a family. He’ll do whatever it takes to protect the woman he loves. Calder Blake lost everything: his mother, his father, his very identity. Until
Cass, he didn’t believe he deserved to be a Blake, where family and loyalty
always come first.
But what if Cass can’t give Calder what he needs to move on from his broken
Or worse, what if someone’s determined that Cass will never get a chance to
become a Blake?
DEAR READERS: BLOOD ROSE is a stand alone
story, but if you haven’t read how Cass and Calder’s love story first started,
you can do so through GOLD SHIMMER and STEEL RUSH.
Not only do you get to take the journey with Cass and Calder, but you’ll also
get to visit with Sebastian and Talia, since they play key roles in Cass and
Mister Black (1) (Sebastian & Talia part 1) – Novella
Scarlett Red (2) (Sebastian & Talia part 2) – Novel
Blackest Red (3) (Sebastian & Talia part 2) – Novel
Gold Shimmer (4) (Cass & Calder part 1) – Novel
Steel Rush (5) (Cass & Calder part 2) – Novel
Black Platinum (6) (Sebastian & Talia) – Novel
Reddest Black (7) (Sebastian & Talia) – Novel
on my lips. Thunder booms and lightning flashes, briefly illuminating the dark
room just as Calder rounds the coffee table. Crouching next to me, he brushes
my hair away from my face, his hand warm against my clammy skin. “Are you okay?
I just walked in and freaked when you called out my name. You sounded
comforting touch as I pick up my phone from the coffee table. “What time is
it?” I mumble so he thinks that’s why I’m checking the screen. It was a
dream. Celeste didn’t send any more texts. I exhale in relief.
his head as he slides his hand into my hair. “I can’t believe you slept through
all this racket.” Pulling me forward, he kisses my forehead, then quickly looks
at me with a worried gaze. “You’re trembling.”
breath, I offer a wry smile. “I was dreaming about Celeste.”
it a nightmare. Wonder why she’s starring in your dreams after all this time?”
communication, I might as well tell him about her text. “She tried to contact
tenses. “You didn’t respond, did you?”
I don’t need a lecture. It’s over and done.
thing we need is Celeste returning from the dead. All hell would break loose.”
his wrist, I adopt a calm expression and search his gaze in the darkness.
“Are you okay?”
own head.” He quickly scoops me up in his arms, his hold on me especially
his broad shoulders. Keep holding me tight, Calder. Promise to never
let me go, no matter what.
neck while carrying me upstairs. The thunder rumbles in a low bass and the rain
rushes against the windows as we enter our darkened room.
feet but instead sets me on the edge of our chaise lounge near the window.
Lightning flashes as he towers over me and tilts my chin up. The churning of
the storm just outside the window amplifies his heated gaze, spiking my
adrenaline. As he begins to tug off his tie, I keep my gaze locked with his and
wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t say a word. He loops his tie around the
scrollwork at the top of the lounge’s back, then shrugs out of his jacket.
shirt, that my gaze devours every inch of his gorgeous body as he peels the
shirt away. From his six-pack abs to his broad chest, I’ll never get tired of
burying my face against his warm, muscular frame. For now I don’t mind the
silence between us. He’s here. That’s all that matters. We’ll work through
of me, my hand instantly traces the inked raven feathers curved around his left
shoulder and down his bicep. “I love this raven wing so much,” I say in a quiet
voice. “I think it’s wonderful that others will be able to appreciate this
masterpiece in Alana’s book, and that you’re a man of your word.”
palm in a slow tantalizing kiss. I take a shaky breath, trying not to get too
emotional at how much he makes me feel with just a simple press of his lips to
my skin. But he does. Every time, he melts me.
International Bestselling author of the contemporary romance series IN THE
SHADOWS (aka MISTER BLACK), the YA/New Adult crossover series BRIGHTEST KIND OF
DARKNESS, and the romance series: BAD IN BOOTS, KENDRIAN VAMPIRES and SCIONS
(listed under Patrice Michelle). She keeps a spiral notepad with her at all
times, even on her nightstand. When P.T. isn’t writing, she can usually be
found reading or taking pictures of landscapes, sunsets and anything beautiful
or odd in nature.