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SEXY SCI FI PARANORMAL – Sangui: Alphas of the Blood



He’s an elite vampire from a distant planet…an Alpha of the Blood.
But he’s no match for one spunky and opinionated Earth woman!

The Alphas of the Blood are an elite, alien race of vampires. They escaped a devastated planet that was overrun with plague-infected beasts and came to Earth for a chance at a new life…a new beginning. The change is bitter-sweet for Zeenon Akba, who lost much of his family in the plague wars and fears his only brother might have carried the infection to Earth with him. But when Zee stumbles upon a pretty human female being stalked by an infected, he’s determined to help her, even if it means killing his own brother. Aware of their many differences and the necessity of finding a blood slave to be his mate, Zee doesn’t intend to lose his heart to pretty and spunky Brooke Carlin. So why can’t he get her out of his mind?


Brooke clutched the canister of mace and looked both ways up and down the street before leaving the lighted entryway of her office building and heading for her car. After the incident a couple of days earlier, she’d paid the extra hundred dollars a month to move her car to a parking lot that was only half a block from work.

Still, as she limped down the sidewalk, the street lamps casting a yellowish glow around her as she went, Brooke cursed the high dollar sales proposal that had kept her in the office later than usual.

She relaxed as the white Volkswagen Jetta she was leasing while her MG was repaired came into view. It sat alone in the center of the parking lot, well-lit and clearly unencumbered by giant, slavering black dogs or, for that matter, sexy green-eyed rescuers.

Pain sheered up her leg from the wound on her calf. Brooke frowned. The simple scratch had become inflamed and turned an angry purple color. She’d barely been able to get through her day from the pain of it.

Brooke stopped, sucking in a breath as the pain twisted, deepening. She would have to go to the doctor soon. But she couldn’t go for a couple of days. Her proposal was due at five pm the following day and she was sure it would go down to the wire. They were still missing large chunks of the work plan and pricing wouldn’t be finalized until late afternoon. Then she’d have to oversee production, including printing, tabs, binders…

“Your leg worsens?”

Brooke jumped, crying out in surprise. Her hand came up and she pressed the button on the top of the canister, spraying the air in front of her.

There was nobody there.

She turned to find her sexy-eyed rescuer standing behind her, looking worried. Brooke held the mace between them. “Stay there or I’ll shoot…I mean spray.”

In a blink, he was standing a few inches away and his hand was over hers, dragging the canister from her suddenly nerveless fingers. “What is this?”

She stepped back, her gaze sliding around for someone, anyone she could enlist to help her. “Why don’t you spray it into your eyes and see?” She frowned when he sniffed the canister, unable to resist asking, “How the hell do you do that? One minute you’re way over there and the next you’re right here? It’s unnerving.”

The sexy stranger sprayed mace into the air and leaned into it, like a woman scenting perfume.

Brooke edged toward her car, planning to leap inside and take off when he fell to the ground screaming in pain.

He only frowned. “It smells like peppers. Why do you carry a small container of spray that smells like peppers?” The sexy bright-green gaze widened. “Please tell me you do not scent yourself with this? It isn’t very…”

Despite the ludicrousness of the situation, Brooke was offended. Crossing her arms over her chest she glared at him. “It isn’t very what? Sexy? Are you seriously schooling me on perfume?”

His frown deepened. Finally he shrugged, handing the canister back to her. “You are correct to feel affronted. It is not my place to criticize you. I only want to help.”

Brooke looked at the extended can of mace and frowned. She reached for it, fully expecting him to pull it out of reach or grab her hand. He did neither. So she took the canister back and sprayed him right in the face with it.

His eyes widened slightly and then narrowed. His nostrils flared.

Brooke waited, curiosity keeping her rooted to the spot.

Her kidnapper slash rescuer sniffed, his perfect lips twisting with disdain. “It smells no better on me.”

She frowned at the mace. “I got a dud.”

“A dud?”

She shook her head and reached into her purse for her keys. “I’ve gotta go. It was, um, nice seeing you again.” She walked around the Jetta and stopped, fixing him with a quelling look. “You won’t follow me?”

“You must have that leg addressed.”

Brooke let her eyebrows peak. “What, like give it a post office box? You really talk funny, has anybody ever told you that?”

He shrugged. “It is no matter. I cannot let you go. The infected have your scent, your taste, they will not stop until they have your blood.”

“Um, eiw.” She twisted her lips in a grimace. “Who are you? Realization hit. “Oh, wait. You’re one of those gamers aren’t you?”

His gaze slid toward the shadows clinging to the outside edges of the parking lot, his brow furrowing. “Gamer? What is that?”

“You are, aren’t you? Of course! You’ve played so many video games you’ve lost track of reality?” She sighed, murmuring, “Such a waste of a truly hawt guy.” Brooke gave him a little finger wave. “I’m going. Don’t try to stop me or I’ll…”



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  1. Romance Reader Enthusiast says:

    I have to agree with Nancy this sounds like a really good read.

  2. Thanks, ladies! I hope you’ll check it out! :0)

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