Hunted: (Alien-vampire science fiction romance) (Book 2 of the Brides of the Kindred Alien Warrior Romance series)
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This book is a Super plus length novel now with a BONUS Novella at the end.
Sophia Waterhouse has always been afraid of needles and vampires so there’s no way she wants anything to do with a modern day Count Dracula—even if he does come wrapped in the package of a huge Kindred warrior with blond hair and ice blue eyes. She’s only on the Kindred Mothership to participate in her sister Liv’s wedding and that’s all.
Sylvan is a Tranq Kindred who has made a sacred vow never to call a bride. After a devastating rejection on his home planet, his heart is a block of ice no one can melt—or so he thinks until he meets Sophia.
When their ship is forced down in the middle of a rugged mountain range Sophia and Sylvan are stranded. Running for their lives they have only each other to depend on. Will they give in to the intense attraction between them or will the evil hunting Sophia take its toll? You’ll have to read Brides of the Kindred Book 2—Hunted to find out.
More about the Brides of the Kindred series
A race of Genetic Traders from beyond the stars
Three very different types of men
All looking for one thing…their brides
Beast Kindred—Savage in battle these dark, brooding warriors from Rageron bring their passion and intensity to the bedroom. They possess a very special endowment that ensures every sexual experience is a tantric one.
Blood Kindred—Cold as ice to their enemies, these tall, blond warriors from Tranq Prime warm up when they find the right woman. But be careful…they bite.
Twin Kindred—Muscular and rugged, these warriors from Twin Moons always come in pairs and cannot be separated. They experience physical pain when parted from each other…or the one woman they both choose to love.
And then there is the enemy…
The Scourge—A genetic trade gone wrong, these menacing outsiders have twisted desires and sexual needs fierce enough to frighten away even the most adventurous. Their need to dominate and possess their women completely has led to a strange prophesy that they must fulfill…or die trying.
**Author's Note--Look for the BONUS novella at the end of this book, Abducted: Through the Looking Glass which introduces Evangeline Anderson's new series: The Alien Mate Index***
still and let me lick your pussy like a good girl or I’m going to spank you again. Do you understand me, Olivia?” The dominance in his deep voice did something to her—touched some buried part of her psyche that might never have seen the light of day otherwise. Though it embarrassed her greatly, Liv could feel her pussy getting even wetter, her folds swollen and hot as she waited for his tongue. “I said, do you understand me?” Baird barked and she jumped, realizing that he wanted a verbal
blue eyes like a husky’s. Sylvan…he bit my lip during the Luck Kiss. And then we were in the tube together and he smelled so good… Come to think of it, that delicious sharp, spicy scent was filling her senses now. It smelled so delicious Sophie wanted to wrap it around her like a blanket. It made her feel safe and warm but at the same time it made her nipples ache and her pussy wet. How could one smell do so many things? Mating scent…The words drifted through her brain but Sophie pushed them
heard her soft voice begging him not to. “Please, don’t bite me, Sylvan.” Her tone was filled with fear and agitation. “Please.” The fear and pleading in her voice cut through the blood lust that had fallen over him like a smothering curtain. Though his need to bite her remained just as strong, his reason returned and enabled him to hold back…at least for the moment. Sylvan paused. Have to stop. Have to let her go now, he told himself firmly. But the voice of reason was weak, ineffectual. In
“…just got these new models in last week,” he said, nodding at a sleek red sports car with a shiny silver jaguar hood ornament. “Now don’t let this sexy little number fool you—I can see what a big guy you are but she’s got a lotta leg room. Not to mention a trunk you could hide a body in.” “I see.” Sylvan’s deep voice was neutral but the pupils of his eyes had begun to go red—as red as the gleaming car Burke was trying to sell him. “I don’t mean to interrupt,” he said before Burke could go
“Sophia? Are you all right?” She looked up to see a huge dark figure looming over her. “No!” She scrambled to get away. “No, please—leave me alone!” “It’s all right.” The man reached for her and she shrank from his touch. “All right,” he repeated. “You just had a bad dream.” A dream. Just a dream. Her fragile mind latched on to the idea like a drowning man grasping a life preserver. That’s right, it was just a dream. Sylvan didn’t really go down there and do all that. And everything that