The Blueblood Legacies, Draw of the Bane – Amy Bol
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: August 2013
Wolves are born to breed. And Mila’s blood was some of the rarest and most coveted, the most arousing, regal…powerful. Yet, she lives alone; hiding in America since childhood as a refugee of a great den war, having already watched everyone she’s ever cared about die around her. Still, she is done running and ready to take a stand.
When Landon wanders onto her property hunting the wolves responsible for his parents’ death, she allows the wounded human to recover in her home against her better judgment. They soon discover they share a common enemy, and an attraction unlike anything the strong, stubborn, and powerful young Blueblood has ever experienced. But when the looming battle descends upon them, they must both learn to trust each other if they want to survive. For, even as her enemies exist a continent away, the draw of the Bane in her blood will bring them only a heartbeat from her. But it was the heartbeat beside her that pounded the loudest, and the one that could be her undoing…
I have always loved to write. My first book, a novella of short stories titled “Complements of a Dying Man” about losing my young husband to cancer, was a test to learn how to upload my work into Amazon. I was touched by the feedback and positive reviews which describe it as both humorous and heartfelt.
But my real love is writing adult, paranormal romance. My first novel in The Blueblood Legacies series, Draw of the Bane, is out now. I’m currently writing the sequel, Rise of the Red Wolf.
I live with one hot fiancée and two stubborn little girls who take after their mother (I know, pray for the man of the house). I have a serious addiction to coffee & diet coke, which I have no plans to stop, eat chocolate like they’re going to quit making it, and treat April Fool’s Day as if it were a serious holiday, because, it is. You’ve been warned.
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“He was the kind of man that if you saw as a stranger is a room, you allowed yourself that one fleeting moment when you imagine you’re flat on your back and pinned firmly beneath him.”
Why Mila,” he said, leaning in playfully, “are you telling me that you would lead me into a trap knowingly? One that would cause me significant,” he spoke more slowly, “bodily,” his mouth was so close to her ears, “harm?”