Title: Blood Vowed (Blood Ravagers #3)
Author: Traci Douglass
Genre: Adult, Paranormal Romance
Length: 172 pages
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Release Date: April 13, 2017
Reverend “Rev”
Walker, expected some backlash after he foiled The Council’s attempts to
overthrow the Blood Ravager Biker Gang. What he hadn’t expected was to wake up
in the last place he ever wanted to see again—a dank cell of The Council’s
Siberian dungeon. Drained and chained, he faces certain death if he can’t
escape from the hellish prison. Now, his only means of escape depends on him
accepting help from a fellow prisoner, a woman whose very existence is a lie
and the only one capable of awakening Rev’s long-dormant heart.
Claire Deveraux is Dygarian, a race of
shadow-shifters who have been slandered and hunted to extinction by The
Council. But Claire has used her years of enslavement well, reading her
captors’ secret texts and hearing their whispered secrets. Now, after being
locked up for a crime she didn’t commit, she plans to use her knowledge of the
dungeon’s maze-like interior to gain her freedom, or die trying. Then a new
prisoner arrives, a man Claire has dreamed of and knows in her heart is her
destined mate, if only she can break through his walls.
On the run and threatened from all sides, will
Rev and Claire learn to trust each other and their growing feelings for one
another before it’s too late?
Excerpt
from Blood Vowed
“Deal’s off.” He stepped around her and crouched behind a mound of
snow near the small Nenets outpost. “Goodbye.”
“Hello.” She knelt beside him. Her cold arm nudged his and
explosions of awareness rocked his system. Her scent—cloves and vanilla—drifted
to him, teasing his senses with each breath. This was getting way out of hand
and annoying as hell. “So, we kill them and rob them?”
“No.” Rev gave a long-suffering sigh and pointed. “We aren’t doing
anything. I will steal what we need from those supply huts over there.”
Claire gave him some serious side-eye. “What do I do?”
Fuck off? “Stay put.”
He growled then disappeared in a flash. Moving faster than human
eyes—and most immortals—could see, Rev zipped to the supply huts and peered
inside. Nabbed two thick, fur-lined parkas, boots, rough woolen underclothes,
gloves, and hats, then zoomed back to the snow mound. Arms laden with stuff, he
dropped it all on the ground, then quickly pulled on his new duds. Not exactly
his usual Deadwood meets Dead Zone attire, but it would do for now.
Claire sorted through the things then turned away from him to
dress.
Seriously? He shook his head. She was going to be modest now after
she’d damned near drawn and quartered him back in the passageway?
“Don’t look,” she said over her shoulder before letting her
tattered gown fall to the snow.
Too late.
As she tugged on a pair of wool leggings, Rev couldn’t stop
staring at the smooth stretch of her spine, the soft curves of her hips, the
globes of her buttocks. Throat dry, he blinked, catching himself just before he
reached out to touch what his body so desired.
“You’re peeking, aren’t you?” Claire said, her tone laced with
accusation.
“No.” Rev coughed, still staring. The lie had creaked out like a
noisy old floorboard. He swallowed hard to clear the constriction of lust from
his vocal cords and looked away. “No.”
Torn and twisted, he pulled on his heavy fur parka then wrinkled
his nose. The thing smelled like dead caribou with the carcass still stuck
inside, but at least it was warm. As he flipped the fur-lined hood over his
head, he once again mourned the loss of his cowboy hat.
The Council would pay for that, and so many other crimes.
At last, Claire turned back around to face him. “How do I look?”
Rev opened his mouth, but his sarcastic remark died on his lips.
With her pink cheeks and glittering eyes, she looked…
He frowned. She looked…
Well, she looked like his every female fantasy come to life.
Fuck it all to hell and back.
Cursing his fate, he stalked off toward what he hoped was
civilization.
“Wait!” Claire caught up with him and blocked his path yet again.
“Here.”
Before Rev could stop her, she reached up and adjusted his hood,
her gloved hands cupping his cheeks as she pushed his hair behind his ears then
scooted the thing this way and that, nose scrunched. Unfortunately, her touch
only notched the heat in his blood higher, making his cock harder than diamond.
He caught her wrists and stared down at her, his icy gaze meant to
intimidate. “Stop.”
The answering flicker of want in her eyes, mixed with equal parts
fury, only served to enflame him more.
“No,” Claire said.
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About Traci
Douglass:
Traci is a USA Today Bestselling Author of
Contemporary and Paranormal Romance. Her stories feature sizzling heroes full
of dark humor, quick wits and major attitudes and heroines who are smart,
tenacious, and always give as good as they get. She holds an MFA in Writing
Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University and she loves animals, chocolate,
coffee, hot British actors, and sarcasm—not necessarily in that order.
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