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Aug 30 2017 10:00am

Megan Erickson Excerpt: Blood Guard

Megan Erickson

Blood Guard by Megan Erickson

Enter a world of immortal danger and desire—and discover an incredible fate borne of blood.

Tendra: One minute, I’m a bartender in gritty Mission City; the next, I’m whisked away by a vampire named Athan who tells me that I’m the lifeblood of his clan. It sounds unbelievable, but he’s got evidence I can’t deny. Turns out, Athan belongs to an underground society of vampires who feed only on humans with their consent. Their enemies have no such qualms, and they want me dead. The only thing standing in their way is strong, sexy Athan. And the closer we get, the more tempted I am to let Athan feed. . . .

Athan: How could I have known when I snatched this snarky, beautiful human off the streets that she would change my destiny? As a loyal soldier, I must deliver Tendra to our future king—my brother. Empowered with the blood of ten generations of the Gregorie breed, she is fated to rule as our queen. But there’s something between us that’s so intoxicating, so carnal, I can’t help wanting Tendra for myself . . . even if it’s treason.

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Five more minutes passed, the darkness descending over the city like a black cloak. My eyes adjusted, and I continued to wait. Anxious sweat beaded on my forehead and dripped down my hair into my eyes. I blinked it away, and wiped my forearm across my face.

When I focused back on the base of the clock, I saw a slight movement.

I crept forward, closer to the grimy window. There, a petite figure. Hood up. Duffel slung over her shoulder I looked for her blond hair, and only saw short, dark strands sticking out from under the hood.

Fuck. Not her.

Then the face tilted up, just a little into the dim light put off by the clock, and my heart seized in my chest. It was her. That determined mouth, that slim nose. Those eyes.

I dashed out the door and raced toward her. She didn’t make a sound when I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder, then raced back to the warehouse. Her warm weight coated my shoulder, and her harsh pants echoed in my ears. Jesus Christ, she was alive. She’d come. I opened the port, leaped inside, and closed it behind us.

I placed her on the ground, and she stared up at me with wide eyes as I gripped her face. A cocktail of pleasure and pain swirled in my chest as I stared at her lips, the ones I’d dreamed of kissing for days. I reached up and pushed back her hood. She’d dyed her hair black and chopped it off. Her beautiful light hair was gone, and I actually mourned it a little. I rubbed the dark strands between my fingers.

“Athan,” she choked out.

I closed my eyes and dropped my forehead to hers. “Tendra.”

Her fingers tangled in my hair, nails digging into my scalp. Something soft brushed my lips, a whisper of a touch, and I thought I imagined it. Then lips pressed against mine. My eyes flew open, and there was Tendra, kissing me while tears slid down her cheeks.

I told myself to pull away, but I couldn’t. Not with the way she was pressing her little body into me, not with the way her warm breath was mixing with mine. I opened my mouth, our tongues met, and the kiss went from zero to sixty. I clutched her face, needing her, inhaling her, as she held on and gave back as good as she got. I might have mumbled into her mouth that I missed her, that I was sorry, that I’d never let her out of my sight again.

And she might have mumbled back that she missed me, too, that I’d better never leave her again.

Then she made a small squeak, like a cry, and a flavor hit my tongue.

Iron.

I reared back, crashing into the wall behind me, clutching my mouth as my fangs ached and my stomach clenched, that single drop of blood from her lips sending fire through my veins. I shook my head as I stared at Ten, whose hand was clapped over her mouth.

“Tell me,” I said. “Tell me that didn’t happen.”

She drew her hand away, and we both stared at her forefinger, which held a tiny smear of blood. I lifted my gaze to her face to see a small drop of blood on her upper lip.

“What . . . “ Her voice shook. “What does this mean?”

“Nothing,” I said firmly, but my voice wasn’t right, because my body, everything inside me that made me not human and all vampire, was raging to slice into her neck and keep taking and taking.

“Why is your voice—?”

“Tendra!” I barked the garbled word. “Just . . . give me a minute.” I closed my eyes, calling on all my training, all my willpower. I had to calm down. One drop meant nothing. Nothing. I hadn’t fed from her. And her blood wouldn’t affect me anyway. She was still a blood virgin. She was still Sanguivita. And I was her blood guard. Not the future king.

I thought of Idris. My father. I mentally took a tour of the Gregorie compound, all of it combining to remind me why I was fighting my feelings for Tendra so hard.

She wasn’t meant for me. She’d never be for me.

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Copyright © 2017 by Megan Erickson.
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Megan Erickson is a USA Today bestselling author of romance that sizzles. Her books have a touch of nerd, a dash of humor, and always have a happily ever after. A former journalist, she switched to fiction when she decided she liked writing her own endings better. She lives in Pennsylvania with her very own nerdy husband and two kids. Although rather fun-sized, she’s been told she has a full-sized personality. When Megan isn’t writing, she’s either lounging with her two cats, named after John Hughes, characters or . . . thinking about writing.

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