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Orbs 4

Operation Redemption, the final desperate mission in taking back the planet from the Organics has failed. Captain Rick Noble and his soldiers have been captured and imprisoned on an alien ship. But not all is lost. Their sacrifice allowed Doctor Sophie Winston, Doctor Emanuel Rodriguez, and their small team to escape in the NTC Sunspot–their destination, Mars. The perilous journey to find a lost human colony may offer Sophie and the rest of humanity a chance at life.

Running to You

“I wanted to ask. Is the dad you helped cute?” And here Carlos had thought he’d managed to escape Angie’s matchmaking fanaticism… just once. She was the happiest person Carlos had ever known, and she wanted everyone to be as deliriously content as she was…...

Trackers 4: The Damned

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Winter Thrillz Vol 2

“In... the... back,” his raspy breath brought me out of the trance I’d been in watching this colossal, unbreakable beast thrash the crap out of them. What the hell was this thing? Our eyes locked, lying on the ground unloading his semi-automatic into the...

Rare Blood

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Rare BloodAuthor: Susan Old
Title: Rare Blood
Published On: Mar 13 2018
Genres: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Zairesue Books
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Miranda Ortega loves to surprise people who underestimate her...
...especially powerful, wealthy, brilliant vampire nobility.
Tristan Mordecai has no sense of personal boundaries.
Miranda feels control of her life slipping away as she is pulled into a nocturnal world of Lamborghini driving, Chanel wearing, egomaniac assassins with a strict liquid diet.
What's a young woman from the cornfields of Illinois to do?

Struggling with a touch of social phobia, I decided to get a breath of fresh air before going back to the conference room. I wondered how long before anyone noticed I was gone. The hotel grounds were lovely. Fragrant gardenias, roses and ferns lined the walkway. The tiled roofs of pastel bungalows lent an old world-grace. Show tunes drifted across the grounds from a patio bar. Sadly, the sight of couples communing in the romantic atmosphere tugged at my heart. The world of writing had left little time or energy for dating. I certainly could not be accused of misspent youth. At least the sacrifice was starting to pay off. I had received a $ 25,000 advance from my publisher. I imagined my mother bragging about my book being published at the village beauty salon. My parents had sacrificed to send me to college. Now I could start paying them back, not to mention my creditors.

The garden path led to a pond where swans floated among water lilies. It was like a scene from a fairy tale. Maybe I did belong here. A frog princess transformed by a book.

“I’ll never wait on tables again!” I declared.

“Perhaps not,” a man responded.

“What?” I turned startled.

A tall figure was standing in the shadow of a sycamore several feet away. The sunlight had faded into twilight.

“Miranda Ortega?” he asked with a slight accent.

“Yes?” I responded uneasily. “Did we meet inside?”

“No, you would have remembered if we had.” The most strikingly handsome man I had ever seen stepped before me. A thick mane of blond hair fell to his shoulders. He had a slightly jutting jaw and patrician nose. His complexion was pale without a blemish. His eyes were river blue. His mouth expressed a satisfied smile. A black silk suit draped his lean, muscular form. A starkly white shirt was left open at the chest. He wore a small gold medallion. Damn straight I would have remembered meeting him. At that moment, my brain was clearly registering attraction, anticipation and fear.

“And you are….”

“Someone you will want to know better.” He stepped closer, blocking the path.

The rape prevention course I took flashed before my eyes. I wondered if I could out-run him. It was getting darker by the minute. I regretted wearing high heels. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. Maybe I was over-reacting.

“You’re making me uncomfortable,” I said, watching his response closely.

“I was hoping to have the opposite effect.” He smiled. I breathed a little easier.

“If you’ll excuse me I have to be getting back.” He moved but slightly, allowing me little space to pass by him. He smelled of musk and primal forest. I inhaled slightly. Heady stuff. His cologne seemed vaguely familiar. I am 5 foot 4 inches and he was about a foot taller than me. I guessed he was about 30. His eyes seemed old beyond their years. I started to move past him. He gently put a hand on my arm, just enough to make me pause.

About Susan Old

SUSAN Grew Up in So Cal with hippies and surfers, wrote for her high school underground newspaper and played in a garage band. Her adventuresome spirit took her to Central Africa while serving in the Peace Corps.
Back in the states she worked in Mental Health/ Addictions for 30 years. Exposure to many cultures/ subcultures and unique thought processes made writing about vampires a supernatural next step.
When not writing about Miranda’s struggles with the vampire world, she volunteers at an animal shelter, and a Veteran’s museum.