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Darby and Devon head to Ireland to set up house and get ready for their impending nuptials when Darby is asked to help cure the Summer Queen of the Everworld or the delicate balance of power between the Seelie and Unseelie courts will topple throwing the planet into a deadly ice age. While at home, things take a turn for the worse when there's a tragic airplane crash, the Larsen vampires start dropping like flies, Bernard goes missing, and all the bad deeds dealt seem to point towards one person - the Dark Angel.
What's so important about the altar room? Why are people dying in the name of this prophecy? Will the Larsen's survive these new tragedies? These questions and other deep seated secrets will be revealed in this final installment of the Blood Series.
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The rest of the group had started to stir when Bernard poked his head into the dining room and asked Josh to join him. Josh got up and headed for the door, holding onto Melanie’s hand and pulling her behind him.
“What’s up, Bernard?”
“Well, I called Dr. Rowe here to check on your hand. I felt with such a bad cut, he should take a look at it,” Bernard said.
“You shouldn’t have, Bernard. It doesn’t hurt a bit,” Josh said.
“You should have it looked at, Josh. It looked like it was bleeding pretty badly before you took a shower,” Melanie urged.
“Fine. But I’m telling you it’s fine,” Josh argued.
Bernard walked Josh and Melanie into a room at the other end of the house, where Dr. Rowe was unpacking something from his bag.
“Ah, Mr. Brenner and the lovely Ms. Harper. How are you both?” Dr. Rowe inquired.
Melanie said, “Very well, Dr. Rowe. Thank you for coming.”
“So, Josh. I hear you had a run in with a nasty jar,” Dr. Rowe joked.
“It’s not a big deal,” Josh said.
“Are you kidding? He crushed it and the lid,” Bernard interjected.
“I’m sure the jar just had a flaw in it and I grabbed it at that fragile spot,” Josh argued.
“Well, let’s see how deep it is. I’m sure Bernard cleaned it well. He’s been patching you all up so much lately that he’s practically an MD himself,” Dr. Rowe said with a chuckle.
Josh held out his bandaged hand to the doctor. The bandages were red all the way through. Dr. Rowe carefully unwrapped his hand. “Hmm,” he said, looking at Melanie. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a vampire and healing yourself quite quickly.”
Bernard stepped forward as Melanie and Josh both looked at the unbandaged hand. There were two red lines across his palm, one about an inch across and the other about a quarter inch, but the wounds looked two weeks old and almost completely healed.
Bernard stuttered, “But...but...this morning...”
Dr. Rowe looked from Bernard to Josh then said, “Been biting vampires lately?”
“Uh, no,” Josh said.
“Well...I don’t know what to say, you certainly don’t need my services. It looks fine. No infection. At this rate, by tomorrow you won’t know you had a cut at all. Quite remarkable for a human. The only explanation I can come up with is that you were in contact with a ‘healer,’” Dr. Rowe said.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lynne Tolles can be found most days, juggling one of two cat muses and a laptop, tripping over a Newfoundland puppy and washing a never-ending pile of laundry. When life doesn’t get in the way, she writes paranormal romances for new adults.
Her passion for witches, ghosts, and vampires together with a light-hearted wit are reflected in her loveable characters and the adventures of mystery they unravel to find their happily ever after.
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