Blood Dragons deftly blends elements of paranormal thriller and passionate
romance… A character-driven, sizzling-hot saga” –
Midwest Book Review
In a divided paranormal London, Light is the rebel bad boy vampire of
the Blood Lifer world, with a photographic memory. And a Triton
motorbike. Since Victorian times he’s hidden in the shadows with
Ruby – a savage Elizabethan Blood Lifer. She burns with destructive
love for Light. But he’s keeping a secret from her, which breaks
every rule. When she discovers the truth, things take a terrifying
Fever and Blood Dagger Brotherhood take a deep breath and dive into the spellbinding secret world of
“INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE MEETS TRUE BLOOD”
tempted by his desire and the danger, even though their romance is
forbidden. When the two worlds collide, it could mean the end. For
questions whether he should be slaying or saving the humans he’s
always feared. What dark revelations will Light reveal at the heart
of the experiments? Will he be able to stop them in time? The
consequences of failure are unimaginable. Unless Light plays the part
of hero, he risks losing everything. Including the two women he
or tear it apart.
monsters, it’s a dangerous game to love your Mistress. “Tragic,
triumphant, addictive…this is a novel everyone should read” –
Readers’ Favorite 5*
Blood Lifer world, with a talent for remembering things. And a Triton
motorbike. Since Victorian times he’s been forced to hide in the
shadows. But not now. Not since someone hunted him down. When he’s
bought by his Mistress, Light fights to escape. If he doesn’t,
he’ll never solve the conspiracy behind the Blood Club.
like he’s a pair of designer shoes. So why does Light feel so drawn
to her? Especially when his family is still in chains. Will he risk
everything – even his new love – to save them?
Light to an inconceivable truth. To the dark heart of the Blood Club.
If he can face his worst terrors, he can save his family and whole
species from slavery.
– will be burnt at the stake in fourteen days. In a hidden,
paranormal London, he’s been branded a traitor and terrorist
Renegade – a Blood Lifer hunter of human slavers.
Yet when her life converges with Light’s, she’s enticed by the
dark and glory of his world.
perilous intrigue. Soon he’s in a race against time to transform
into the true leader vital to save his family, home and love. But
will he be able to judge predator from prey?
Rice and leave you wanting more”-Gothic
Johns is not only a refreshing new voice in this genre, she excels
it. Her vampires are edgy, titillating and enticing” –Rockchick
When I’d prowled down the biscuit corridors on the hunt for Sun, however, I soon realised I was the dim prat who was being hunted.
There was a shuffle style scampering behind me.
A door on the right.
I sniffed: not First Lifer, nor Blood. But predator…every nerve screamed it.
A good barney would set me straight, yet the hairs on my neck were rising, as if I was in some poncey B-movie; I’d never been hunted like buffalo before.
Shuffle scamper. Slam.
Shuffle scamper. Slam.
The – thing – zigzagged across the corridor behind me.
Every time I twirled round, however, it’d hidden in another room, and there were only expanses of charcoal walls and doors stretching away, as if I was in The Shining.
We choose to be either predator or prey. That’s the truth of it. I used to reckon it was God or our DNA, which birthrighted the glory or the shame.
But that was the bollocks.
We shift between the two, and right now? Fear had transformed me into prey.
So I ran.
Behind me I heard a loping scamper. A banshee scream.
I skidded round the corner to the ranks of pristine lifts. Brains beat…everything.
I smirked: go evolution.
Still, I couldn’t stop myself pressing the underground garage button – press, press, press – frenziedly. As the steel doors clanged shut, I caught a glimpse of bristling black hair, yellow canines and a pink whiskery mush, which grimaced in infuriated rage at losing its prey.
I’d like to see any animal work out a lift.
When the doors pinged open, I screwed shut my peepers.
All in a tiz, my heart was rapidly beating, and I was sweating. I hadn’t got a hold of this being the prey lark.
‘Still traumatized by enclosed spaces, Light?’ Blake was leaning in inky black V-neck and trousers, against a BMW i8.
I attempted to swagger out of the lift but with legs like jelly..?
I didn’t even convince myself.
Then I heard a ping behind me.
It couldn’t be..?
Shuffle scamper…shuffle scamper…shuffle scamper…
That was sodding it: no more being the prey.
I spun round to face my tormentor…
Dragonsand Blood Shackles – the compelling Rebel Vampires
series.Blood Renegades is the thrilling third installment.
spellbinding worlds, thrilling action, gripping suspense and
passionate romances, all uniquely told.
Shewrote her first fantasy novel at the age of ten, when she discovered
the weird worlds inside her head were more exciting than double
swimming. Since then she’s studied history at Oxford University,
run a theatre company (her critically acclaimed plays have been
described as “uncomfortable, unsettling and uneasily true to
life”), and worked with disability charities.
onto the page, she heads the Oxford writing group Dreaming Spires.