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Others will be bitten.
All have a lust for blood.
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Authors included in the set:

Avery Song
Stasia Black
A.S. Green
Brittni Chenelle
CC Solomon
Stella Williams
Charlee Garden
Kat Stiles
Heather MacKinnon

Vampira Crescent Academy by Avery Song

𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.
𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 — 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 — 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.
𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚.

I’m Valentina Mallory (Valerie for short): eighteen, poor, plagued with poor vision, and far from beautiful. Oh, and to top it all off, I’m not a vampire or a werewolf.

𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡.

As if that weren’t bad enough, I’m also an orphan. One who somehow inherited admission to the esteemed Vampira Crescent Academy, thanks to the fact that my dead parents were royalty.

It’ll take a miracle to make it through Term One, but my new wolf guardians are determined to make it happen. All because they bet on my success against an evil, cynical vampire prince who's hiding his own vision issues and needs my blended blood to cure him.

𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭.

With everything that’s happening, I need all the help I can get. It’s time to pray to the bloody moon for aid in surviving this prestigious school of blood and howling forces.

𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤.


Blood Claimed by Heather MacKinnon

Can he save her from herself?

Alexander is given one simple task: relocate a recent victim of a rogue vampire. A simple job turns complicated when he actually meets her. Charlotte Wakefield is headstrong, argumentative, and so damn beautiful, he can’t help but want to be near her. But having a vampire for a bodyguard comes with its own slew of issues. Alexander knows she’d be better off without him, but he can’t stay away.

Charlotte knows Alexander isn’t the social worker he claims to be, but she has no other explanation for the gorgeous man who keeps saving her. Besides being devastatingly handsome, he's also rude, impatient, and such a jerk she's constantly in danger of slapping him. She knows there's more to him, though. Just like she knows there's a reason he's always there to save her.

Charlotte's blood is like a siren call and there's danger around every corner. Can Alexander keep her safe? Or is he the real threat to her safety?


His Soul to Keep by Stella Williams

Beware of Shadows.

Soulstice Washington has lived a life on the run. In constant fear of the shadows that have brought her nothing but trouble. Then, Makai Inigo, a real-life shadow, infiltrates her last efforts of living a normal life.

Makai has waited patiently for the right moment to stake his claim on Soul. Yet, his time has run out. Soulstice is special; her bloodline a rare commodity to the vampiristic Saurian. The rising competition against his claim forces his hand.

Caught between legacy and love, Makai must prove that Soul is his to keep.


Hunting Haven by Charlee Garden

Hunt or be hunted.

Running for her life is nothing new to Haven. Only this time, she doesn’t know who or what she’s running from. As creepy mementos and bloody gifts start piling up, she knows she needs help to survive—especially when the creature pursuing her is anything but human.

Gabriel Macias, ex-hunter, is Haven’s only hope. He has the knowledge and the skill to put vampires in the ground permanently. Unfortunately, Haven’s stalker proves to be smarter than the average leech. It’s determined to make Haven its mate, and Gabriel? He’ll do anything to keep that from happening.

As his past with the hunters comes back to haunt him, can Gabriel keep Haven safe? Or will history repeat itself?


Deathly Touch by CC Solomon

With just one touch she could kill.

Jazmine St. Clair has lived in isolation most of her life after accidentally killing someone at age nine. Ten years later, she’s socially awkward, shunned by society and forbidden to feel any touch by another human. Then one day she finds herself in the midst of a series of supernatural kidnappings by a mysterious group and meets a sexy vampire that changes her world forever.

Evan Kitagawa was short-tempered and directionless as a lower level “undead” vampire. Then Jazmine’s accidental touch brought him back to life, allowing him to enjoy the perks of an elite, “living” vampire. When the head of his vampire town instructs him to infiltrate Jazmine’s community, he finds himself more than excited to be near this beautiful stranger even if it could mean betrayal.

While Jazmine is intrigued by Evan’s ability to survive her touch, she’s suspicious of his intentions. However, she can’t ignore their unexplainable bond…or growing feelings.

With kidnappings on the rise and growing distrust between their towns, can the pair uncover the truth behind their unlikely bond before they become the next victims?

Fans of Warm Bodies, Vampire Diaries and the manga My Little Monster will enjoy this new adult paranormal romance filled with mystery, heart and action.


The Dark Prince’s Captive by Stasia Black

This modern man's about to go medieval on his family for the sake of an epic love.

Alexandru's family has a secret of the deepest, darkest kind. Turns out his great great great great grandad is Vlad Tsepesh, aka Dracula. And grandpa dearest wants Alex to join the family business. Step one? Lock Alex in a basement and toss in a virgin sacrifice with him to tempt him to take a bite.

But this luscious bit of human flesh isn't gonna stand for it. River Paulson has dreams of her own, and none of them included ended up in the basement of a madman.

The guy locked with in her, though? He’s not so bad, and okay, is sorta kinda amazing and gorgeous and kind and—the enemy, he’s the enemy!

But really, is it his fault his family are d-bags? He seems to be a victim of circumstances as much as she is.

Getting out of the basement is only the beginning, though. River and Alex have an epic journey and a destiny awaiting them that neither could have ever imagined. If only they could get past that pesky urge he has to bite her whenever she's near...


Blood Thorn by AS Green

Everyone thinks Ainsley Morris is your basic science nerd—a botany major who prefers the lab to the party scene—and maybe they’re right. But she’s got plans. Big plans that’ll keep her from repeating her mother’s mistakes. So even though life hasn’t always been rosy, at twenty-one, it’s finally less thorny.

That is, until she meets him. Alex Campbell.

Sure, he’s ridiculously handsome, rich, and powerful. And maybe he can steam up a room (and…um…other things) just by turning his green eyes in Ainsley’s direction. But unfortunately he’s also completely insane.

Alex thinks he's some kind of vampire fae. And not only that, he says he's the leader of said vampire faes and that Ainsley's their queen.

Uh…excuse me?

Worse, he says they’re nearing extinction, and she’s their only shot at survival.

Pshhh. Right. Ainsley has her own problems to worry about.

But when her body begins reacting in ways even a science nerd can't explain, it might be more than Alex’s survival on the line. It might just be her very own. Because those big plans of hers? They're about to come bite her in the ass.


The Vampire Cure by Kat Stiles

In the search for a cure to a viral pandemic, scientist Liz Meyer discovers something far more deadly…

Vampires exist.

And what’s even more amazing, they’re immune to the virus.

Liz is both horrified and intrigued. She knows that a blood sample could be the solution to a cure. And sexy vampire Ryan awakens a desire within her, something she's never felt before. Too bad the rest of the coven want nothing more than to feast on her blood.

Can Liz get the blood she needs to study vampire immunity and find a cure? Or will it be her blood taken instead?


Chaste Blood by Brittni Chenelle

In the realm of the immortal courts, love is the deadliest weapon…

As a princess in the Shadow Court, Sinna lives a painfully sheltered life. Like all immortals, she has but one weakness… Love strips away an immortal’s power, leaving them vulnerable to attack. So when her fellow mages peer into the future, and learn she is destined to love a rival king, they see an opportunity to seize power…

Sent to infiltrate the Blood Court of vampires, Sinna must seduce their king, and steal his immortality. But the price of failure is high. A thousand lifetimes of torture and imprisonment await her if she's discovered--not to mention the enslavement of her people.

Maddox, the Vampire King, is no fool. But despite his initial suspicions, he longs for the company of his fated mate. So when Sinna enters his realm and challenges his restraint, he's eager to test his limits--and hers. But lurking in the background, darker forces seek to make pawns of them both.

And when Sinna's own feelings are compromised, she starts to wonder if she has been the target all along…

Hunting Haven by Charlee Garden

I noticed the screenless window that was left open above her sink almost immediately. Peering through the window, I tried to see if there was a discarded screen or if she just didn’t have one to begin with. My stomach clenched as I spotted nail marks on the outside of the window sill. The lock was still intact, but the vamp had clearly pried it open which made me think that the fucker was old. A newly changed bloodsucker would have pushed the window up without a trace. It was always the really old leeches that didn’t have a grasp on how modern designs worked and left traces behind.

“Looking for something?” Haven asked from behind me.

I turned around to face her, ignoring her question. “You always leave your window open when you go to work?” She leaned casually against the door frame. Her tight jeans and long legs looked entirely too appealing. I forced my gaze back to her face in time to notice her confused frown.


Blood Claimed by Heather MacKinnon

I climbed out of the car and followed him over to a stairwell in the corner. He eyed me warily before speaking. “I’m on the top floor.”

I shrugged. “Okay. Isn’t there an elevator?”

He winced. “I can’t risk it right now. We have to take the stairs.”

I glanced up, getting dizzy as I tried to count the amount of flights I’d have to climb.

“I can carry you, if you want,” he offered quietly.

I turned to find him, fists clenched at his sides, but his eyes wide open for me. I shrugged. “I won’t be too heavy for you?”

He snorted. “No. You weigh next to nothing.”

I rolled my eyes. “I wouldn’t say I weigh next to nothing.”

“You’re hardly even full grown.”

My jaw fell open as I reached out and slapped him in the arm. It made so much sense now why it felt like I was hitting granite instead of flesh. “Sorry I’m not a hulking giant like you.”

He sniffed and, in a movement too quick for me to follow, he pulled me into his arms and began running up the stairs. “I do not hulk.”

“Oh my God, yes you do. You hulk all over the place. You probably can’t even help yourself.”

He gave me an unimpressed look as he continued to practically fly up the stairs.


Blood Thorn by A.S. Green

Someone was watching. This wasn’t totally unusual for Ainsley Morris. Her job, after all, required her to wear an eighteenth-century tartan dress that laced so tightly, her breasts looked like they were going to explode. On top of that, her mane of long red curls was equally outrageous. (She’d never been the perfectly coiffed Cinderella at the ball. More like a curvier version of that crazy little redheaded chick from Brave.) But today Ainsley was getting a different kind of attention. Different, even for the Renaissance fair.

Yes, people always looked and smiled at her, but Ainsley was just one small part of the larger spectacle. She’d never inspired such prolonged, individualized scrutiny. Seriously, if whoever was staring at her wanted a peep show, most of her neighboring vendors showed more cleavage than she did. And that included Kenneth.

Ainsley casually looked down to check for any wardrobe malfunctions. Maybe she’d slipped a nip and hadn’t noticed. But nope. Nothing too scandalous there.

Still… Someone was definitely watching her. She could feel it like a sixth sense, an itch between her shoulder blades.

She scanned the evening crowd, sifting through the paunchy men with their Minnesota Vikings T-shirts, college kids in their Saint-Whatever sweatshirts, and Girl Scout leader moms with gaggles of tired kids in their wakes. Nothing seemed out of the norm, but there it was again—heated, intense, the itch turning into a burn.

She tried to diffuse her unease by straightening the vials of perfumes, herbal remedies, and floral-scented notepads on her shelves. Wafts of rose water, peppermint, and lavender filled her nose. She’d first applied to work at the fair when she was eighteen, hoping to get cast as a villager. But when she’d mentioned she was going to study botany in college and showed them some of the essential oils she’d made from plants in her own garden, she was given Ye Olde Apothecary booth and told she could supplement the wares with creations of her own, taking a higher commission for those, of course.

That was three years ago, and now she had a sizable collection of her own home remedies for sale—peppermint oil for headaches; palmarosa and frankincense for wrinkles; chamomile for muscle aches. Not that she was getting rich off it. Most people spent their money on beer and turkey legs, or on some of the “sexier” vendors—like her friend Julia who did tarot and palm reading, or even Kenneth in the neighboring booth who tooled leather belts and vests, mostly for motorcycle folks and dominatrixes.

So much for trying to distract herself. The weighty gaze was still there, making her hand shake so much she toppled three bottles.

Stupid. She had to be imagining it. Who would want to watch her when there was so much else going on? Within thirty feet of her booth she could spot two fire jugglers and three scantily clad village harlots.

But she couldn’t fully convince herself. The man’s energy—yes, she was quite certain it was a man—was heavy, hungry even. His intensity followed her every movement, burning into her skin as she re-arranged the tiny vials and tried to look busy.

A welcomed breeze lifted strands of her hair, tickling her bare arms and raising goosebumps. Her nipples went hard as cherry pits under the thin chemise.

The man’s attention made her feel awkward and virginal, which was exactly what she was. Ainsley knew what kind of damage a man could do. She’d seen it first hand, and that’s why she swore she’d never flirt with her own disaster. Besides, she preferred the botany lab to Friday night keggers and hookups, and she could take care of her own…um…physical needs just fine, thank you very much.

Dependable, trust-worthy, honest men were about as real as the love potions she hawked to lure in buyers.

“How’s it goin’, Ainsley?” asked a throaty feminine voice.

Ainsley’s head jerked up, thankful for the diversion. The tightness in her chest eased at the sight of Julia, who had a colorful head scarf tied around her long, Afro blowout. Her neck was draped in a half dozen gold bangles, and her turquoise eyes—courtesy of colored contacts—were mesmerizing. She looked every bit the mystic, which was why, when Julia told your fortune, you bet you believed it. The girl made bank.

“What’s up, Jules?”

“All my male customers,” Julia teased. “I swear something’s in the air today. One guy seriously bent over and licked my hand when I was reading his palm.”

“Oh my god. Ew.”

“I should have kicked him under the table. How have sales been for you?”

“Got enough in commissions for a few drinks at an overpriced bar,” Ainsley said, touching the leather satchel she wore around her waist.

“Oooo. Got big plans tonight?”

“For once. Yeah. It’s my best friend’s bachelorette party, and I,” Ainsley paused for dramatic effect, “am finally twenty-one.”

“That’s right!” Julia exclaimed, her necklaces jingling. “Happy birthday!”

There was a high-pitched laugh from the far side of Ainsley’s booth, and they both looked. A group of middle schoolers were uncorking the sample bottles and dabbing them on each other’s necks.

Ainsley knew they wouldn’t be buying anything. They’d obviously spent whatever money their parents had given them on charcoal caricature drawings and those stupid floral crowns with the streamers. Any minute now…yep. Great. They’d gone and spilled the eucalyptus. A whiff of mint and menthol hit the air.

“I hate middle schoolers,” Ainsley muttered with a sigh. “I hate that they think they’re cooler than me. Age should give me the upper hand.”

“You’re plenty cool,” Julia said reassuringly.

“Really? I’m a Renaissance cos-player whose career ambition is to someday be named a Distinguished Fellow of the Botanical Society of America."

“Uh-huh,” Julia said, her expression flattening. “I don’t know anything about that but—”

“I skipped out on a spring break trip with my friends to work on a research project in the botany lab.”

“Honey…”

“My best friend calls it the lobotomy lab, and I can’t tell if she’s kidding or not.”

“Okay. So maybe not super cool, but that’s no way to feel when you’re about to hit the town with your girls. Look at me.” Julia gestured at her necklaces. “What you need is a little bling to brighten your mood.”

Julia glanced around. When her gaze landed on something to her left, she stifled a laugh. Ainsley followed her gaze and saw that one of the middle schoolers had accidentally left her floral crown behind. The flowers were sad and limp from a full day in the sun.

“Julia, no.”

Julia’s smile widened. She grabbed the wilted wreath and placed it on Ainsley’s head. “Yasss, queen!”

Ainsley’s eyes shifted to the crowd, still feeling the elusive man’s heated stare. In fact, her whole body felt hot. There was a burning sensation in her stomach that rose to her chest and shot down her arms, making her fingers tingle.

When she looked back, she was surprised to see that Julia’s jaw had gone slack, but her eyebrows had hit her hairline. “Julia?”

“Whoa. Ainsley. Go look at yourself.”

Confused, Ainsley left her booth and stepped in front of Kenneth’s full-length mirror. Same exploding cleavage, same outrageous hair, but the floral crown, it had…bloomed? The sad little carnations had nearly tripled in size. “What the heck?”

Her neck prickled. Was she imagining things, or had the stranger’s gaze just gone from heated to electric? She spun around, looking for the source, and thought she saw a blur of color ducking behind the blacksmith stall.

Julia jumped back. “What’s wrong?”

“I just felt… I don’t know… Maybe I’m going crazy.”

Chapter continues…


His Soul to Keep by Stella Williams

Clouds obscured the moon and stars in a pitch-black sky.

Where the hell is he? “Branson!”

There was no answer. Soul stumbled through the barbed vines that littered her path. Thorns caught the thin white sheet she’d fashioned into a dress, leaving streaks of blood where they tore into her ankles.

“Branson! Answer me, you asshole!”

This time her calls were answered by the sound of flapping wings before a small, dark figure swooped low, almost hitting her head. The small gust of wind from its wings barely moving her gelled beehive fro. She swiped her hand over her face, not caring she smeared the green and grey zombie makeup she’d carefully applied earlier.

She stopped in the middle of what used to be a blooming garden, now overgrown and filled with dead and decaying foliage. Stone statues and fountains loomed in every direction. Just visible enough to play tricks on her mind. A feral growl broke the relative silence of the night, sending her heart racing. The growling got closer, but as she whipped around expecting to see an animal, all she saw was more shadows—this time running swiftly through the overgrown brush.

This is the last time I fall for his stupid jokes.

“I’m going home! I’m not playing no stupid games.”

She expected Branson to emerge from the darkness, or maybe for him to laugh and give away his position. Branson loved to play jokes on her. He was supposed to be taking her to one of his college parties so she would know what it was like before she graduated high school that year. Instead, he and his friends had stopped here at the old Foster Plantation on the outskirts of Foster, their small town. The creepiest house anyone had ever known.

Everything from ghost sightings to demonic possessions and monster-sized animals was tied to this place. Fitting to the atrocities served by its previous slaveholding owners. Not that the modern generation of Fosters was any less racist. Just now, their fortune was spent, and their ancestral home abandoned to the fitting ruin it should be. Most people with any sense steered clear of the place, especially on Halloween. The night when all manner of spirits roamed the earth.

Don’t go playing with spirits, child. You don’t know what’s lurking on Old Hallows’ Eve.

Grandma Ronnie’s words played on a loop in Soul’s head as she desperately fought the fear threatening to paralyze her. Soul would never have gotten out of the car if Branson hadn’t agreed to stay by her side. Of course, he and his friends, Blake and Wayne, had taken off running in all different directions as soon as they had the chance. Leaving Soul vulnerable and alone among the spirits of the dead.

Branson thought it was a joke when Soul said she could feel spirits. It wasn’t. It was part of her family legacy. Grandma Ronnie was known for her psychic ability around town, even if she tried to downplay it. Unfortunately, Soul was following suit in that regard. Even now, she could feel the brush of tormented souls along her skin, hear their screams like wounded animals in the distance. Barely a whisper, but audible all the same.

Taking a deep breath, she clenched her hands tighter. Her fingernails bit into the palm of her hands, bringing her thoughts back to the present. The feral growling started again, farther away this time, but still too close for comfort.

“Branson, when I find you, I’m going to kill you!”

The words echoed in the night. Giving up on trying to reason with the boys, Soul made her way back to the car. At least there, she would have some protection against anything coming her way. Maybe someone passing by would give her a ride home. The wild animals had enough sense to stay away from the road, even when the road remained mostly deserted. The local hunters had made sure of that. The closer she got to the car, the farther away the growling became. She relaxed a little, focusing on her anger at Branson for taking this joke of his too far. Soul could just barely make out the silhouette of Branson’s old busted Camaro. The driver’s door was wide open, but none of the boys were in sight. She turned around, searching for any sign of them. Branson would never be so careless with his precious vehicle.

“Branson! This is too far!”

There was a rustling behind her, heavy footfalls getting closer to her position. The progress she made in calming herself down was now undone. She wrapped her arms tight around herself, rubbing her arms to fight off the chills racking her body. The spirits assailed her.

Run!

She took off for the car. She could feel the animal on her heels but refused to look back. Looking back would only slow her down. The vehicle was in sight, if she could just make it there, she would be safe. Soul never made it to the car. Something, or someone, struck a painful blow to the back of her head, rendering her unconscious.