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The Edge of Hope – Bad Blood Trilogy, Book 1
Everyone she loved betrayed her. She felt lost and broken. Getting away from the pain and embracing a new path, Alexa decided to leave her old life behind and chase a long forgotten dream in Malta. There she met a gorgeous man, bearing the scent of fresh love. He led her to a new city to explore, Amsterdam. Is the tall, dark, and delicious man a dream come true or just a risky gamble?Alexa chose hope and new beginnings over fear and warning signs only to be brutally dragged into a world she never really thought existed. Vampires, their feuds, and her future held tightly in their hands.
Trapped in a mysterious world, Alexa gives love chance after chance. Following her quest of self-discovery in a blood bound world, will she survive the journey?
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Excerpt
He gently helped me get dressed and the more he touched me, the more I felt safe around him. So safe that, for a moment, I forgot how weak I was and, as I completely lacked the needed power to hold myself up, I nearly fell. He caught me and held me tightly in his arms. My internal dam gave in at that precise moment and I really started to cry. Not just tears casually flowing, but anger and pain making their way out through my eyes and mouth.
“It will be all right. Don’t worry,” I heard him whisper, but I had a really hard time believing it.
Exorcising part of what was making my soul and mind rumble helped me regain a bit of my strength so I slowly nodded when he asked if I could walk. I was taking the steps, but he was still supporting most of the process. We went down the stairs, but instead of going through the club, we went outside through another door, some kind of service entrance. There were a few cars parked out back. He got me into the back seat of a Honda Civic. I couldn’t tell what color it was.
Just when he was about to get in the car, Anthony appeared out of nowhere right next to him. I instinctively moved to the farthest point from him I could possibly squeeze into.
“Leaving so soon?” he asked, a touch of anger in his voice.
“Anthony, I can’t really help if you’re never careful enough and leave girls in a state of shock. Be more careful next time,” his friend scolded him.
“What’s the point if you can’t go all wild and enjoy their helplessness? That just diminishes the pleasure,” Anthony said and shrugged. I felt a surge of anger, but fear quickly overpowered it when his gaze met mine.
“The point is she can stay out and play longer, but you have a horde more inside so I get it. Now I need to take her to your place and clean up your mess… again!” I didn’t really know him, but even I could sense the disgust in his tone.
“Fine, have it your way. I won’t be going there for a few days. I need to keep her alive and I am sure you can guess how tempting her blood is. Keep an eye on her. I don’t want sweet Alexa getting any ideas and making me chase her around Europe.”
He turned on his heels and left. Apparently, he had no need to wait for any form of consent.
I finally relaxed when the car drove off and I could feel the distance growing between me and Anthony. The car was very warm and I allowed myself to lie down on the seat and close my eyes.
I woke up as I was being carried inside. I looked up at him and he was smiling warmly. I wanted to smile back, but I could feel that my face wasn’t moving. He placed me on the big sofa in the living room and covered me with a blanket he had brought in from a different room. He stepped into the kitchen and I could hear drawers and cabinets being opened and closed, and then the microwave opened. He came in ten minutes later with a big bowl of steaming liquid.
“Here, drink this. And drink it all,” he ordered.
It was a thick soup that didn’t look or smell half bad so I ventured and took a sip.
“Easy, it’s really hot,” he said, jumping from his armchair.
“Don’t worry,” I said in a barely audible voice. I had always had an abnormal tolerance to hot liquids. When I could finally taste it, I frowned and forced myself to swallow. It had a metallic aftertaste, as if he had mixed iron dust in it.
“God, this is awful!” I complained.
“Just drink it. You’ll thank me in the morning.” He winked and gave my shoulder a little squeeze. He stayed with me, giving me an occasional nudge to make sure I kept drinking. He kept shifting and frowning, even after I showed him the empty bowl.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, annoyed by his overbearing care.
“You’re very weak. You almost passed out three times while drinking this.”
“I didn’t realize. I’m sorry.” I really hadn’t. I didn’t feel anything, neither light-headed nor sleepy, so it came as a surprise.
“Well, you managed to drink it all. Now you’ll get some sleep and you should be fine.” He tried a smile to reassure me, but it wasn’t really working.
“What’s your name?” I asked. I probably was feeling better if I had realized we had never been introduced
“Louis,” he said, taking the bowl from my hands and tucking me in.
“Thank you, Louis. And nice to meet you…sort of.”
“Go to sleep, Alexa. And you’re welcome.”
Book Trailer
The Breaking of Bonds – Bad Blood Trilogy, Book Two
A human sacrifice throws vampires of two worlds, trueborn and baseborn, into an escalating conflict. One side pushes for revenge, the other for freedom. The trueborns stubbornly hunt for Anthony and Louis, pushed by Hesrah’s desire to avenge her human best friend, Alexa. The baseborns are divided between rallying with those challenging the rule of Ankhsis and obeying the trueborns.What emerges from the portal between Earth and Ankhsis in the middle of the turmoil rocking both worlds is more dead than alive. Neither human, nor baseborn, and certainly not trueborn. This new being will either damn them all or be their race’s most powerful weapon. Will they trust it not to destroy them, or will Ankhsis decide putting it down is the only solution?
In the end, who is guilty? Who will pay? Will anyone survive its wrath?
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Excerpt
What was going on? I thought to check my lip and felt the same sting of a cut on my index finger. I felt the inside of my mouth carefully and there they were, the fangs! Right then it all came back, storming in. The excruciating pain of Anthony’s bite on my throat, the betrayal of seeing Louis there, doing nothing; the awful taste of blood forced on me, Hesrah pushing me to have more and more, then the burning and drowning sensation that seemed never-ending. I felt hurt and angry and ready to run back to those bastards and make them pay.
I jumped out of the bed and screamed as loudly as I could, to try and let the flooding emotions out somehow. The man got up and took a few steps back, looking at me cautiously. He was much taller than me and I could guess the shape of his body under those comfortable and functional clothes of his. One more breath turned his scent into the focal point of my attention and with that came an intoxicating memory of fresh blood pouring from a vein onto my lips and tongue and filling up my mouth with pure pleasure. Not any blood, it had been his blood and the realization made my entire body shiver with pleasure in anticipation of more.
He was looking straight into my eyes, no longer moving, no longer analyzing. He was mesmerized by my slow but steady approach. I felt I was smiling, which meant I looked like a tiger prowling. I remembered how disconcerting the feral side of a vampire looked like. I stopped when my body touched his and put my arms on his shoulders, then jumped and crossed my legs around his hips. He reacted to my movement and caught me in his arms. I could feel his arms on my legs as if there were no fabric between them and my skin and I kissed him. His familiar smell and his touch made me want him in every way. He was a bit stunned at first but it did not take him long to kiss me back. He turned around, carrying us both through the room and pressing me against the nearest wall.
Then the inevitable happened. My fangs pierced through his lip and I felt a few drops of blood on my tongue. His eyes, his face, the room, everything turned red. That sweet taste of fresh blood was everything to me. It was the only thing that mattered, the only one that I needed, and I just had to take it! I pushed his head to one side and bit deep into his neck. Taking hungry, long pulls, I let it flow down my throat, along with the strong scent of his skin, tasting the adrenalin and fear and sweetness of it as it nourished my senses.
“Alexa, stop! You’re killing him!”
I growled in the direction of that voice, ready to defend my prey. This was not the time to share, I was still so hungry! Luckily, my instincts that told me to identify the threat cleared my vision and I saw Hesrah, scared and desperate.
“Get off him, you’ve had enough,” she said in a pleading voice.
What was she talking about? Every cell of my body was screaming for more and my stomach had started to hurt again the very moment I stopped drinking. But that was Hesrah telling me to stop, my friend and my maker, and I chose her over my instincts.
I let myself slide down from his arms, but Seth was still leaning against me. Maybe he hadn’t had enough either. I realized how wrong my assumption had been the moment I felt him falling. I caught him and took him to the bed. I was carrying this tall, strong, ravishing man and it felt like nothing, as if he were weightless! But that wasn’t the right time to explore my new found strength. I placed him on the pillows and listened to his breathing and his heart beats. They were slower than when we were kissing, but normal, I was guessing.
“I couldn’t have taken that much blood,” I heard myself say.
“This is the second time you drank from him today. You nearly killed my brother!” I had never seen her so worried and angry over anything and it finally made sense.
“Your brother? Seth, your brother? Hesrah, why didn’t you stop me, there was no one to talk me out of it!” I couldn’t believe she’d just stood there, letting me feast on him. I knew they had a poor relationship, but still.
I jumped out of the bed and screamed as loudly as I could, to try and let the flooding emotions out somehow. The man got up and took a few steps back, looking at me cautiously. He was much taller than me and I could guess the shape of his body under those comfortable and functional clothes of his. One more breath turned his scent into the focal point of my attention and with that came an intoxicating memory of fresh blood pouring from a vein onto my lips and tongue and filling up my mouth with pure pleasure. Not any blood, it had been his blood and the realization made my entire body shiver with pleasure in anticipation of more.
He was looking straight into my eyes, no longer moving, no longer analyzing. He was mesmerized by my slow but steady approach. I felt I was smiling, which meant I looked like a tiger prowling. I remembered how disconcerting the feral side of a vampire looked like. I stopped when my body touched his and put my arms on his shoulders, then jumped and crossed my legs around his hips. He reacted to my movement and caught me in his arms. I could feel his arms on my legs as if there were no fabric between them and my skin and I kissed him. His familiar smell and his touch made me want him in every way. He was a bit stunned at first but it did not take him long to kiss me back. He turned around, carrying us both through the room and pressing me against the nearest wall.
Then the inevitable happened. My fangs pierced through his lip and I felt a few drops of blood on my tongue. His eyes, his face, the room, everything turned red. That sweet taste of fresh blood was everything to me. It was the only thing that mattered, the only one that I needed, and I just had to take it! I pushed his head to one side and bit deep into his neck. Taking hungry, long pulls, I let it flow down my throat, along with the strong scent of his skin, tasting the adrenalin and fear and sweetness of it as it nourished my senses.
“Alexa, stop! You’re killing him!”
I growled in the direction of that voice, ready to defend my prey. This was not the time to share, I was still so hungry! Luckily, my instincts that told me to identify the threat cleared my vision and I saw Hesrah, scared and desperate.
“Get off him, you’ve had enough,” she said in a pleading voice.
What was she talking about? Every cell of my body was screaming for more and my stomach had started to hurt again the very moment I stopped drinking. But that was Hesrah telling me to stop, my friend and my maker, and I chose her over my instincts.
I let myself slide down from his arms, but Seth was still leaning against me. Maybe he hadn’t had enough either. I realized how wrong my assumption had been the moment I felt him falling. I caught him and took him to the bed. I was carrying this tall, strong, ravishing man and it felt like nothing, as if he were weightless! But that wasn’t the right time to explore my new found strength. I placed him on the pillows and listened to his breathing and his heart beats. They were slower than when we were kissing, but normal, I was guessing.
“I couldn’t have taken that much blood,” I heard myself say.
“This is the second time you drank from him today. You nearly killed my brother!” I had never seen her so worried and angry over anything and it finally made sense.
“Your brother? Seth, your brother? Hesrah, why didn’t you stop me, there was no one to talk me out of it!” I couldn’t believe she’d just stood there, letting me feast on him. I knew they had a poor relationship, but still.
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The Fall of Darkness – Bad Blood, Book Three. Coming February 14, 2016. Get ready for the conclusion of this vampire trilogy!
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About the author
Writer, traveler, and coffee addict, Alina Popescu has been in love with books all her life. She started writing when she was ten and even won awards in local competitions. She has always been drawn to sci-fi, fantasy, and the supernatural realm, which explains her deep love for vampires and is also to blame for this trilogy.Social Links
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