Hot Blooded by Heather Guerre EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Heather Guerre
- Language: English
- Genre: Paranormal Vampire Romance
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For the fifth time, Amos found himself adjusting the floral
arrangement on the coffee table, twisting it ninety degrees
to the right, frowning, then twisting it back. He clenched his
jaw, still dissatisfied. He shouldn’t have gone with red. He’d
thought the big, scarlet roses looked vibrant and lively on
the florist’s website, but now that they’d been delivered, he
realized they were the exact color of fresh blood.
Blood.
A jolt ran through him, making his spine stiffen and his
hands shake. “Stop it,” he muttered to himself, curling his
hands into fists until the jittery feeling passed. He stared at
the flowers, wishing he’d gotten something more cheerful,
something colored like daylight and happiness—sunflowers,
maybe. Or daisies.
Too late now. The donor from the blood matching agency
was due any minute. The sun had set an hour ago, and he’d
spent the entirety of that hour fidgeting around his house.
God, he wished they’d get here already. The longer he
waited, the worse his fangs ached and the higher the hunger
rose inside him. He was old enough to control himself, but
it’d be a more enjoyable experience if he didn’t have to
control himself. If he could just have a nice, luxurious drink
without terrifying the donor.
Amos hadn’t had live blood in nearly a century. Not since
he was a young vampire, freshly turned. He’d spent a few
decades living as a predator, taking victims indiscriminately.
He wasn’t proud of those days, but at least he hadn’t been as
bad as some. As far as he knew, he’d never killed any of his
victims. Just left them injured and traumatized.
He clenched his fists again.
The donor was a willing participant. They were getting
paid. They knew what they were getting into. No harm was
being done.
The doorbell rang suddenly, and Amos nearly jumped out
of his skin. He leapt up from the davenport, smoothed his
shirt, his pants, his hair, and then hurried to the door—
tripping over the rug on his way and then nearly knocking
over a bookshelf as he righted himself. He took a second to
breathe, to steady himself.
The doorbell rang again. His fangs throbbed. Saliva pooled
in his mouth. He ran a shaking hand through his hair again
and went to the door. Feeling as if he might snap the
doorknob clean off, he somehow managed to open it
smoothly. He put a polite, non-predatory smile on his face to
greet his donor. But as the door swung open and his visitor
was revealed in the soft glow of the porch light, his stomach
dropped.
Oh no.
She was a woman. A very pretty woman, with abundant
curling black hair and dark eyes that shone like molasses and
warm golden-toned skin that spoke of summer sunshine.
She was nearly as tall as Amos, with a lushly curved body
that, even beneath the loose cover of pale blue scrubs, looked
soft and warm and inviting.
Another shiver ran through him. He stiffened,
suppressing it.
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