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In this second installment of the Eternal Eros Trilogy... A Vampire. Alone. Struggles to Validate his Existence. Only the Love of a Woman is Worth the Price of immortality.....A Vampire fights to survive while being hunted by both his own demons and an underground law enforcement agency... His crime - to love without blood, exposing his existence and that of his kind...In the late nineteenth century, Dr. Sigmund Freud prescribed Love Without Blood for his vampire patient Bobby Eyre... because blood is the Vampiric Eros for life, love, sexuality, preservation and the only way to cling to his humanity!More than a hundred years later, Bobby is forced to sire a vampire. His misguided Freudian act - is forbidden by vampiric consciousness and by the demands of self-survival. Yet...Bobby Eyre turned Dr. Lara West.His love for this woman could not override his need for immortality. Seven hundred years served only as an appetizer. Eternity spread before him like a feast of infinite proportions. All-consuming is a Vampire's passion.When Love defines survival...All that remains is... BLOOD BETWEEN LOVERS

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Publié par	Matterhorn Press
Date de parution	26 novembre 2015
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781941508008
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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“For a genuinely fresh and fantastic new take on vampire romance, Raz Steel is your go-to-guy and the one to watch!”
- SUSAN SIZEMORE NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author of the highly acclaimed Vampire PRIMES Series
“This debut is a highly entertaining and unique take on the vampire genre. Steel’s novel is sure to keep you guessing, especially after you think you have it figured out.
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“This is an engaging urban romantic fantasy that starts off with an exciting bite and never looks back as readers will relish entering the reddish Raz realm…”
-Harriet Klausner, #1 Amazon Reviewer
“A unique and fascinating vampire romance… LOVE WITHOUT BLOOD is exciting from the first page with a unique writing style and fascinating build up… I am very curious to see how the next book takes shape.”
-Fresh Fiction
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Copyright 2015 by ©RAZ STEEL
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
This is a work of fiction. All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone, living or dead, bearing the same name or names. All incidents are pure invention from the author’s imagination. All names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Publishing History
Matterhorn Press/eBook edition/October 2015
Matterhorn Press/Paperback edition/November 2015
ISBN-13:978-1-941508-00-8
ISBN-10:1941508006
Published & Released in the United States of America
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CONTENTS
More Books by Raz Steel
Praise for Raz Steel
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Epilogue
About The Author
DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to the readers who offered encouragement after LOVE WITHOUT BLOOD was published with such success. I want you to know how much I appreciate your support.
Thank you, sincerely.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
BLOOD BETWEEN LOVERS spilled out of me in a different way than Love Without Blood. LWB surprised me as the characters seized control of their lives and directed the story. But in this book, perhaps because I understood the characters before I began to write, I realized where the story was going before the pages were filled. I have to thank Lara and Bobby for that.
My heartfelt thanks to Shannon Aviles, my marketing director at MoreThanPublicity who has orchestrated my success in every movement, and special thanks to Shannon’s team: Stephanie Scofield, Victoria Mattera, and Lora Lee for their hard work on my behalf; thanks to editors Neal Hock, Amanda Sumner, and Eliza Dee; Douglas Michael, MD, who continues to offer medical advice, and Mimi Michael for unrelenting research are invaluable and precious for their technical support and more importantly for their friendship.
Special Thanks to the Pineapple Hill Inn Bed and Breakfast for their indulgence of my vampires.
A very special acknowledgement to the greatest gifts I’ve ever been given, my children. Kids, you may not want to read sexy scenes that Dad wrote, but I hope you read this: I’m proud of you both, and I love you very much.

S tarvation drove Dr. Lara West from the comfortable brownstone and flung her into the dank Georgetown night. She shivered. Once she’d been a surgeon who saved lives; now hunger compelled her to think of blood in a different way. Three weeks since the transition—three weeks with no nourishment. She didn’t want to be a predator.
Hunger caused her to salivate. Vampire spasms retched from stomach to throat, then roiled around her brain. Repugnance warred with unfathomable craving.
Peripheral movement captured her attention. A boy on a skateboard. Wheels grated on cement and clicked on cracks, then an unexpected tumble and a scraped knee. Lara sniffed. Her thoughts failed to walk a straight line, drunk on the sudden scent of blood. A stiff breeze captured the early autumn chill and wrapped the aroma around her. Inconceivable instinct—and the voice of an inner demon—urged her to attack this child and sate her thirst.
Lara cringed. But if she didn’t feed, her blood hunger would incite frenzy. Frenzy, Bobby told her often, overwhelmed all other emotions and would introduce Lara’s human persona to the savagery of vampire culture.
Bobby Eyre had turned her because death was the only other option—doomed by another vampire. But Bobby wanted a self-reliant partner. Hell, starvation threatened to end her existence unless she allowed the inner beast to control her consciousness. What if her beast killed? What if she failed to wrest back control, her humanity overwhelmed by a bloodthirsty demon?
A headache tightened its grip. Muscles knotted in her shoulders. Massaging didn’t help. Short bristles on the back of her neck dredged up dark memories. Her brother. The Witness Protection Agency–Vampire Unit. The WPA first buzzed her hair six months ago to disguise her as nurse Meridian Jones, then had manipulated Meridian to hunt vampires as repayment for protection. She’d discovered a vampire—Bobby—also masquerading as a nurse, but instead of revealing his true identity, she’d fallen in love, and love propelled her human soul.
She clutched Bobby’s note. Feed, or lose everything. Only one interpretation.
Lara stalked the boy. She was cloaked in shadows, wrestling with deprivation. Could she . . .? Blood , demanded the inner voice. The wind riffled through her hair. Human Lara teetered on the edge of uncertainty. The only path to survival was unfathomable. The boy remounted the skateboard with one foot and pushed off with the other, escaping into the night. Lara sighed.
The demon remounted her soul and crushed the human will beneath its heel.
Feed, or lose everything.
She chased the child, who was a year or two younger than her brother had been at his unexpected death. Lara had cherished her brother. They had hidden together from basement monsters and rejoiced together in their triumphs as children and young adults. He’d clenched the nape of her neck in the final moments, clinging to an impossible life. Tears welled, and anguish forced her back into this moment. Without sustenance now, her existence was doomed.
Blood dribbled down the boy’s leg.
Lara had struggled with emotional demons for ten years as they’d torn at her soul with guilt-ridden nightmares. Her salvation had finally been in her grasp until the WPA ripped away her life—nightmares extended indefinitely. Worse—this vampire demon raged beyond psychological issues: she had substance, a body, only that body already belonged to Lara, and Bobby assured her vampire demons didn’t share.
Cramps twisted her stomach. She grabbed her abdomen and gritted her teeth. Every nerve receptor pounded and hammered Lara to her knees. Blood defined survival. Drink blood? An innocent lined up in the crosshairs of hunger, and Lara recoiled.
Lara West—physician—refused to hijack the essence of life, but Lara West, consumed by a demon, Lara West—vampire—ached for blood.
Cell phone vibration intruded, and she laughed at the irony. Dr. Surinder Byra texted her to work an extra shift in the Jefferson Memorial Hospital ER. She refused her boss nothing. Dr. Byra hovered on the edge of retirement from chief of emergency medicine, and for three years Lara had strived for the status of heir apparent, the sole survivor in a fierce competition. In her third year of med school, babysitting, parents out of town, Lara had rushed her brother to the neighborhood ER—Jefferson Memorial—for help. Neither gunshot casualty nor knife victim, he presented only a severe headache, so he was ignored in the lobby for hours, then died of spinal meningitis. Lara hugged her arms.
Guilt pierced perception, like a stake sinking into a vampire. Her brother’s death was her fault, her failure. She should have recognized the seriousness of his presentation and insisted on immediate attention. Incessant nightmares fed guilt. Guilt rearranged her life.
Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared. The bouquet of blood guaranteed yet another arrangement: a sanguine soul interlaced hunger into every aspect of being. Her muscles settled into a bizarre relaxed tension, and she pursued the bleeding child. What the hell was she doing? She mopped perspiration from her forehead. Two minds in conflict campaigning for control of consciousness. The wrong mind guided her toward a horrific goal. Wh