I’m so excited about the release of book three, BLOOD VOWED, in my Blood Ravagers series. Rev and Claire have both been through quite a lot before they even meet and end up going through quite a bit more before they earn their HEA. I had a blast researching and writing this story and I hope you love reading it as much as I loved creating it! To celebrate BLOOD VOWED’s release, please enjoy this super-secret, exclusive excerpt from the book just for checking out my Tule blog post. Happy Reading!
Three days later, Claire had recovered enough to start her fight training with Rev.
She looked forward to it, but not for the reasons he suspected.
Since he’d taken care of her during her sickness, a new level of intimacy had formed between them—and a new awkwardness. She’d thought by proclaiming her desire for him, it would open the door for more exploration of the sizzling connection between them.
Unfortunately, it had seemed to only make Rev retreat farther.
He’d remained attentive in his duties to nurse her back to health, but he’d withdrawn emotionally and she had no idea how to get them in sync again. Honestly, she hoped by fighting with him today it would force him into more intimate contact—both emotional and physical—with her.
They’d walked a short distance from his home to an open field in the middle of the woods. From the outside, it was easy to see now just how far his once-great estate had fallen into disrepair. It was also easy to see how the large mansion, built to resemble an old gothic castle, was a metaphor for the man himself. Battered, bruised, yet still brutality beautiful and resilient.
“Right.” He took a fighting stance across from her then waggled his fingers. “Come at me.”
Frowning, Claire narrowed her gaze. “You do not fear I might injure you?”
“I fear nothing.” Rev’s posture stiffened. “Hit me.”
Not backing down from his challenge, Claire crouched and reviewed the combat skills she’d learned from Jareth’s books. She might be smaller, but she’s survived the worst the Council could dish out. If he wanted her to prove her worthiness and her skill, she’d knock him on his ass before he laid a finger on her.
“No,” she countered. “You hit me.”
He clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides. “I have never in my long life struck a female. I refuse to start now.”
His honor unnerved her. Auric had never hesitated to strike her. Neither had Elon or Jareth. For Rev to balk at such violence left her unsettled, in a good way. Then again, maybe that was his plan. Throw her for a loop then strike while she was too dizzy to notice.
Claire raised her hands. “Fine. I’m going to do it. Punch you so hard you won’t know whether you’re coming or going.”
“Good.” Rev closed his eyes and exhaled.
Her gaze narrowed. “You should run.”
“Why?” He peeked one eye open. “Will that improve your aim?”
She had no idea how to react to his complete lack of fear. “My aim is perfect. Do you have a last request?”
Both eyes open now, Rev gave her a slow head-to-toe appraisal, his voice low and rough and infinitely wicked. “If I had one final wish, it would be to touch you and taste you and make you explode with ecstasy.”
Breathless and bewildered, Claire blinked at him. “You should not say such things.”
“Too late.” Rev smiled, stealing what was left of the air in her lungs.
Traci is a USA Today Bestselling Author of Contemporary and Paranormal Romance. Her stories feature sizzling heroes full of dark humor, quick wits and major attitudes and heroines who are smart, tenacious, and always give as good as they get. She holds an MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University and she loves animals, chocolate, coffee, hot British actors, and sarcasm—not necessarily in that order.
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