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“I promise.”

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CURSED BLOOD will continue with The Prince’s Curse. With the most pressing threats gone, Julian Alcott should be able to breathe easy knowing his court is safe.

Unfortunately, Armina Voss still has her sights set on him and the woman he has loved for nearly two hundred years. And the time has come for her to strike at Julian’s heart yet again.

But this time around, things are different. His sweet lover is a battle-hardened vampire hunter who wants nothing more than bloody vengeance on the man who killed her family.

Can he hope to break through to her? Or are they eternally doomed to repeat their tragic tale?

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The Prince’s Curse

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Her blood sang with the joy of the hunt. She darted across the dew-damp grass, never breaking eye contact with the furious, red-eyed vampire across the lawn. The lanky, dark-haired male leaned slightly right, and she followed.

Then he disappeared.

What the...

Wind tickled at her left cheek, and she barely caught herself, rolling out of the way as Kova slammed onto the ground at her left side. Tricky bastard. She dodged his vicious kicks, waiting for him to throw a wild punch. When one fist hurtled toward her, she grabbed his wrist and yanked herself up, using his own momentum against him to swing him around.

He didn’t go down, but she came up a few yards away, grinning. He snarled and sprang at her again. “I’m not going to hold back anymore,” he warned her.

“I’d be offended if you did,” she said, whirling out of his way. It took all her focus to dodge his fast blows. One wrong move and she’d—

Pain cracked through her chest as she flew backward. The taste of old pennies licked up the back of her throat, and she wheezed for air. His shadow passed over her like a cloud, and she pretended to be more hurt than she was. As he loomed over her, she threw out a kick that snapped into his nose, sending him reeling with blood pouring over his fingers.

It was hard to breathe, but she couldn’t give up so soon. Now she was slower, but spilling blood had made Kova unsteady. They tussled again, and when she found herself tiring, she told herself you’ll get one chance at Julian.

Instead of the old friend she’d known her whole life, she fixed that older vampire in her imagination, with the dark hair and the eerie green eyes. Every blow was for him, every slash of her blade, every single step bringing her closer to ending his reign of terror forever. No more mothers slain, no more daughters left alone in a frightening world.

The intensifying smell of vampire blood told her Kova was getting angrier and hungrier now. Perhaps it was some gift of evolution that made those pheromones stronger, giving their unfortunate prey one last warning to get to safety.

Scarlett drew a sharpened wooden knife from a sheath on her thigh and spun around him, slashing wildly.

You took everything from me, she thought. What would it be like to stand over him and finally get the satisfaction of revenge for all that she had lost? Her throat tightened, her vision swimming for a split second. She let out a growl and darted for Kova, but the space where he’d stood was empty.

Her braid tugged, and fire rippled over her scalp as Kova yanked her back by her hair. She managed to spin, but he’d already gotten a fist full of her jacket, pulling her chest-to-chest, his teeth grazing her throat. Her blade rested against his side.

“Got you,” he said against her throat, the deep rumble of his voice vibrating against her chest.

She struggled against him, but his powerful grip on her hair might as well have been forged steel. Vainly, she tapped the wooden knife against his side. “I got you.” It was a weak protest, but her ego wouldn’t allow her to surrender without the token attempt.

“Tell you what. I’ll rip out your jugular, you stick that in my side, and we see who’s still standing in ninety seconds,” he said.

She sighed, then finally tapped his hand three times. “Fine.”

For a moment, he lingered, and she wondered if the day had come that he gave in to his hunger. She’d been bitten—every vampire hunter had—but never by Kova. Given how Tante Mina liked to teach her ‘hard lessons’ she wouldn’t have been surprised if Kova tore into her so that she’d learn to protect herself.

Better to learn it at the hands of a friend than those of the enemy, Armina would say.

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