Bloodhounds mate for life.
Merrick Wood is a wild man—literally. For six decades he’s stalked the Rocky Mountains as a bloodhound, fighting a losing battle against the vampires who have taken over most of the American frontier. He’s sure he’s seen it all, until an airship crash leaves him caught behind enemy lines with a concussion and a mate he doesn’t remember taking.Paralee Colton is a wild woman. She enjoys her freedom and makes a good living flying over the Deadlands. Until, that is, bloodsuckers shoot her down and she's forced to deal with an irritatingly attractive man who isn't a man at all.
Trapped together in the wilderness, Merrick and Paralee must fight to find a safe camp before the new moon drags Merrick into three days of sexual madness. But as enticing as Paralee finds the bloodhound, she doesn’t realize the stakes of their courtship game. Getting out of the Deadlands is only half of Merrick’s battle for survival. If he can’t convince Paralee to stay with him, he’ll follow the footsteps of every bloodhound who’s ever lost a mate—straight into the grave.
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My Review:
Exclusively for sale at All Romance Books.com, Merrick’s Destiny begins as two sole survivors of an airship crash emerge from the wreckage. The pilot, Paralee, and one of the passengers, Merrick (a Bloodhound), must hurry and find shelter before ghouls or vampires happen upon them in the Deadlands. Merrick is momentarily stunned, and can’t quite remember how he got there or who the alluring woman by his side is, though he feels a strong pull to her from the start.
The two survivors take cover in a cave for the night and agree to head out towards an old Guild outpost to regroup and get back to city. But there’s a problem – the new moon is almost upon them and there’s no time for Merrick to make it to a brothel. Will Paralee satisfy the Bloodhound’s desires, or will they both fall victim to the hordes of ghouls and vampires chasing them down?
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“Hey, you can snuggle right up to me, but I figured I ought to give you a chance to stop before you touched anything you’d regret.”
She laughed, sleepy but wry. “Better to keep to myself. Safer.”
Maybe he shouldn’t have woken her. “You’re not even curious enough to steal a kiss while I’m all helpless and sleepy here?”
Her breathing hitched. “That’s about ten leagues from fair, especially when you know I couldn’t call your bluff even if I wanted to.”
He didn’t know any such thing. “You don’t like kissing?”
She sat up and twisted to peer down at him. “It’s about more than taking care of me, right? Being mated. You need me.”
Faced with a woman with sex in her eyes and heat in her blood, he did the only thing he could do—he lied through his teeth. “I want you, that’s the damn truth. But I’ll make it through the night even if you don’t climb onto my dick.”
“I didn’t say want.” Paralee leaned over him. Her heavy braid slipped off her shoulder, and the curled ends tickled his neck. “I said need.”
He wanted to tangle that braid around his hand and kiss her until she didn’t have enough air left to poke at him. “Some might call it such, yes.”
“Well, that’s what makes it unfair.” She huffed in exasperation. “I can’t kiss you because I’m not about to start something that every instinct in you will demand we finish. I’m not that cruel.”
She was worried about him, whether she wanted to admit it or not. Maybe feeling a little soft on him, and he was bastard enough to take advantage of it. “That’s where you’re wrong, sweet girl. I don’t need sex. I just need you. Cuddling, kissing… Anything’s better than nothing.”
Her exasperation melted into puzzlement—but also interest. She brushed her thumb over his lower lip and met his gaze, then bent and pressed her mouth to his.
He’d been less aroused at the bottom of a pile of naked women, and it wasn’t even a dirty kiss. It was slow and soft, his hissing cat melting into a warm armful of purring woman.
She wasn’t the only one purring. The damned beast inside him might as well have bared its belly in submission, all of its usual violence and impatience leashed in favor of enjoying the sweet, nervous taste of her.
Her lips parted as she tilted her head, continuing her exploration. She flicked her tongue over his, a quick gesture followed by a slow, sinuous return, and Merrick’s control snapped. He tried to sink his fingers into her dark hair and snarled when the braid foiled him.
In a heartbeat he switched their positions, rolling her to her back with his hand protecting her head from the hard stone. He slanted his mouth over hers and licked at her lips, savored her taste before driving deeper.
Rating: (only because it was too short and I wanted more!)
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