Tempted By Blood, Sweetblood Series #3
*** Winner! National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award ***
Characters: Jackson and Arianna
Setting: Seattle, Prague
Genre: paranormal vampire romance book
Length: Approximately 93k words
Deep within the forests of the Pacific Northwest, the battle for supremacy rages on between two Vampire coalitions:
Guardian enforcers sworn to protect humanity, and Darkbloods, rogues who kill like their ancient ancestors….
He might be known for his effortless charm, but Guardian Jackson Foss is hiding a terrible secret. For months, he has battled the emergence of his dark nature—deadly urges that threaten to consume him. And those cravings only intensify when he meets Arianna Wells, the human he’s been assigned to protect. Smart and perceptive, Arianna doesn’t seem like a dangerous temptress. Yet she awakens in Jackson an unstoppable need that, if left unchecked, will brand him a traitor…a crime punishable by death.
But soon their bond may be Arianna’s only hope. For stalking her in the shadows is a merciless enemy—one who will stop at nothing to claim her completely….
What Readers Are Saying
“Tempted by Blood is a fun, easy read.” USA Today HEA Blog
“I opened Tempted By Blood and started reading…and couldn’t stop.” 4.5 Stars, Vampire Book Club
“London’s Sweetblood series kicks into high gear with this third installment featuring a hero on the edge.” RT Book Reviews
“I’m completely addicted to this series and its unforgettable characters.” Joyfully Reviewed
One of the bags tipped over and several lemons rolled out. As Arianna leaned into the trunk to retrieve them, footsteps sounded behind her. Looking under the crook of her arm, she saw a pair of cowboy boots on the pavement. Large snakeskin ones. She jerked herself upright, banging the top of her head on the trunk lid.
“Careful there.” The man’s voice was deep and tinged with amusement.
Rubbing the top of her head, she started to ask if she could help him with anything, but as she turned around, the words locked in her throat.
It was the man from last night.
Panic tore a hole in her stomach and her fingers and toes went instantly cold. George was right. They were after her.
Before she could run, he closed the trunk and shoved her into the car. He moved so quickly she hardly knew what was happening until the inside of the passenger door slammed against her shoulder.
“I know what you are.”
“Believe me. I know that.”
He gave her what he probably hoped was a disarming smile. Was that supposed to calm her down? Get her to go
along with him? Thank God she didn’t see any fangs.
“You can’t do this.” She tried the door handle but it wouldn’t open. Stupid car. “Where are you taking me?”
He tossed his leather coat on the seat between them, backed the Caddy out of the stall with a screech and jammed it into Drive. “Tell me where Krystal is.”
Krystal? Why in the world did he want to know where her cousin was? “Like hell am I going to tell you that.”
“If you’re smart, you will.”
Huddled as far away from him as possible, she glared at him. He wore a black t-
Ha. Smart by whose definition? “W-
“If you want to hear why you and your cousin are in grave danger and what can be done about it, then you’d better tell me.”
She would’ve thought he’d have stopped by the house first. Maybe he had and Krystal wasn’t there. Maybe she was at her friend’s house. Hope sparked in the pit of her stomach. If only she could get word to her, tell her to stay away, call the authorities. “And why should I trust you? You’re a…vampire.”
“Because I’m the one who saved you.” There was that practiced smile again. “Remember me?”
Like a dope, she recalled the hard plane of his chest pressed against her, his demanding mouth, the feel of his muscular shoulders as she’d wrapped her arms—
“Yeah, I do. You tried to pull some mind-
With the sweep of a hand, he brushed his blue-
“That’s not what I remember. You made me…want you.”
He cocked an eyebrow, the one with the tiny scar. “I didn’t make you do anything. You wrapped your arms around me of your own free will.”
“Free will. My ass.”
Laughter rumbled from his chest. He gripped the steering wheel and the snake flexed. If she’d had a black Sharpie right how, she’d have drawn Xs over its eyes.