Blood Bound
Blood Ravagers, Book One
Traci Douglass
ISBN: 978-1-945879-17-3
Release Date: October 10, 2016
Book Description:
Anna Frost had a bad feeling when her twin sister, Liz, told her she’d run off with a member of the notorious Otherworld biker gang, the Blood Ravagers. And her unease skyrockets when her sister subsequently vanishes. The police have no authority and little interest, so Anna decides to take matters into her own hands by infiltrating the group to discover for herself what happened to Liz, where she meets….
Dante, half demon, half human. A mix of two worlds, accepted by neither, he’s had no choice but to learn the hard way how to play whatever side of the fence kept him alive during his nearly 500 years of existence. Now, as second-in-command of the Blood Ravagers biker gang, his survival depends on keeping his humanity a secret. Dante’s ultimate goal is to fulfill the vows he made over two centuries ago to create a world where half-breeds can live in safety and equality.
But when sheltered schoolteacher Anna finds unexpected, white-hot passion in the arms of Dante, will her quest for the truth cost him more than he ever bargained for? Or will they find a way to save Liz – and their love – together?
Excerpt
“You take care of that problem?” Basher snarled as they rode side-by-side down the highway, taking up both lanes. “We can’t afford some other nosy human bitch poking around.”
“Yes, I took care of it,” Dante shouted over the roar of the wind. Part of him wished he could take care of Anna Frost even more, but his guilt and what was left of his conscience would not let him.
Not yet anyway.
Not until she knew exactly who she was.
Exactly what she was and what would be expected of her.
By then it would be too late. For both of them.
Basher puffed on the cigarette dangling from his lips then leaned forward as he gained speed. The engine on his custom Harley squealed under the strain and the harsh sunlight carved out all the craggy lines of his face. With the physical appeal of a feral rat, Basher looked like he had walked straight out of some B-rate biker movie and straight into a cheese grater. He was all stark sinew and ragged bone. Dante stayed with the Blood Ravagers, not because he enjoyed pandering to a bigoted, misogynistic asshole of a bully, but for self-preservation. If Basher knew what Dante really was, what he had planned, he would drown him in acid, skin him alive.
Not necessarily in that order.
The gang leader’s voice croaked out with the gruff resonance of a two-pack-a-day smoker. “She remind you of anybody?”
Yes. “No.” Dante lied. “Why?”
Basher gave him a side glare. “She’s the same as that other bitch you took care of a few weeks ago, yeah?”
Dante remained silent, staring down the road ahead. It had not been smart of him to play dumb. Dumb did not survive long around Basher. The guy was a blunt instrument, a full-blooded wrath demon with a sadistic streak as wide and deep as the Grand Canyon. He tortured first and asked questions later, if his victims survived. Usually they did not. And he always, always looked out for number one.
Which was what had brought them out here, to the foothills of the Big Horn Mountains. Basher had seen an opportunity to increase his wealth, a demand in the Otherworld that had yet to be met. A need for human psychics—as chattel, as a means to his end. The gang had spent years abducting them, testing them, keeping the good ones and eliminating the frauds. Over the past decade alone Basher had captured and sold untold numbers, always on the lookout for the special ones.
The ones who might fulfill the prophecy.
The Oracle.
A being so powerful they would bind a gang together and render them nearly invincible to attack. Basher hoped to take control of The Oracle and twist their psychic powers to do his bidding, if he found them first.
Dante had done what was necessary to prevent that from happening.
Now, he just prayed it would be enough.
“You take care of that problem?” Basher snarled as they rode side-by-side down the highway, taking up both lanes. “We can’t afford some other nosy human bitch poking around.”
“Yes, I took care of it,” Dante shouted over the roar of the wind. Part of him wished he could take care of Anna Frost even more, but his guilt and what was left of his conscience would not let him.
Not yet anyway.
Not until she knew exactly who she was.
Exactly what she was and what would be expected of her.
By then it would be too late. For both of them.
Basher puffed on the cigarette dangling from his lips then leaned forward as he gained speed. The engine on his custom Harley squealed under the strain and the harsh sunlight carved out all the craggy lines of his face. With the physical appeal of a feral rat, Basher looked like he had walked straight out of some B-rate biker movie and straight into a cheese grater. He was all stark sinew and ragged bone. Dante stayed with the Blood Ravagers, not because he enjoyed pandering to a bigoted, misogynistic asshole of a bully, but for self-preservation. If Basher knew what Dante really was, what he had planned, he would drown him in acid, skin him alive.
Not necessarily in that order.
The gang leader’s voice croaked out with the gruff resonance of a two-pack-a-day smoker. “She remind you of anybody?”
Yes. “No.” Dante lied. “Why?”
Basher gave him a side glare. “She’s the same as that other bitch you took care of a few weeks ago, yeah?”
Dante remained silent, staring down the road ahead. It had not been smart of him to play dumb. Dumb did not survive long around Basher. The guy was a blunt instrument, a full-blooded wrath demon with a sadistic streak as wide and deep as the Grand Canyon. He tortured first and asked questions later, if his victims survived. Usually they did not. And he always, always looked out for number one.
Which was what had brought them out here, to the foothills of the Big Horn Mountains. Basher had seen an opportunity to increase his wealth, a demand in the Otherworld that had yet to be met. A need for human psychics—as chattel, as a means to his end. The gang had spent years abducting them, testing them, keeping the good ones and eliminating the frauds. Over the past decade alone Basher had captured and sold untold numbers, always on the lookout for the special ones.
The ones who might fulfill the prophecy.
The Oracle.
A being so powerful they would bind a gang together and render them nearly invincible to attack. Basher hoped to take control of The Oracle and twist their psychic powers to do his bidding, if he found them first.
Dante had done what was necessary to prevent that from happening.
Now, he just prayed it would be enough.
“Yes, I took care of it,” Dante shouted over the roar of the wind. Part of him wished he could take care of Anna Frost even more, but his guilt and what was left of his conscience would not let him.
Not yet anyway.
Not until she knew exactly who she was.
Exactly what she was and what would be expected of her.
By then it would be too late. For both of them.
Basher puffed on the cigarette dangling from his lips then leaned forward as he gained speed. The engine on his custom Harley squealed under the strain and the harsh sunlight carved out all the craggy lines of his face. With the physical appeal of a feral rat, Basher looked like he had walked straight out of some B-rate biker movie and straight into a cheese grater. He was all stark sinew and ragged bone. Dante stayed with the Blood Ravagers, not because he enjoyed pandering to a bigoted, misogynistic asshole of a bully, but for self-preservation. If Basher knew what Dante really was, what he had planned, he would drown him in acid, skin him alive.
Not necessarily in that order.
The gang leader’s voice croaked out with the gruff resonance of a two-pack-a-day smoker. “She remind you of anybody?”
Yes. “No.” Dante lied. “Why?”
Basher gave him a side glare. “She’s the same as that other bitch you took care of a few weeks ago, yeah?”
Dante remained silent, staring down the road ahead. It had not been smart of him to play dumb. Dumb did not survive long around Basher. The guy was a blunt instrument, a full-blooded wrath demon with a sadistic streak as wide and deep as the Grand Canyon. He tortured first and asked questions later, if his victims survived. Usually they did not. And he always, always looked out for number one.
Which was what had brought them out here, to the foothills of the Big Horn Mountains. Basher had seen an opportunity to increase his wealth, a demand in the Otherworld that had yet to be met. A need for human psychics—as chattel, as a means to his end. The gang had spent years abducting them, testing them, keeping the good ones and eliminating the frauds. Over the past decade alone Basher had captured and sold untold numbers, always on the lookout for the special ones.
The ones who might fulfill the prophecy.
The Oracle.
A being so powerful they would bind a gang together and render them nearly invincible to attack. Basher hoped to take control of The Oracle and twist their psychic powers to do his bidding, if he found them first.
Dante had done what was necessary to prevent that from happening.
Now, he just prayed it would be enough.
Author Bio
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.
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Interview
Please welcome Blood Bound author Traci Douglass to Diane’s Book Blog.
How long did it take
you to write Blood Bound?
I finished the original draft of the book in one month,
November 2015, then spent about a month revising it before submission.
If you were stranded
on a desert island which of your characters do you want by your side?
Liz Frost. She can do the whole casting images
thing so she’d be able to contact someone to come rescue us! J
If you could be best
friends with one of your characters, who would it be?
Anna. She smart and snarky and strong. My kind
of gal.
What inspired you to
write your first book?
Cliché as it sounds, I had a dream. Seriously.
That dream refused to leave my head until I wrote it down. The basic premise of
that dream became my Seven Seals Series.
What is your favorite
book that you wrote?
I don’t actually have a favorite. Each one is
like a child, different but equal.
What is your typical
day like?
Get up, take out the dogs, feed the dogs, feed
me, get coffee, put butt in chair and write.
What book are you
reading now?
Somebody to Love by Kristan Higgins, and Hard
Mated by Jennifer Ashley
Thank you so much for
having me on your blog today and Happy Reading!
Traci J
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