Bound to Blackwood: House Blackwood Book One
Lena, a vampire and a Guardian of the Order, has been honour-bound to protect human souls all her life. Acting first and thinking second is what's saved her skin time and again in the war against the Fallen, but her disregard for orders soon catches up with her when her boss is seriously injured. Forced to take responsibility for her actions, Lena is thrust into the path of her very own kryptonite; Thorn. The raw power of his soul calls to her and his mere presence lights a fire within her that she cannot contain.
With Vampire magic waning and the race in crisis, can either of them afford to ignore Nature's call? If they do, the future of the race is in jeopardy. If they don't, they will both lose the most precious part of themselves. Their souls.
Best Book Bit:
Small, delicate hands butterflied across his chest as she leant forward to nuzzle his neck. His hips arched towards her and one of her hands dipped lower. His cock jumped as she ran her nails over his crotch, his jeans doing little to dull the sensation. It was all he could do not to come there and then. And they still had most of their clothes on. That needed to change. Right now.
As if reading his mind, Lena reached for his belt, then his fly. She lifted herself off him to pull his jeans down his long legs. She damn near broke his ankles when she wrenched his boots off and threw them halfway across the room. But the look of pure hunger on her face as she raked her eyes up his body was its own reward. If it meant he got to see that look again, he’d let her break every fucking bone in his body.
She stood, staring at him, wearing just her tight combat trousers. And those boots. Gods, he loved those boots.
She bent down to start tackling the umpteen buckles stretching from her ankles to her knees.
“Uh uh. Those stay on.”
Lena’s head snapped up. “What did you say?”
Thorn’s eyes sparkled as he stared at her. “I said, the boots stay on.”
More of an order than a statement, it sent a tantalising shudder through her, making her clench her thighs at the promise of what was to come.
“The boots stay on?” she asked, in case she’d misheard. She didn’t know Thorn could be so playful. It excited her.
There was one small problem. “Haven’t you forgotten about these?” she asked, tugging at her combats. She’d like to know how she was supposed to get them off and keep the boots on.
Thorn came up off the bed. Towering above her, he grabbed the front of her trousers and gave one hard yank. Lena wobbled forward but gasped as the fabric split at the seams. One more pull and what was left of her uniform and her underwear fell to the floor in tatters.
She stood there watching Thorn as he drank her in with hungry, golden eyes. His gaze went up her body from her boots to her lithe legs and lingered at the top of her thighs. I can be playful too, she thought as she widened her stance, a coy grin pulling her mouth.
Thorn’s white-hot gaze shot to her face, his eyes boring into her. Such heat, such hunger.
Lena couldn’t stand it any longer. She reached into his dark hair and pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss was hard, both their fangs fully extended, both needing, each starving for the other.
Thorn stepped out from the shadow of the Huguenot Protestant Church in Soho Square. The stench of Fallen hung heavy in the air, making the bile rise in his throat. But what made him nauseous was the delicate scent of Lena’s blood that rode the air with that of the Fallen.
Flashing across the small park, he found her.
His first thought was to go to her, but as he rushed towards her, he realised she wasn’t alone. Lena cradled the human to her as the air around them hummed and crackled. Thorn’s jaw went slack as the realisation of what he was seeing hit him.
The faint green glow of the human’s soul shifted and shimmered as Lena’s power forced it back, moulding it, shaping it. Binding it. The pale green shone more brightly as Lena worked, the air becoming more dense as the spring greens turned into a deep emerald.
Lena’s raven hair whipped across her face and her eyes glowed a vibrant sea-green as she forced the woman’s soul back to her body. A great roar echoed around the park, and for a moment, the air stood still before a blinding light made Thorn shield his eyes. And then it was gone.
Thorn heard the woman’s heartbeat kick-start as her soul found home again.
Lena released her vice-like grip on the woman and fell backwards. Thorn caught her before her head could hit the ground. She was ghostly pale as Thorn cradled her against his chest, her breathing shallow. The exertion of holding the human soul showed in the sheen of sweat across her brow, and Thorn winced at the bruising on her cheek bone.
“For the love of all that is holy, Lena! What the hell were you thinking?”
Lena’s black eyes fluttered open and stared up at him in disgust. Even injured, with her powers severely depleted, Lena’s contempt for him was tangible. “No one should hold dominion over another’s soul,” she spat back at him.
Thorn closed his eyes. So she knew. In that moment, he realised he’d convinced himself that she hadn’t really seen through him that night in her bedroom. That she’d just rejected him because she didn’t want him, even told himself that it would all be fine. The look on Lena’s face told him otherwise.
As if on cue, the delicious scent of her blood became overwhelming. Thorn gritted his teeth as exotic spices assaulted him. It was almost overpowering.
“You need to get away from me.”
A wonderful twist of passion and hope for the future of the King and the vampire race. Not for young readers, yet very well written for mature audiences. Highly recommended.