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Savage Thirst
by Liza Street
Corona Pride Book Four
Revenge doesn’t have to taste like blood.

One of the younger vampires in the Corona Mountains, Gracie Jane Moseley has still had over a hundred years to thirst after revenge for her lover’s murder by the local sheriff, Cormac Rhees. When she learns one of his descendants is living right here in Belnedge, Montana, she can’t wait to sink her fangs into him and sate her rage…and her thirst.

Mountain lion shifter Frasier Rhees has been wishing for a mate for years because no woman yet has been able to handle his fierce appetites. But Gracie Jane captivates him, body and soul. Determined to overcome his pride’s loathing of the vampires, Frasier’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep Gracie Jane close, even if it puts him in danger.

Content Warning: Although it is part of a series and best read in order, this shapeshifter novella stands alone and contains liberal usage of naughty language and sexytimes.

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Content/Theme(s): Cowboys, Shifters, Vampires, Suspense, Mountain Lion
Release Date: June 7, 2017
Publisher: Indie

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Excerpt:
Fraze sipped the lemon drop he’d ordered, but it didn’t taste right. He wasn’t ready to drink again so soon after overdoing it last night.

No, it wasn’t the fucking lemon drop, he told himself. It was because he’d touched that amazing creature, Gracie Jane, and he’d wanted her. And then he’d let her go.

How bereft could he feel when he’d turned down a dead girl?

No, he shook his head. She wasn’t dead. She was alive. And despite the fact that she was a vampire, she had a beating heart. It moved more slowly, but it was there. Her lungs still took in air, slowly again, but nonetheless. She was a creature of magic, just like he was, and he’d done the same thing Bella had done to him years ago—he’d rejected her because she was different.

It wasn’t right.

He stood up and nodded at the bartender, shoving his glass away, then walked outside.

Where had she gone? He tried to follow her scent. Roses, dusty ones. Secrets. She had something dark about her scent, something he couldn’t identify. It was sexy, and it was sweet and old.

It shouldn’t turn him on so hard when he knew she was a vampire, but he couldn’t help it.

He followed the scent around the corner of the old farmhouse, and there she stood, her arms wrapped around a woman, her face pressed to the woman’s neck.

Fraze stopped in his tracks. Should he save the woman Gracie Jane held? Should he…intervene? Before he could rush forward, Gracie Jane stepped away from the woman and held her at arm’s length. “Go on, now,” she said. “I’m glad I could listen to you about your ex. He’s a cheating bastard, and you’re gonna find someone better soon.”

Smiling, the woman kissed Gracie Jane’s cheek, nodded at Fraze, and walked past him to go back into the bar.

“What—what was that?” Fraze asked.

“That was me being ‘one of them,’ as you called me,” Gracie said, her voice bitter and her eyes flashing.

“It wasn’t fair of me to say,” Fraze said. “I came to apologize.”

She looked so cute, leaning up against the wall in her little sun dress. It wasn’t like the dark clothes she’d been wearing the night before. This one showed a soft-looking expanse of her chest, with the barest hint of cleavage. And her legs stretched out beneath it. He wanted to touch those, too.

“Well?” she said. “Am I enough of a freak for you? You’re getting a good eyeful, aren’t you?”

“Sorry,” he said. “I just wanted…well, I wanted to apologize. Can I buy you a drink?”

“I don’t think so. I’m not thirsty anymore.”

“You fed on that woman,” Fraze said.

“It’s what vampires do.”

“But you didn’t kidnap her, keep her in a cage for three days.”

She shook her head and gave him a bitter smile. “That was Maslin’s way. Not all of us liked it. We have to follow the king or queen’s orders. I hunt this way, though. And I try to improve the lives of those who give me some of theirs.”

Her heart was beating faster now; he could sense it. She seemed warmer to him, too. He reached out and trailed a finger over her shoulder.

“What are you doing?” she asked, sharply.

“I’m…I’m drawn to you. I don’t know why. And when I ended our dance, I felt wrong.”

She stepped closer to him. “I’m drawn to you, too. And it’s not because I’m thirsty.”

He dipped his head and pressed his mouth against hers. She tasted not of blood, but of sweetness and life and all the dark secrets he wanted to devour. She was a mystery and he wanted to figure her out.
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