I’m ravenous.”
“Your problem, not mine.” Suzi stiffened her spine, ready for him to do as he desired regardless of her wishes. “I didn’t come here to offer you nourishment.”
His right arm snaked around her, keeping her from fleeing. The fingers of his free hand toyed with the glass vial. “You’re a donor. You offer me what I need.”
“I can’t stop you from feeding.”
“I hear a but in there.”
Kaleb stood back, releasing Suzi to stare down at her. Then he chuckled. His mirth misplaced given the situation.
“I don’t find that funny.”
“No?” He raised one black brow. “I find that rich. Suzi Stevens who offered her blood up to any Son who asked.”
Her brows drew together. “It’s what a donor does.”
“Yes, their blood … but not always do they spread their thighs.”
“I am so done here. Go fuck yourself, Hawk.”
When she turned to leave, Kaleb gripped her wrist and spun her back into his hold so that her back nestled against the erection he didn’t try to conceal. She knew he might not like it, might even hate the idea, but he desired her.
“I told you, I’m hungry,” he whispered. His warm breath passed over the shell of her ear. An ache settled between her thighs. She’d die first.
“And I told you I retired myself.”
“Then I just un-retired you.”
And with that, he sank his fangs into the soft spot just beneath her ear.
About the Author:
A daydreamer at heart, Patricia A. Rasey, resides in her native town in Northwest Ohio with her husband, Mark, and her lovable Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, Todd.
Ms. Rasey is a three-time recipient of the Word Weaving Award for Literary Excellence and a three-time winner of the prestigious RIO Award Of Excellence. She is also a three-time EPPIE finalist and was a 2001 nominee for Romantic Times Magazine's Best Electronic Book. Additionally, Twilight Obsessions and Twilight Visions, two anthologies she was a part of, was nominated for the PEARL, the Paranormal Excellence Award in Romantic Literature, in the Best Anthology category. Her short story, In The Mind of Darkness won the P&E 2002 Horror short story category.
When not behind her computer, you can find Patricia working, reading, watching movies or MMA. She also enjoys spending her free time at the river camping with her husband and two sons. Ms. Rasey is currently a third degree Black Belt in American Freestyle Karate.