Blood Ecstasy (Blood Curse #8)

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Julien Lacusta is a troubled soul, born into tragic circumstances, and raised in a violent time. Despite being a Master Warrior in the house of Jadon, and one of the most elite trackers the Vampyr have ever seen, he is damaged to the core: tormented by endless shadows, haunted by unseen ghosts. And he knows—by all the celestial gods; he knows—that if he ever releases those demons, the beasts that lurk within, there will be hell, fire, and brimstone to pay.

The very earth will suffer.

Rebecca Johnston is fighting hellhounds of her own: a stalker who won’t let her go, an enemy she cannot defeat, a life that is no longer safe…or free. When she ventures into Dark Moon Vale to raise funds for a worthy cause, she has no idea that she is knocking on the door of fate. She has no idea that an ancient Blood Moon and an inescapable dark Curse are about to change her life.

Caught in a web of ever-increasing danger, the machinations of an ancient foe, and a burgeoning house of lies, Julien and Rebecca must summon their courage, face their fears head-on, and fight their way through the chemical allure of BLOOD ECSTASY.

Book Info

  • Original Title:Blood Ecstasy (Blood Curse #8)
  • Author:
  • Rating:8.86 / 10
  • Genre:Romance
  • Language:English
  • ISBN:9781937223205
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  • Publisher:Published May 27th 2016 by Ghost Pines Publishing, LLC (first published May 26th 2016)



Julien Lacusta sank deep into the distressed-leather chair, letting the surrounding darkness envelop him, take him, soothe him.

Become him.

A soft knock sounded on the front door, and he slumped down further in his seat.

Come in.

He pushed the compulsion into Shelly’s mind, knowing the door was unlocked, and then he waited to see her familiar face—would the gentle human servant be happy to see him, grateful to serve him, or scared out of her wits, like she often was these days?

No matter.

He tightened his fist around the crystal decanter, filled with 151-proof alcohol and liquid H, also called “liquid O,” and waited for the untainted, fresh blood that Shelly Winters would provide. The short-lived cocktail would provide a much-needed escape, however temporary; and after all, that’s all life really was: one endless series of short or long moments, always mund...

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