Three hundred years, I kept the oath. I never took a vein I hadn’t been given. I never used the pull on a man who couldn’t say no.
Then Theo Lange crawled into my court bleeding, already half-claimed by the thing hunting him, and offered me his throat like it was nothing — like he hadn’t just handed an immortal the one thing I’d spent three centuries refusing to take.
I should have turned him out. Instead I bound my blood to his to keep him breathing, and now the bond runs one way and it runs deep: I feel every beat of his stubborn heart, every time he wants me and lies about it with that dry mouth of his. The court calls him my weakness. My enemy calls him bait. And the bond will tell me the truth even when Theo won’t.
But a blood-bond taken in fear curdles. It kills. The only claiming that holds is one a man walks into clear-eyed and willing — and I will not take a single thing this human has not named as his own. Not his throat. Not his trust. Not the word he keeps refusing to say.
He says he doesn’t want to be saved. He’s right that there’s a difference. He just hasn’t said the other word yet — the one that makes the cure real, the one I’d wait another six hundred years to hear him choose.
If the hunter doesn’t finish him first.
BLOODSWORN is a full-length, standalone dark vampire MM romance with a guaranteed happily-ever-after, an obsessively protective ancient immortal, a defiant human who refuses to be rescued, and explicit, slow-burning, blood-bonded heat.
For readers who crave: ancient possessive vampires, blood-bonds and feeding, touch-him-and-die jealousy, forbidden hunger, captor-protector slow burn, morally grey monsters who refuse to be monsters with this one person, and a love named out loud.
