What’s a girl to do when her own matchmaking system sets her up with three sexy vampire princes? Bloody well give in...
Matchmaker Lynda Garcia arranges relationships between humans and supernaturals, but when it comes to her own love life, things are lackluster. Until she meets a Transylvania vampire prince who pays her millions of dollars to find a woman who can sire a half-vampire...bringing a new generation into the sunlight.
Then a glitch in her system sends her own name to three vampire princes, each striving to gain the throne, and she's in a heap of trouble, a lot of lust…and a battle for her very life.
This wickedly steamy RH - Paranormal Romance box set is a complete collection of the three books in the series, Blood Clan.
What Amazon readers are saying:
★★★★There is definitely drama, action, fighting, near-death (more than once) and romance. I definitely enjoyed this first book and am looking forward to the next one. Enjoy!
★★★★★ Wow... just wow! This book has a kick to it. It's full of passion and action. Seriously, I couldn't put it down. It had my heart beating during action scenes and steam coming out my ears during the hot scenes. I LOVED it!!!!
★★★★★ I'm so grateful that there's a second book for me to devour. I'm sure I'll be suffering from a bad book hangover when I have to wait for the third book.
★★★★★ Lots of action and tension, and the connection between Lynda and her men was sizzling. Love how caring and adoring she is of them, and likewise, they would do anything to keep her safe. But she's not damsel in distress... quite the opposite, which makes me cheer for her even more. Loved it, and I can't wait for book 3 - Blood Debt.
Each complete novel offers a scorching hot, addictive reverse harem paranormal romance with three sexy vamps.
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CHAPTER ONE EXCERPT:
Lynda Garcia typed the client’s information into her
matchmaking computer system with eyes narrowed to check for errors. Just a few tweaks on species,
removing any werecats since my customer is allergic. The computer whizzed to life with its
hourglass indicator spinning. A new page popped up. Lynda glanced at the papers
spread all over her desk and tried not to wince. Just a few more answers to
type in and the computer would really come to life.
“What’s taking so long?” Sarah, a black-haired witch and her
last customer of the night asked. Her hands twisted one of her many silver
rings on her fingers. The heels of red pumps thumped on the carpet as she leaned
closer to the desk from her chair. “I’ve been waiting forever for a love
match.”
“It’s thinking and comparing thousands of candidates.” Lynda
restacked the paper forms Sarah had completed, that she now manually entered
into the computer. One of these days she was going to hire an assistant to type
in these questionnaire answers. “You don’t want to rush true love, now do you?”
Sarah shook her head and bit her plump bottom lip as she
leaned forward as far in her chair as she could without falling, more than a
little eager to see the computer screen from her side.
Lynda pretended not to notice Sarah’s mouth hanging open
over the photos of men that popped up. Human men had nothing on the
supernaturals…most were handsome, muscular, and either rich or powerful or
both. But her clientele consisted of both types. Some humans wanted a
supernatural lover, but didn't know where to start, and that's where Love
Infinity stepped in.
“Let me cross-reference this list with some key questions of
yours,” Lynda smoothed her brown hair down over her ears. This summer she'd cut
it super short, and though she looked good in the style, it took her a bit to
get used to the new style. And took forever to fix in the morning with her
natural wavy, thick hair.
She typed in three of Sarah's answers from the stack of
completed papers and hit enter. The system Lynda created whirled. It had taken
her three years of hard work to get the matchmaking program to work right. But
in the last six months business had quadrupled. She was too busy to eat lunch
most days. Even if she did manage that, the number of clients that streamed in
her door equated to no time to interview anyone as an assistant.
“How much longer?” Sarah asked, her light green
stiletto-shaped acrylic fingernails tapping on the desk.
Lynda resisted the urge to push the woman's hand off her
desk so she'd stop making that noise. Ticking off a witch who could hex someone
with blisters and boils for months wasn't a good idea.
“Here we go.” Lynda hit the print button, and her printer
sputtered to life. Really
need to get that fixed. It
had spit out hundreds of reports in the last few weeks and Lynda was surprised
it still worked at all. “Seven candidates for you to pick from.”
She handed the finished printed papers to Sarah with a tight
smile.
“Is this all?” Sarah’s perfect eyebrows lifted with doubt.
“Well,” Lynda leaned back in her chair, “you've got a great
selection there. Two humans, a vampire, a wizard, a dragon shifter, since they
don't have fur, a leprechaun, and a merman.”
“What if your computer is wrong?” Sarah stared down at the
list, her face a mask that Lynda couldn’t read. That made her nervous, but she
hid the sudden urge to fidget. Radiate confidence and people will believe your
competent, the mantra ran through her mind.
“Here at Love Infinity, we have a satisfaction guarantee.”
She smiled, hoping it reached her light gray eyes, and rose from her chair.
Sarah followed her lead. Lynda gave Sarah a smile meant to reassure before she
spoke again. “One of these men is your soulmate. It's up to you now to find
him. I've narrowed it down from millions of potentials to seven.”
Honestly, Lynda's system was so advanced; she might have
found seven potential mates for Sarah, each fitting a different piece of who
Sarah was.
“Thank you.” Sarah clutched the paper to her chest, pleased
at last. “I'll let you know how it goes.”
“Please do.” She walked Sarah to the front of the building.
“Once you make your choice, the system will remove both of your names from the
database. In the meantime, I’ll make the first contact and set up meetings. If
you have one candidate you’d like to see first, let me know.”
Sarah nodded, unable to stop smiling, and left. Lynda
watched as the woman with an amazing hourglass figure walked out of the
building. Lynda’s own willowy frame was no match for that, but she still
managed to get a few second glances and nods of appreciation from the opposite
sex.
“Another satisfied customer?” Amanda asked behind the
building’s reception desk.
“Yes, if she follows the plan.” Lynda turned to the other
woman and shrugged. People did what they wanted to do, supernatural or not.
“See ya tomorrow, it's already eight, and I've got a dinner
date.”
“Have fun.” Why does it always get late so fast?
Lynda turned back down the hallway to where her leased
office sat in the back corner. It was all she could afford over a year ago, but
now, as she made her way past the overflowing boxes of past data, she thought
maybe she should upgrade. Then she'd have to raise her prices, and that could
hurt a lot of people just looking for love.
Too many people married the wrong person. It was
heartbreaking…like her own mom who had married and divorced five times after
Lynda’s father died in a car accident.
She shook her head and moved a box onto a filing cabinet to
make a clearer path for customers.
It wasn't that Lynda didn't believe in love, she did. Only
not the perfect kind where all needs were met. Love, after the honeymoon part,
was hard. Too many friends had come sobbing on her shoulder about their
breakups. So much so that she'd thought of this dating agency program a decade
ago and had majored in computers instead of psychological counseling. If her
mom had had a detailed program like this, she wouldn’t have ended up heartbroken
so many damn times. But her mom passed away before the program was done and
Lynda vowed to help as many people find their ideal mates.
No, real love was a system of matched answers, beliefs,
environment, and tolerance. With a foundation based on those criteria, two
people could build and establish a long-lasting real love. One that was based on facts and
figures and not infatuation or feelings…at least not at first.
For example, a jealous husband would not be happy with a
flirtatious wife.
And that was where Lynda's system gave couples the best odds
of finding and maintaining a relationship based on compatibility and tons of
other metrics.
Lynda stepped past the entrance into her main office. There,
sitting on the edge of the desk, was an elderly gentleman in an Armani navy
suit.
His presence pulsed authority...and money...and danger.
Lynda paused to look at him but did not reveal her thoughts,
instead she looked at him with a polite smile.
“Hello, may I help you?” How had the man gotten past the
front desk without her or the building’s receptionist spotting him? And the
security in the back would’ve buzzed her over her cell phone.
He oozed power and Lynda was certain he was a supernatural.
When she first started this company, the weres, vamps, witches, and all sorts
of nonhumans made her nervous. But nowadays, she took them all in stride. This
man with his suit and short, curly dark hair, and cold dark stare made
goosebumps break out across her flesh. The desire to run spiked through her.
Whatever supernatural this man was, fleeing would only make
him want to chase her, instinct alone told her that. And even gold medal
marathon runners wouldn't win a race with a nonhuman.
“You don't know who I am, do you?” His accent sounded
Eastern European.
“Sorry no.” She brushed her fingers behind an ear, a habit
from when she had long hair. “Am I supposed to?”
Briefly, she again thought about fleeing out the door rather
than getting trapped in her office with him. But she’d never outrun a
supernatural. She knew one thing about dealing with nonhumans, never give them
control or allow them to take more. She sat in her desk chair and shut down her
computer with calm patience. Her desk drawer had a gun with blessed wooden
bullets swirled in silver that could slow a vampire, were, or some black magic
using witches.
With every move she made, she felt the weight of his stare.
But cowering before this guy wouldn't help anything. Besides, she could always
shoot him.
He hadn’t answered her question
“Occasionally, I stay late for clients, but never without an
appointment. If you'd like to schedule a meeting, I have an evening open in
three weeks...on the eighth.” She broke the silence while she flipped through
her desk calendar to the only day she knew was open. “That'll give you time to
fill out the necessary paperwork and arrange payment.”
He chuckled, but the sound didn't comfort her. Instead, it
sped up her pulse, and she fumbled for her pen.
“So, shall I put you down for six-thirty?” She passed her
hand over the date. If he was a vampire, the sunset was marked at five-fifty
that day and he’d have plenty of time to get to the appointment.
“No, I'm afraid you’ll need to rearrange your other
clientele for the week and enter three questionnaires tonight.” He turned on
her desk slightly toward her and brushed away a piece of lint from his pants.
Her eyes followed his movements until she glanced up and
found him smirking at her.
“Like what you see?” He asked with a smirk that she wanted
to slap off his face, but she didn’t dare go near him.
She laid her pen down and closed her planner. “It's late,
and my office officially closed half an hour ago. Call back tomorrow, and the
receptionist will book your appointment for three weeks or so from today.” She
stood and straightened her sweater. She could already tell this guy’s type no
matter what kind of supernatural he was; he was an arrogant prick who thought
he owned the world. “Now if you'll excuse me, I have a personal appointment.”
Her favorite TV show’s finale had been recorded months ago,
and she needed to pick up a bag of pistachios and soda to enjoy it.
She weaved around him sitting on the edge of her desk to her
door. Why wasn't he leaving? Was he a spy for one of the other dating services
out there? “By the way, I created safeguards on my computer. Not even a genie
could unlock it.”
Before she touched the door handle, he was next to her in a
flash and closed it, locking them inside.
“Did you call me a thief?” His voice lowered to a growl and
his eyes darkened. At the side of his neck was a triple triangle tattoo in
crimson, gold, and black.
Holy shit! This guy was part of the vampire Kings of Romania,
Bulgaria, and the Ukraine. They controlled three-quarters of the vampires
around the world, and she’d just pissed one of their elite members off.
