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Book Two in the Blood Knight series. Published by Spice Rack Press.
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A werebear at wit's end? A necromancer in dire need? A bone scepter the vampires will kill for? Send in the blood knight to sort this mess out!
J.B. Clarke and the lovely ladies of Broken Fang have won their first victory against the vampires who secretly rule the world. But their fight is far from over. To defeat the vampires once and for all, they’ll need to rally powerful allies to their cause. But before they can do that, they need to make a name for themselves amongst the hidden underworld of monsters, mages, and vampire slayers.
Clarke makes a deal with the Coven of the Ashen Flower: his services as a blood knight in exchange for a steady stream of work. The coven agrees and assigns him to Ixia Grey, a young witch and aspiring esports player. Ixia proves to be a deft hand at lining up jobs for Broken Fang, and Clarke soon finds himself up to his elbows in monsters to slay—
—and fat paychecks to earn.
But all is not well in the city of Chester Creek. The vampires have unleashed a terrifying new monster, one more powerful and deadly than anything Clarke has ever faced. A ghostly killer now roams the shadows, an embodiment of fear and death that shreds its victims’ minds as it drains their bodies.
But Clarke is a blood knight, heir to the greatest line of vampire slayers who ever walked the Earth, and he will face the coming darkness no matter what form it takes.
WARNING: Blood Knight: Scepter of Bone is a fun urban fantasy adventure with a healthy side of heat: ravishing succubi, submissive werewolves, cosplaying slime girls, flirtatious witches, and saucy language to match. (So don’t read it and then complain about the spice. Y’all know exactly what you’re getting into.)
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CHAPTER ONE
It took less than an hour for the aroma of Emma’s cooking to spur Clarke out of bed. He grabbed a quick shower and shave, then dressed and joined her by the apartment’s kitchen countertop.
Evidently, Emma hadn’t bothered to dress in anything besides her glasses and an apron, which said “Kiss the Cook” on the front. She kept her wings folded while her tail swung back and forth like a happy pendulum.
“Good morning, Sexy!” She greeted him with a big smile. “Breakfast is almost done.”
“Smells great. What’s on the menu?”
“Omelets with feta cheese, spinach, and oven-roasted tomatoes. Want anything to drink besides coffee?”
“No, thanks. Coffee’s good.” He grabbed a stool by the counter, sat down, and took a sip from the steaming mug. His eyes lit up after the first invigorating swallow. “Oh, wow. Is there something different with today’s brew? It’s going down smooth.”
“Glad you noticed!” She waved her spatula toward the open bag of coffee grounds. “I’m trying out a local company’s roast. This one’s called Quigley’s Dark Delight. It’s been getting rave reviews.”
“I can see why.”
He drained his first cup and refilled it at the coffee maker before she served their omelets alongside a plate of buttered toast.
“It’s a shame you and I are so busy this week,” she said, joining him on a stool at the counter. “We could have used today as an excuse to celebrate.”
“Celebrate? What’s the occasion?”
“You mean you don’t know?” She flashed a coy half-smile.
He shook his head.
“Why, today’s the three-month anniversary!”
He froze with a forkful of egg halfway to his mouth, a sense of trepidation falling over him. Emma watched him expectantly.
“Wait, don’t tell me.” He lowered the fork, wracking his memories. The past few months had easily been the densest in his twenty-year life. “It’s been about a month since we defeated Heinrich.”
“Just about.”
“So that means …”
“Yes?”
“That means it’s been three months since you freed me from the hex.”
“Close, but not quite. You’re off by two days.”
“Two days?” He snapped his fingers. “Of course! That’s when we started dating!”
“There you go!” She clasped her hands together.
“Sorry. I didn’t realize it had been that long. The last few months have just flown by.”
“Tell me about it.” Emma chuckled and dug into her omelet.
“Did you have something in mind?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Her eyes glinted playfully. “I’m sure I can come up with an activity we both enjoy.”
“Emma, we do that all the time anyway.”
“Nothing wrong with doing it more.”
“Is it even possible for you to grow tired of sex?”
“Don’t know.” She draped an arm around him and whispered huskily into his ear. “Let’s find out.”
“What have I gotten myself into?”
“Let’s see here.” She sat back. “A sexually overcharged harem with a succubus, a werewolf, and a slime girl?”
“Yes, that would be it.” He laughed and shook his head. “That’s a lot of dates to keep track of.”
“I can program all the important ones into your phone if you like.”
“It’s not that. Have I ever mentioned that I feel like I need a manual for dating demihumans?”
“Maybe once or twice.”
“It would really help. I want to treat all of you right, but I still feel like I’m stumbling around in the dark. Rewind three months, and I didn’t have a clue about demihumans or magic or the vampires who secretly rule the world. I’m still new to all of this, whereas you and Brooke have lived your entire lives with that knowledge. Even Sammy has me beat by years.”
“You haven’t let us down yet.”
“And I intend to keep it that way. For all our sakes. Let’s not forget that one of you is strong enough to snap people in half.”
“Brooke would never hurt you.” Emma paused with a slight frown. “On purpose, anyway.”
“I know. I just …” He shrugged. “I’m not sure what I’m saying. I guess it boils down to me knowing we have something special. I don’t want to screw that up.”
“I’m confident you won’t. You know why?”
“Why?”
“Because you worry about it. You’re keeping an eye on yourself, probably asking yourself questions like ‘Am I being the partner I need to be?’ ‘Is there more I should be doing?’ Stuff like that, right?”
“More or less.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because”—she leaned in with a sly smile—“I ask myself those same questions when I think of you.”