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New Release | A Flock of Vampires by Everlyn C Thompson #pnr #paranormalromance #bookboost



Title A Flock of Vampires

Author Everlyn C Thompson

Genre Paranormal Romance

Publisher Burton Mayers Books


Book Blurb


As an elite Warrior for the Vampire King, Stu’s only mission in life is to wipe out the Rebels’ Army, and maybe destroy a few Soul Eaters along the way. That all changes the night a Witch stumbles into the crossfire, using her healing powers to save one of his Warriors.


Keltti, a lone Witch in the big city, is elated to start working as a healer for the King’s Army. Using her magic for a good cause, she has finally found the sense of belonging that has been eluding her for years.


Working alongside the Warriors to protect Calgary’s supernatural community, Keltti finds an unlikely family in the Brotherhood of Vampires – along with an unexplainable desire for one sexy, dangerous vampire in particular.


Stu realizes that Keltti is his one true life mate. But with war raging he refuses to complete the mating bond – a refusal which makes Keltti wonder if she ever really belonged in the first place.


Excerpt


Stu groaned and tried to reign his emotions back in. His hunger was making him dizzy.


Yeah, the hunger. That’s it. Fucking hunger is all.


The little Witch smiled up at him, her gaze demure and innocent; she clearly had no idea how enticing he found her presence. His fangs ached, and he swallowed thickly. This damn night couldn’t end soon enough.


“Stu…. Stu! Dude, snap out of it!” He reluctantly pulled his gaze from the sexy Witch, ready to tear the head off of whoever had dared to interrupt him. His face must’ve conveyed his displeasure, because Ros raised his hands in the air and took a step back. “Dude, backups almost here… Yeah, I’ll just check on Tor.” He turned away before Stu could comment.


He scanned the woods for threats, keeping his gaze anywhere—everywhere—but on her. What was his Goddamn problem? He needed fucking blood. Yeah, a few pints of O-neg and he’d be good to go.


The glow of high-powered flashlights shone through the trees in the direction from which they had come. The arrival of backup helped to clear his head, and he took a step back from the Witch.


“Oh, my goodness, you’re bleeding!” She exclaimed, grabbing his hand that was sticky with blood. Her gaze climbed to his left shoulder and she must have caught sight of the hole that had been ripped in his coat. He shrugged and brushed off her attempts to get a look under the fabric.


“It went straight through, it’s fine.”


“You were shot?!? And you didn’t say anything?” Stu started to shrug again, but thought better of causing any more damage to the injury.


“It wasn’t bothering me.”


And I had other things on my mind…


“Stu! Sit down, you’re going into shock. Let me look.” He had to smile while she tried to manhandle him into sitting on a broken log.


“It’s fine—” he started, but was quickly cut off by Keltti’s angry look.


“It’s not fine. Captain Vernar offered me a position as your official healer while you’re out in the field, and I have decided to accept.” She stood a little taller and put her hands on her hips. “So, stop acting like an infant; I am ordering you to sit down and shut up while I take a look at your shoulder.”


She lifted her chin, daring him to argue. Damn she was beautiful. And bluffing. There’s no way in hell the Captain would do something so careless without discussing it with him first. As Vernar’s second in command, Stu had a hand in all major decisions.


“It’s true. That’s why Sarge had her brought back to Bloddrikker,” Ros said as he returned. He sounded apologetic, but the twinkle in his eyes told Stu he was definitely enjoying himself.


Ranvald and Kyenel silently stepped through the trees. The Witch jumped, almost falling over in her surprise at their sudden arrival, but Stu caught her. Her Witch’s senses were akin to that of a human, and she wouldn’t have known that they were close until they appeared out of the darkness only a few feet away.


Kye walked over to the body of the Rebel and flipped it over with the toe of his boot. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. “We found five more between here and the road, plus this pile of scum.” Stu confirmed his headcount with a nod.


“There must have been another one driving; their vehicle was gone from the road,” Kye added.


The Witch looked back and forth between them before she marched over to where Tor lay. She ignored Ros as he stood over them with his guns drawn, scanning the surrounding forest for further threats. She silently laid her hands on the injured soldier.


Stu growled, and Kye and Ran both raised their guns higher, ready for whatever threat Stu had perceived. But the only current threat to any of the Warriors was the possibility of Stu’s boot connecting with Tor’s head. Because seeing the Witch’s hands all over another male was just wrong. So fucking wrong.


He refused to look too closely at the fact that Tor was unconscious.


Or the fact that she was the closest source of blood that he was so anxious for.


So, he sat on the rotting log while the Witch murmured to herself. He tried to focus on the throb of his shoulder, instead of all the inappropriate ideas his grey-matter was throwing out. His response to the shy little Witch was baffling. Realistically he knew she was too classy, too elegant, to be with a male that literally waded through blood and bodies on a daily basis. He needed to get his shit together.


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Author Biography


Born and raised on the beautiful Canadian prairies, Everlyn prefers to spend her time outdoors with her family kayaking, skating, fishing, and hunting. She loves reading and writing about vampires, witches, fae and zombies that get to find their own version of happily ever after.


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