Divergent Bloodline

Published: 12/09/2015

ISBN Digital: 9781509202645
ISBN Print: 9781509202638
Page Count: 360
Word Count: 83930
Rating: Spicy

While tracking down a killer, clues lead homicide detective, Viviane Taylor to suspect, Julian DeMatteo. From the get-go, DeMatteo unsettles and irritates her. He's a force she has never encountered, someone who excites her even though he’s forbidden. Her instincts warn that he’s hiding something and she is determined to uncover those secrets.

As king of the vampires, Julian DeMatteo protects the immortal clans. So, when the beautiful, bullheaded cop embroils herself within his world, he must choose between the woman who reminds him of the humanity he’s lost or his loyalty to his people.

As confusing emotions awaken inside her, Viviane can either accept her fate as the one chosen to save the immortal race or lose her soul to darkness. With Julian’s help, she fights an evil that would rip her apart in order to forge a new future with the homicide suspect who’s stolen her heart.


Staring into the evening shadows, her fingers tapped on the door handle. A slight breeze rustled her hair in a tantalizing dance of golden copper while her scent drifting through the air gave his lungs purpose. The luscious glow in her cheeks and puckered lips enticed him on a primitive level. He settled his hand over hers to still her restlessness and marveled at the beautiful woman standing in defiance before him, his nerves burning at the depth of their connection. He edged closer, mere inches from her trembling body.

“Please go.”

Ignoring her request, with a final step, he pressed against her, trailing his hand up her arm until his fingers disappeared in her hair. Unable to resist the torment, he dipped his head, his mouth a hairsbreadth from the elegant curve of her neck. Blinded by the urge to mark her, his body shook from the effort of restraining the demon inside him.

“Don’t push me away, Viviane,” he rasped in a hoarse gravel of sound. Except for the enticing tremor in her bottom lip, she stood like a statue, the curl of her eyelashes hiding her inquisitive, emerald eyes. Cupping her chin, he lifted her face and dropped his forehead onto hers.

Closing his eyes, his other senses sharpened on the woman quivering against him. Air whispered in and out of her lungs in ragged gasps. The soft brush of her hair teased his skin. The catch in her throat when his hand slid to the small of her back encouraged his slow acquisition of her.

He understood her wish to maintain a professional distance, but her body betrayed her as she leaned into him. With utmost care, his mouth grazed down her face, tasting the lush satin of her skin. Her breath caught. He stilled her halfhearted attempt to step away by pinning her at his side. Flattening his hand against her jaw to keep her from turning, his lips skirted across her cheek, angling toward her mouth. Her pulse skipped, and he smiled an instant before his lips touched hers. In an exquisite, painful burst, his heart exploded and light cascaded into the darkest corners of his soul.

“No,” she gasped, planting her hands on his chest, but his desire to claim her was too strong. He slammed her against the wall with his body and kissed her with a roughness that required no less than total submission.

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