Viking Seduction: Blood Hunter by Brannan Black

Viking Seduction: Blood Hunter


by Brannan Black

Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-570-9

Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure

Theme(s): Vampires

Series: Viking Seduction

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
I'm a cop. Homicide Detective Pasquale O'Grady. So believe me when I tell you, vampires took my daughter -- along with other missing collage kids. Real vampires, not the Goth wanna-be kind. I even know which one. But the bastard went and got himself dead before I could track him down.

With my leads gone, my only hope is his killer. I knew convincing another bloodsucker to help me was a long shot. I hadn't counted on his sexy blond sister who wants me in her bed. It's not that I have something against sex, hell, what man with a pulse would? And since my divorce, I haven't exactly been getting much action. But I'm too damn old to be some Viking vampire's boytoy -- or worse, blood slave -- no matter how sexy.

Excerpt:

Viking Seduction: Blood Hunter

Brannan Black

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Copyright ©2010 Brannan Black

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Coffee in one hand and a burger in the other, I plopped down in front of the high-powered scope. So far, I'd seen very little movement during the day. In fact, heavy drapes covered all the windows. But I knew I had the right location. I'd seen Ferine's victim and her blond savior entering the building. Didn't take me long to track down a name and an apartment number. Remembering my first night of surveillance proved a distraction. I could make a fortune selling that video on the Internet. Especially when he drank from her inner thigh.

"Damn it!" I bumped the damn stand with my knee. Now I would have to resight my scope. I took a quick swallow of coffee and I set the cup aside, with my burger. Dinner would have to wait. I leaned over the eyepiece. "Holy Mother of God! Lady, you should keep your blinds closed!" Tall blond and naked strode out of her bathroom. All thoughts of burgers fled as another hunger roared through me.

Golden blond with a strong, angular face, she'd be pretty, for a man. Intense blue eyes scanned the street and building across from them like she knew I was watching. She stalked across her room, lean muscles rippling with a strength gained from a strenuous life, not a gym. Striking, even commanding, but not what Hollywood would call beautiful. Yet just looking at her had my cock locked and loaded.

She ran her hands down her strong frame, cupping each high, tight breast and teasing her nipples before moving lower to stroke her pussy. Those eyes drifted closed. Her lips parted slightly.

I knew watching was wrong. Hell, I'm a cop. But I'm also a guy who hasn't had a hot date in... I couldn't even remember. Without thought, my hand rubbed my aching cock through my jeans. I'd become a damned voyeur.

One hand braced on the glass as she spread those never ending legs. I watched her long slim fingers diving into the golden pelt covering her pussy. My hand tightened on my cock head. Slowly she started humping into her hand. I popped the top button on my jeans and ripped the zipper down.

My conscience reminded me how wrong this was. My cock didn't care. Especially not when she rested her shoulder on the window and took a nipple in her other hand, rolling the hard nub between her fingers. Her mouth opened and her face tightened with pleasure.

I stroked myself hard, base to top, a quick squeeze of the head then down again. My rhythm matched her fingers fucking her pussy. Harder. Faster. Her mouth was open and her chest heaving. I could almost hear her pants and moans, feel the slickness of her cream.

Pre-cum welled from the slit of my penis and my balls drew up. I groaned, holding back, waiting for her to come. Her body jerked and her face twisted into a mask of impending release. Damn, I'd never seen anything so damned hot!

A few more deep strokes of her fingers and she stilled, then trembles shuddered through her body.

"Uuhhnnggg! Shit!" Cum shot from my cock as I shook with the strength of my orgasm. Each jet pulsed through me until I slouched back, awash in the afterglow.

She glanced over her shoulder as if someone called her. For just a moment she leaned her head against the glass. She looked so alone, so lonely. The same look I often saw in my mirror.

She turned away and started dressing. That's when I recognized her from the dream that I now believed to be a memory. She'd taken care of the young woman -- the one Ferine had sucked the blood out of.

Goldie was a vampire. I'd just jerked off watching a God damned vampire!

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