BLOOD VOWED by Traci Douglass is a dark and sexy ride with an otherworld ex-assassin on a mission to atone for the sins of his past, and the woman who holds both his only means of escape and the keys to his ultimate salvation. This exciting installment in the Blood Ravagers series is perfect for fans of BLACK DAGGER BROTHERHOOD by J.R. Ward and IMMORTALS
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Reverend “Rev” Walker, expected some backlash after he foiled The Council’s attempts to overthrow the Blood Ravager Biker Gang. What he hadn’t expected was to wake up in the last place he ever wanted to see again—a dank cell of The Council’s Siberian dungeon. Drained and chained, he faces certain death if he can’t escape from the hellish prison. Now, his only means of escape depends on him accepting help from a fellow prisoner, a woman whose very existence is a lie and the only one capable of awakening Rev’s long-dormant heart.
Claire Deveraux is Dygarian, a race of shadow-shifters who have been slandered and hunted to extinction by The Council. But Claire has used her years of enslavement well, reading her captors’ secret texts and hearing their whispered secrets. Now, after being locked up for a crime she didn’t commit, she plans to use her knowledge of the dungeon’s maze-like interior to gain her freedom, or die trying. Then a new prisoner arrives, a man Claire has dreamed of and knows in her heart is her destined mate, if only she can break through his walls.
On the run and threatened from all sides, will Rev and Claire learn to trust each other and their growing feelings for one another before it’s too late?
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Excerpt from Blood Vowed:
Gods fangs, have I ever been in so much pain?
Slowly, agonizingly, Rev forced one swollen eye open. Nothing but darkness surrounded him, crowded tight with the dank stench of rotting flesh, unwashed bodies, and mildew. Invisible legs skittered along the skin of his temple and he tried to raise his hand to brush whatever it was away, only to find his wrists shackled with heavy iron cuffs.
Tried his legs and found the same.
Never in his eons-long life had he ever been in such agony.
Images flashed through his beleaguered brain. Endless torment. The satisfied grin of Elon, his Council tormentor, the man’s bloodstained teeth. The scrape of nails, digging deep. A bark of laughter followed by the terrible scents of brimstone and sweat and fear. One brutal emotion after another bombarded him—disgust, rage, utter violation. Desperate to avoid a breakdown, he’d built a brick wall around his screaming heart and soul.
The three members of the Council—Auric, Elon, and Jareth—had beaten him for hours, relentless, brutal, stopping only long enough to allow Rev to heal enough to start all over again. Most every bone in his immortal body felt broken, bruised, or otherwise battered.
The Council was thorough in their punishment.
And he’d evaded them for far too long.
There was no doubt in his mind that they had rejoiced at his capture, relished bringing him back here, locking him away in what would surely become his final grave. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to regret what he’d done. Dex and Liz had proven themselves worthy, brave, true.
Before this was over, Rev hoped to prove those things about himself as well.
To pay back the three bastards of the Council for all the evil they’d wrought on the otherworld and perhaps earn his eternal rest at last.
With a sigh, he leaned his head back against the rough stone. They’d taken his hat, his clothes, everything he owned, except for the filthy loin cloth slung around his hips. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d fed, bathed, seen the sun or the moon.
Time had lost all meaning in here.
As his eyes slid closed once more, he prayed for a few hours of rest before they came for him again and the torture started anew.
“Hello?” a voice whispered through the shadows, so quiet it sent a shiver down his spine.
Rev opened his one good eye, glanced around, but spotted nothing.
He was alone. Probably a hallucination.
“Hello? Are you still alive in there?”
His head snapped up. He searched through the shadows again. “Who’s there?”
“So you are alive.” The voice sounded hesitant and decidedly…female.
“Unfortunately, yes.” He strained against his bonds, to no avail. “Who are you?”
She laughed, his mystery woman. “The one who will help you escape.”
The blood in Rev’s veins ignited, as if touched by a lit match. His heartbeat thumped loud in his ears, faster, faster, the need to break his restraints, stalk to the bars of his cell and rip them all to shreds, overwhelming him. He needed to see her, would die if he couldn’t.
An extreme reaction, yes, especially for him.
As was his weird, nearly excruciating awareness for another being. The uniqueness made it no less uncontrollable or unstoppable. From the first word, his entire universe had centered on this woman. The huskiness of her tone, the promise of absolute pleasure, the come-hither invitation that made his body grow hard…
About Traci Douglass:
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.