Blood Red Kiss by Kresley Cole (English) Paperback Book

Description: Blood Red Kiss by Kresley Cole, Larissa Ione, Gena Showalter "Good things always come in threes--and this paranormal romance anthology featuring steamy stories from New York Times bestselling authors Kresley Cole, Larissa Ione, and Gena Showalter is no exception. Get ready for a collection chock full of vamps, demons, aliens, and plenty of sizzle"--Amazon.com. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Good things always come in threes--and this paranormal romance anthology featuring steamy stories from New York Times bestselling authors Kresley Cole, Larissa Ione, and Gena Showalter is no exception! Get ready for a collection chock full of vamps, demons, aliens, and plenty of sizzle! In Kresley Coles celebrated story "The Warlord Wants Forever," the first in her scorching Immortals After Dark series, vampire warlord Nikolai Wroth will stop at nothing to claim his Bride, the one woman who can make his heart beat again. But can beautiful Myst the Coveted accept an enemy vampire as her own? Tehya has spent the last twelve years as an accidental wolf, but is truly a vampire at heart. When she gets injured, Lobo sneaks her inside MoonBounds headquarters and nurses her back to health...with potentially deadly consequences. Desire collides with danger in "Forsaken by Night," a MoonBound Clan novella from Larissa Ione! In Gena Showalters Otherworld Assassins novella, Dark Swan, Lilica Swan isnt quite human or otherworlder; she is the best--and worst--of both. She is willing to do whatever proves necessary to save her sister from the seductive and deadly Alien Investigation and Removal agent, Dallas Gutierrez, even bond her life to his...effectively wedding him. But without consummation, the bond will fade. Can Dallas resist his insatiable desire for the powerful beauty? Or will she lead to his ultimate downfall? Author Biography Kresley Cole is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Immortals After Dark paranormal series and the young adult Arcana Chronicles. Her books have been translated into over twenty foreign languages, garnered three RITA awards, and consistently appear on the bestseller lists in the US and abroad. Before becoming a writer, Cole was a world-ranked athlete, coach, and graduate student. She has traveled over much of the world and draws from those experiences to create her memorable characters and settings. She lives in Florida with her family and "far too many animals," and spends any free time traveling. You can learn more about her and her work at KresleyCole.com or Facebook.com/KresleyCole. Larissa Ione is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of the Demonica and connected Lords of Deliverance series, as well as the MoonBound Clan Vampire series and other contemporary novels. An Air Force veteran, she traded in her career in meteorology to pursue her passion for writing. She lives in Wisconsin with her US Coast Guard husband, her teenage son, a rescue cat named Vegas, and her very own hellhound, Hexe. Visit her at LarissaIone.com. Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than fifty novels and multiple series, including the spellbinding Otherworld Assassins, Alien Huntress, and Lords of the Underworld series, her wildly popular young adult novels--Firstlife and Alice in Zombieland--and the highly addictive Original Heartbreakers series. Visit her at GenaShowalter.com. Excerpt from Book Blood Red Kiss 1 Mount Oblak Castle, Russia FIVE YEARS AGO If the overgrown vampire didnt stop staring at her, even his talent with a sword wouldnt keep his head upon his shoulders. The thought made Myst, an immortal known as the Coveted One, grin as she watched two vampire armies battle from her cell window. She leapt up to the sill, curling up and resting her forehead against the reinforced bars. The poor warlord with his broad shoulders and jet-black hair was about to join a legion of other males--the ones whose last sight had been her smiling face. She tilted her head when he ducked and ran through an enemy. He was a big male, at least six and a half feet tall, but surprisingly fast. She knew fighting and liked his style. Dirty. Hed cut with his sword then strike out with his fist, or dodge a thrust then throw an elbow. What she wouldnt give to be down there fighting. In the middle. Against both sides. Against him. She fought dirtier. His attention continued to stray toward her; once hed even killed while his gaze was still on her. Shed blown him a kiss, sincerely, choosing to see it as a tribute. He found time to glance back even as he thundered orders to the army of rebel vampires. His strategy was brilliant, she grudgingly admitted, even though some of his men used firearms. Loreans scorned human weapons like these. Guns could only kill humans, which was beyond unsporting. Yet pesky bullets--aside from ruining couture--hurt. They could immobilize an immortal for precious seconds, long enough for a dirty fighter to take a foes head. Used enough times, they could help take an "untakable" castle like Ivo the Cruels. Ivo. Her jailer and tormentor. Myst hardly cared that he was about to have his ass handed to him. Her situation wouldnt change, because these rebels, turned humans known as the Forbearers, were still vampires. A blood foe is a blood foe is a blood foe. . . . An explosion rocked the castle, then another. And another. Debris rained from the dungeon ceiling. In neighboring cells, low beings--those who made up the creature-feature underbelly of the Lore--howled. With each blast, their wails increased in volume, until . . . the battle was over. Silence. An aftershock here and there. A muted whimper. The defense of this castle was no more. Invading rebels searched for enemies, but Ivo and his men werent fight-to-the-death sorts. Theyd probably teleported. He who fights and runs away, lives to run away another day. Ha. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed inside the dungeon. Someone was making his way down the corridor, directly to her cell. . . . The warlord appeared on the other side of the bars. From her perch in the window, she examined him. He had thick, straight black hair that hung over his face in careless sections, as if hed sheared them off with a blade. Some hanks were kept from his field of vision with those small ravel plaits like the berserkers used to wear. His body was powerful, his muscles swollen from use. She wanted to purr--central casting had just sent her a fierce warlord! "Come down from there, woman." Deep voice. Russian accent, moneyed, aristocratic. "Or what? Youll lock me away in a dungeon?" "I might free you." She was at the bars before hed had time to lower his gaze from the window. Had his squared jaw slackened a touch? She listened for a quickening of his heart, but he had no heartbeat whatsoever. So the vampire was single? His eyes were clear of the red haze that marked bloodlust, which meant he had never drunk a being to death. But then a Forbearer never took blood straight from the flesh. Even after beholding her face up close, he didnt immediately shove the key into the lock to free her. Yet his lips parted, exposing his fangs for her to see. His were kind of sexy--not too prominent or even much longer than a humans canines. When she saw the short, splendid scar that passed down both of his lips, her lightning struck just outside. Scars, any external evidence of pain, attracted Myst. Pain forged strength. Strength begat electricity. This one could give it to her. He might even be missing an eye under a thick hank of hair. She stifled a throaty moan as her hand shot out to brush his hair back. But he was quick, catching her wrist. When she curled one finger in a beckoning gesture, he released her, allowing her to reach forward. She brushed his hair back, revealing a hard-planed, masculine face covered with grit and ash from the battle. He was still in possession of both of his eyes, and they were intense. Flinty gray. She dropped her hand and gripped the bars, lazily stroking them as her gaze dipped to his mouth again. She was surprised by how carnal she found it, especially since the vampire could use it to hurt her. The gold chain shed worn around her waist for millennia now felt heavy on her. "What are you?" he asked in his pleasingly low voice. She realized his accent was actually Estonian, not Russian. The general was from neighboring Estonia, which made him a kind of Nordic Russian (though she doubted he would appreciate that description). She frowned at his question and pulled back her hair to reveal her pointed ear. "Nothing?" She parted her lips and tapped her tongue against her small, dormant fangs. No recognition. Rumors in the Lore held that King Kristoff and his Forbearers knew little of their fellow immortals. The male before her was an army leader, a general most likely, and he hadnt a clue she was a Valkyrie. An enemy. Killing these Forbearers would be easy for her and her sisters. Too easy. Like being your own secret Santa. Myst had just confirmed rumors of asses and elbows--and this armys inability to differentiate between the two. "What are you?" Nikolai demanded again, surprised his voice was steady. When hed seen this female in the light, hed felt like exhaling a stunned breath--if his kind respired. Flawless skin, coral lips, flame-red hair. The eyes that flickered over him were an impossible green. She was strikingly lovely, with a beauty only hinted at from a distance. On the battlefield, hed been recklessly drawn to her. Though she clearly expected him to recognize her kind, he could determine only that she wasnt human. Her ears said fey, but she also had the smallest fangs. "Free me," the creature said. "Swear fealty to my king, and I will." The way she held the bars was suggestive; everything about her was . . . suggestive. "I cant do that, but youve no right to keep me here." His brother Murdoch passed by, raised his eyebrows at Nikolais discovery, and muttered in Estonian, "Sweet Christ." Then he walked on. Why was Nikolai unable to do the same? "What are you?" He wasnt used to his questions going unanswered. "And whats your name?" Another stroke of the bars. "What do you want it to be?" He scowled. "Are you a vampire?" "Not the last time I checked." Her voice was sensual. He couldnt place her drawling accent. "Are you innocent of malice against us?" She gave a dismissive wave. "Oh, good gods, no. I love to kill leeches." "Then rot in here." As if she could kill a vampire. She was scarcely over five feet tall and delicately built--aside from the generous breasts showcased in her tight shirt. When he turned to go, she called after him, "I smell smoke. Ivo the Cruel burned his records before he fled, didnt he?" Nikolai stilled, clenching his fists because hed have to return. "Correct," he grated at the cell once more. "And this new kings army is full of Forbearers--turned humans?" she asked. "Ill bet you chose to attack this particular Horde stronghold--over the four others, including the royal seat--because you needed Oblaks records." How did she know their agenda so well? Nikolai could plan battles and sieges--hed earned his rank by this victory alone--but he knew nothing of this new world that would help to advance the army. Unfortunately, he wasnt the only one. "The blind leading the blind," King Kristoff had muttered when theyd found the records reduced to a smoldering heap of ash. "You think to bargain for your freedom?" Nikolai said. "If you do happen to have information, I can torture you for it." "I wouldnt recommend that," she said with a laugh. "I dislike torture and grow sulky under pincers." The things in the other cells, many of which he never could have imagined, howled at that. "Now, lets not quarrel, vampire. Free me, and well go to your room and talk." She offered her graceful hand to him. A smudge of ash was stark against her alabaster skin. "I dont think so." "Youll call for me. Youll be lonely in your new quarters and will feel out of sorts. I could let you pet my hair until you fall asleep." He drew in closer to ask in all seriousness, "Youre mad, are Details ISBN1501142585 Author Gena Showalter Short Title BLOOD RED KISS Publisher Pocket Books Language English ISBN-10 1501142585 ISBN-13 9781501142581 Media Book Residence Orlando, FL, US Year 2016 Publication Date 2016-09-20 Imprint Pocket Books Pages 544 Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Audience General UK Release Date 2016-09-20 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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