Blood Lust
Thirst Series
Book One
L.M. Mountford
Genre: PNR
Date of Publication: 24 March 2018
ISBN: 9780463624593
ASIN: B07BPH233T
Number of pages: 45
Word Count: 12,000
Cover Artist: The Author
Tagline: The Thirst always wins…
Book Description:
Sooner or later, the thirst always wins…
After a thousand years, Lucian had given up any interest in the world. His only concern that night was finding his next drink, preferably from a flavoursome twenty-something with loose morals and no expectations. Then he saw her…
Kate is just a girl from the country, who came to the city with her brother to find a life away from their parents’ car crash. That is until the police came knocking on her door one morning and ripped her new life apart. Now she has nothing and no one, with only one on her mind. Revenge.
When these worlds collide, and the things that go bump in the night come calling, can these two mend the rifts in each other and give them what they need?
Excerpt:
It was time.
The last light
of dusk was slipping into inky black and high overhead, through the canopy of
clouds and pollution, the heavens have come alive with all the magnificence of
the celestial sphere. Thousands of sights no human eye could ever see.
The hour of the
wolf, the time of the vampire, had come. The time to hunt, to feed...
I inhaled the
backstreet in a breath and a shiver slithered down my spine at the heavy
perfume of things that didn’t bare contemplating. Needless to say, it was rank.
Human cities often carried a certain pungency about them, so much waste and
body odour, pressed together in such tight quarters, left its mark. They had
gotten use to the stink and given enough time, even a vampire could adjust. But
that place…
Its particular
ripeness was absolutely foul.
I pressed on
regardless. Lured by that single overpowering aroma that clung to this place.
Beneath the stink of shit. Blood. It lead me like a carrot dangling in front of
a donkey, teasing my fangs, my mouth watering.
Sooner or later,
the thirst always won.
And I’d left it
too long.
The way was dark
but up above and all around, the city burned bright. False light. Humanity’s
instinctive terror of the dark and all that lurked within, cloaked by darkness,
had driven them to harness the power of the sun and turn night into day.
Edison’s great folly. The old man had sought to create a warm light for all
mankind, warmth and safety for every home. Instead, his invention had made them
arrogant. Naive.
Man had grown
careless, wrapped in their protective cocoon. So they’d forgotten the perils of
the night, the hunters in the shadows and all the things that fed on them when
the sun went down.
And had allowed
darkness to creep back into their world.
I paused
mid-stride. The trail swung off the beaten path and down the mouth of an alley
a few meters ahead and i felt the instinctive thrill. I was getting close.
Men. Four of them.
All in leather and denim. Huddled so close together that to any passers-by,
they looked just like any other a bunch of dudes out smoking, drinking, and
whiling away a night on the town. But the smell was on them. Blood and fear. It
was old, maybe weeks dry, but they were rank with it. And their eyes were all
fixed on the mouth of the alley, waiting.
They’d do. A
small smirk tugged irresistibly at the corner of my mouth. It would be so easy.
Though they gave
no outward sign of noticing me, their hearts quickened as I walked into the
open, the palpitations pulsing through their clothes. Then they all turned and
the biggest of the group, a brute of a man with a face like a bulldog and a
spider web tattoo etched across his shaved pate, stepped forward. “Hey man!”
Spinning round,
I did my best to look surprised as he pushed himself forward and walked towards
me. The others fell into step, spreading to his left and right. “H-hi, can I
help you?” I said, my voice shaky.
“Yhea,” Spider
Web’s stride quickened, moving in for the kill. “Gotta light?” His hand was in
his jean’s pocket. No doubt a ploy to make me think he was reaching for his
cigarettes. Idiot. He had something there. Its outline was clearly defined
against the denim, but it was too long and thin to be anything like a carton of
smokes. A flick knife probably. Knife crimes had been on the rise over the last
couple of years. Easier to conceal than a firearm, with a considerably lower
criminal sentence for carrying one if caught.
They were out of
the alley and encircling me, closing in. I pivoted right then left, making a
show of trying to watch them all at once, of being afraid to have my back to
even one of them. “E-excuse me?”
Just a few steps
closer.
About the Author:
A self-confessed tiger fanatic, L.M. Mountford was born and raised in England, first in the town of Bridgwater, Somerset, before later moving to the city of Gloucester where he currently resides. A fully qualified and experienced scuba diver, he has travelled across Europe and Africa diving wrecks and seeing the wonders of the world.
He started writing when he was 14. Under the pseudonym Dark Inferno, he has written more than thirty fan fiction stories. When he was 21, he started publishing independently through KDP and Smashwords, continuing Erotica, before switching to dark and contemporary romance.
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