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Scanguards Vampires Hardcover Book Bundle (Books 1 - 16)

Scanguards Vampires Hardcover Book Bundle (Books 1 - 16)

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Samson’s Lovely Mortal (Book 1)
Vampire bachelor Samson can’t get it up anymore. Not even his shrink can help him. That changes when the lovely mortal auditor Delilah tumbles into his arms after a seemingly random attack. Suddenly, there’s nothing wrong with his hydraulics – that is, as long as Delilah is the woman in his arms.

Amaury’s Hellion (Book 2)
Vampire Amaury LeSang is cursed to feel everybody’s emotions like a permanent migraine. The only way to alleviate the pain is through sex. When he meets the feisty human woman Nina, a cure for his ailment seems within reach: in her presence all pain vanishes.

Unfortunately, Nina is out to kill him because she believes he’s involved in her brother’s death. And she would succeed if only Amaury’s bad boy charm didn’t play havoc with her hormones and catapult her into his arms and his bed every time she was near him.

As every kiss brings them physically closer, danger is lurking and threatens to destroy the little trust they have in each other.

Gabriel’s Mate (Book 3)
After Maya is turned into a vampire against her will, vampire and Scanguards bodyguard Gabriel is charged with protecting her and finding her attacker.Gabriel has never guarded a body as perfect as Maya’s. Moreover, Maya’s enticing blend of vulnerability and strength is difficult to resist. Yet resist he must. Even as the sexual tension between them rises and the rogue vampire closes in on them, Gabriel refuses to give into his desire. Despite the intimacies they share, Gabriel fears that if he ever reveals himself fully to her, Maya will react like other women have, running from him, and calling him a monster, a freak, a creature not worth her love.

Will Maya prove to be the one female who cherishes all that Gabriel is?

Yvette’s Haven (Book 4)
After being kidnapped by a vampire hunter, vampire bodyguard Yvette’s first instinct is to kill the bastard. But before she gets the chance, she realizes that he was double-crossed by the witch he was working for and now is in as much danger as she is.

To get his brother out of trouble, bounty hunter / vampire slayer Haven has to deliver the young actress Kimberly to a witch. Unfortunately, she’s protected by the very creature he hates most: a vampire.

As Yvette and Haven try to escape their prison and rescue the actress and Haven’s brother, will their natural hatred for each other keep them apart or is the passion that bubbles up between them strong enough for them to dare risk their lives to defeat the witch from harnessing the greatest power of all?

Zane’s Redemption (Book 5)
The last thing vampire bodyguard Zane wants to do is to guard a hybrid, a half-vampire, half-human, whose father wants to keep her a virgin. Known for his violent temper and callous lack of compassion, Zane’s out-of-control rage, born of the cruelty he suffered during the Holocaust, drives him to focus only on revenge. Trying to find the last of his torturers is his only goal in life.

Portia is a young hybrid with a serious dilemma: in a few weeks, her body will be set in its final vampire form. If she is to avoid having to live out her immortal life as a virgin, she must find a lover in that short time–something her father hires Zane to prevent.

The moment Portia and Zane meet, rules begin to bend, and a forbidden attraction bursts into flames hotter than the hell of Zane’s past. But that past threatens to pull them apart unless they can overcome their prejudice, forsake hate for love, and revenge for forgiveness.

Quinn’s Undying Rose (Book 6)
Vampire bodyguard Quinn has lived the last 200 years as a playboy trying in vain to forget the only woman he has ever loved: his human wife Rose, who he believes to be dead.

But Rose is very much alive. Now a vampire herself, she has lived in hiding from Quinn all of these years, having faked her death to hide from him a terrible secret—one she knows would drive him to kill her.

When a powerful and evil vampire threatens to destroy Rose’s—and Quinn’s— only living descendent, she has no choice but to come out of hiding and ask for Quinn’s help. As Quinn struggles with the shock of Rose’s reappearance, and they reunite to battle a common foe, they rekindle the flames of their past. But will the passion that reignites between them be enough to overcome the secret that separates them?

Oliver’s Hunger (Book 7)
Newly turned vampire and Scanguards bodyguard Oliver has trouble controlling his thirst for blood. Every night is a struggle against temptation, but when Asian beauty Ursula literally falls into his arms, he fears he will lose the battle over his inner demons and succumb to bloodlust. Enslaved by vampires for her special blood, Ursula has just escaped her captors. She’s rescued by a handsome stranger, only to realize that he’s a vampire.

Thomas’s Choice (Book 8)
Scanguards vampire and master of mind control Thomas has mentored newbie vampire Eddie for over a year–and been in love with him for just as long. But he believes that his love will never be reciprocated. While patrolling San Francisco for evil vampires, Eddie kisses Thomas as a diversionary tactic and is shaken to the core by his reaction.

Cain’s Identity (Book 9)
Scanguards bodyguard Cain struggles with amnesia; however, the curtain to his past finally begins to lift when a mysterious stranger appears, revealing that Cain was the victim of an assassination attempt. Cain finds out that not only is he a powerful vampire king, he’s also engaged to Faye Duvall, the female vampire who’s been haunting his dreams.

Luther’s Return (Book 10)
After twenty years incarcerated in a vampire prison, Luther is finally free. But before he can close this chapter of his life once and for all, a kidnapping thrusts him back into the world of Scanguards and into a confrontation with the vampires whose mates he very nearly killed two decades earlier. Actress Kimberly “Katie” Fairfax has turned her back on Hollywood and now teaches drama at a college in San Francisco. When Scanguards owner Samson’s daughter disappears during a performance, Katie blames herself for inadvertently putting Isabelle in the path of danger. Realizing that Luther may be the only one who can rescue Samson’s daughter, she forges a tenuous alliance with the inscrutable stranger.

Blake’s Pursuit (Book 11)
Blake Bond, vampire and chief of hybrid security at Scanguards and Lilo Schroeder, a human, are thrown together when their mutual friend Hannah goes missing. As they unravel the mystery of Hannah’s disappearance, they uncover a dangerous plot by rogue vampires that may endanger the lives of all humans.

Fateful Reunion (Novella 11 1/2)
Vampiress Roxanne thought that, by joining Scanguards as a bodyguard and starting a new life, she could put her painful past to rest. However, old wounds are opened when Charles, a witch, surfaces, requesting protection for himself and his companion.

John’s Yearning (Book 12)
Emotionally scarred by the death of his blood-bonded mate and unborn child, vampire and Scanguards bodyguard John Grant avoids women at all costs, desperate to prevent another heartbreak. But when single mother Savannah Rice begs him for help finding her kidnapped daughter Buffy, he can’t help but feel drawn to her and the passion that lies dormant behind her blue eyes.

Mortal Wish (Bonus Novella)
Jake Stone comes to an island with a magical spring to have his only wish in life fulfilled: to be mortal again. As a vampire, he’s tired of the lonely and unfulfilling life he’s been living. Then he meets Claire Culver, a woman whose trip to the island is her last hope. She wishes for a miracle to cure her of a terminal illness. Will her wish be granted, or will this be her last Christmas?

Ryder's Storm (Book 13) (Scanguards Hybrids #1)
When vampire hybrid Ryder Giles is assigned to protect introvert trust fund baby and PhD candidate Scarlet King, whom other bodyguards call difficult and manipulative, he believes he’ll be able to calm the waters. After all, he’s the cool-headed bodyguard Scanguards assigns when all others throw in the towel.

Little does he know that Scarlet is the hot-blooded seductress who gave him a false name the night before during their wild sexual encounter at a nightclub, an encounter that turns out to be life-altering for Ryder.

When secrets and intrigue collide, Scarlet and Ryder have to find the courage to trust each other to avert the coming tragedy, or lose each other before their love has a chance to blossom.

Damian's Conquest (Book 14) (Scanguards Hybrids #2)
As a hybrid vampire who not only works as a bodyguard for Scanguards, but also moonlights at the nightclub Mezzanine, owned by his father and Samson, Damian has his pick of beautiful women. But when journalist Naomi Sutton breaks into the nightclub’s office while investigating allegations of supposed blood rituals at the club, Damian’s blood stirs in a way it has never before. But how can he keep Naomi from digging up his secrets when he wants nothing more than to have her close?

Grayson's Challenge (Book 15) (Scanguards Hybrids #3)
Grayson Woodford, the stubborn heir to the Scanguards empire, resents the fact that his father, Samson, is trying to play matchmaker and set him up with the daughter of an old friend.

Vampire hybrid Monique Montague is just as pissed off with her father, Cain, the vampire king of Louisiana, for trying to trick her into dating Grayson, whom she only remembers as spoiled and arrogant from when they were kids. She refuses to attend the party where she’s supposed to meet Grayson, and instead, picks up a stranger in a bar for a night of wild sex, not realizing that the stranger is no other than Grayson.

After their night of passion, a kidnapping suddenly turns their world upside down and thrusts them back together. Forced to work with each other, they have to set aside their prejudices in order to save their families.

Isabelle's Forbidden Love (Book 16) (Scanguards Hybrids #4)
When brutal murders rattle San Francisco, Scanguards realizes that the evidence points to one of their own, the gruff and fiercely private bouncer and vampire Orlando.

Isabelle, Samson and Delilah’s hybrid daughter, tries to prove Orlando’s innocence. But a revelation about deeds from Orlando’s past shake her trust in him, while he tries to push her away, afraid that the past will repeat itself and once again rob him of everything he loves.

While they search for the guilty party to clear Orlando’s name, it becomes clear that the only way Isabelle and Orlando can solve the grisly murders is by trusting no one but each other. Even if that means opening their hearts and laying bare their primal fears.

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“Let me suck your cock.”

The vamp female tugged at Samson’s pants. She freed his flaccid shaft from the confinement of his jeans and sucked it into her gorgeous mouth. He watched her red lips close tightly around him, working him frantically. Up and down, deep and hard, warm and wet.

She cupped his balls, squeezed them in perfect rhythm, her talent evident. He buried his hands in her hair and thrust his hips back and forth, urging her to increase the friction.


His request was met eagerly, her slurping sounds bouncing off the walls of the dimly lit room.

Samson let his gaze sweep over her scantily clad body: hot curves, great ass, even a pretty face—everything he could wish for in a sexual partner. Eager to give head, and she would undoubtedly swallow too. Something he particularly appreciated. But despite her tantalizing tongue running up and down his cock, despite the hard sucking motion, despite her enthusiasm, no erection was forthcoming. Her patience was wasted on him. Nothing stirred.

Her head bobbed back and forth, her long brown hair brushed against his naked skin, catching in his pubic hair, yet his body didn’t react, as if she were blowing somebody else, and he was merely watching tired old porn.

Samson finally pushed her away, humiliated, frustrated, unsatisfied. If vampires could blush from embarrassment, his face would have been as red as the vamp’s painted lips. Luckily, blushing was reserved for humans.

Hastily, he shoved his useless male equipment back into his pants. Even quicker, he zipped up. In vampire speed, he fled her company.

A week after the embarrassing incident, his friend Amaury made a suggestion.

“Just give it a shot, Samson,” he insisted. “The guy is completely trustworthy. He won’t breathe a syllable to anybody.”

His old friend couldn’t possibly be serious. “A shrink?

You want me to go see a shrink?”

“He’s helped me before. What have you got to lose?”

His dignity. His pride.

“I guess if you vouch for him, I can give it a try.”

And just like that, he’d caved.

“And don’t judge him from the outside.”

The shrink’s place was the bad punch line of an even worse joke.

When Samson first entered the dark basement where the psychiatrist practiced, he wanted to run right back out. But the receptionist had already spotted him. With a saccharin-sweet smile and straightened back, she put her enormous chest on display.

Great, a shrink operating from a dungeon and a Barbie doll as the gatekeeper!

“Mr. Woodford, please come in. Dr. Drake is expecting you,” she said, eyelashes fluttering, head tilting a fraction to draw his gaze to her neck, hinting at the fact that she would welcome his bite. A bite she would grant him during sex. A bite he’d have to deny her, not because she was a vampire, but because she wasn’t his type. Yeah, so not his type.

Once he was inside Drake’s office, he knew it was a mistake. Instead of a couch there was a coffin. One of the wooden side panels had been removed so a live person could lie down in it comfortably, as if reclining on a chaise longue.

The guy had to be a lunatic. No self-respecting modern vamp wanted to be caught dead in a coffin! Vampires in San Francisco were mainstreaming, adapting to the human lifestyle. Coffins were out. Tempur-Pedic mattresses were in.

The lanky man rounded his desk and offered his hand in greeting.

“If you think I’m going to lie down in the coffin, think again,” Samson barked.

“I see we have our work cut out for us.” Unfazed by the rude remark, the doctor pointed to the comfortable-looking armchair.

Reluctantly, Samson sat down.

Dr. Drake let himself fall in the chair opposite. He wasn’t saying a word. No muscle twitched in his face. No limb moved. He wasn’t doing anything—anything other than staring. Uncomfortable under the shrink’s scrutiny, Samson clamped his hands over the armrests of the chair. His shoulders stiffened, his throat tightened, blood pumped feverishly through his veins, making them swell like an overinflated helium balloon about to explode.

“Can we get started? I believe I’m paying you by the hour.” Better grab the vamp by the fangs.

Dr. Drake’s smile was noncommittal, his demeanor unwavering, when he said evenly, “We started the minute you entered, but then, I’m sure you knew that.”
The implied reprimand stung. “Indeed.”

“How long have you experienced these anger issues?”
He hadn’t expected the question. It was like a punch coming from an innocent old lady—unexpected, unprovoked, and out of place. A direct assault on his already battered psyche.

“Anger issues? I don’t have anger issues. I’m here for… The issue is… Uh, my problem has to do with…” God, since when could he not say the word sex without being flustered? He’d never had any problems expressing himself when it came to sex. His vocabulary included many choice four-letter words he generally had no problem employing when the situation demanded it.
“Uh huh.” The doctor nodded as if he knew something Samson didn’t. “You think it’s a sexual problem. Interesting.”

Was the man a mind reader? Samson knew that some vampires had gifts. A photographic memory like his own, sensing emotions or memories like some of his friends. But were those talents widespread or just outliers?

“You read minds?”

Drake shook his head. “No. But your problem isn’t uncommon. It’s pretty easy to figure out. You exhibit signs of extreme anger and frustration.” He cleared his throat and leaned forward in emphasis. “Mr. Woodford, I’m well aware of who you are. You run one of the most successful companies in the vampire world, if not the most successful. You are rich beyond belief—and trust me, this will not influence how much I’ll charge—”
“Of course not,” Samson interrupted. The quack would charge him however much he thought he could milk him for.

“Yet at the same time, you haven’t been seen in society for quite a while, when you should be out there, courting beautiful women. I suppose your breakup with Miss Hampstead—”

“I’m not here to talk about her,” Samson snapped.
Under no circumstances would he utter her name. She had no part in his life, not anymore, and the mere mention of her made his fangs itch for a vicious bite. He cracked his knuckles and wondered if it would sound like this if her neck snapped.

“No, you didn’t come to talk about her. Yet it’s all about her, isn’t it? There can only be one cause for all this. We both know what it is. So, the question is: are you going to trust me to help you?”

Samson decided to stick with denial. It had worked so far. “Help me with what?”

“Getting over the anger.”

“I told you, it’s not an anger issue.”

“Oh, I believe it is. Whatever she did, whatever she said, it angered you so much that it’s putting a block on your sexual drive. As if you wanted to avoid one thing.”

“Which is?”

“To allow yourself to be vulnerable.”

“I’m not vulnerable. Never was. Not since I became a vampire.” Being vulnerable meant being weak.

“Not in the physical sense of the word. We’re all aware of your strength and your power. But I’m talking about your emotions. We all have them. We all struggle with them. Some more than others. Believe me, my calendar is booked solid with our fellow vampires who need help dealing with their emotions.”

Again, the shrink gave him a practiced stare.

No, he couldn’t allow Drake to get this close. Emotions were dangerous. They could destroy a man, strip him bare, expose him.

Samson hauled himself out of the chair. “This won’t work.”

“Ever since we’ve started mainstreaming,” Drake continued, undeterred, and rose from his chair, “my practice has quadrupled. Adapting to the way humans live their lives has taken a toll on many of us. We now have to deal with emotional issues we kept buried for centuries. Literally. You’re not alone. I can help you.”
Samson shook his head. Nobody could help him. “Send me your bill. Goodbye.”

He stormed out.

Well, sex was overrated anyway. He just had to convince himself of it. Some nights he believed his own lies, but only some nights. The truth was, he liked having sex, sweaty, passionate, wild sex. But none of the vampire women could get him excited anymore. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get a hard-on.

He’d never heard of such a thing happening to a vampire. Sexual virility was as much part of being a vampire as the thirst for blood or the fear of the sun. Only humans became impotent. If the news got out, he would lose all respect from his peers. And thus lose his power, his influence, his clout.

And that prospect scared him more than anything, so much so that he’d conceded and gone back to the dungeon, the shrink, and his Barbie doll receptionist.
Samson blinked away the memories of the past nine months.

He strode to the wet bar at the opposite end of his elegant sitting room and poured himself a glass of his favorite blood type. He downed it like a human would a shot of tequila—minus the salt and lime. The thick liquid coated his throat and eased the thirst, dulling his hunger for other pleasures in the process. Good; no other pleasures would be satisfied tonight.

Same as the last two hundred and seventy-six nights.
Not that he was counting.

Unmet need made him wish he could get drunk to forget his troubles, but alcohol had no effect on a vampire’s body. What he’d give for a little numbness right now. But he was as sharp as always—despite the fact that he was turning two hundred and thirty-seven tonight. And as long as he wasn’t staked to death, he would remain exactly as he was now: young, healthy… impotent.
The clangor of the phone tore through the quiet of his home. Samson looked at the clock on the wall. Shortly before nine o’clock. For a brief moment he contemplated not answering, but habit made him reach for the receiver.


“Hey, birthday boy. How is it hanging?”

Bad choice of words.

“Yes, Ricky?”

“I just want to wish you a happy birthday and see what you’re doing tonight.”

Why Ricky had to keep up the pretense, Samson really didn’t know. Wasn’t he aware that he was about as talented at pulling off a deception as a nun was at doing a lap dance?

“When’s everybody coming?” Samson asked, not in the mood for games.

“What do you mean?” An innocent tone wasn’t Ricky’s strong suit either.

“What time are you guys going to surprise me with a birthday party?” After all, they’d done exactly the same the previous year.

“How did you know? Never mind. The guys wanted me to make sure you were there. So don’t leave the house. And if our other surprise arrives before us, keep her there.”

Her? Well, wasn’t that just perfect?

“When will you guys ever learn that I’m not into strippers?”

Never have been, never will be.

Ricky laughed. “Never mind that. This one’s special. She’s not just a stripper. She does extras.”

The last word made Samson’s eyebrows rise, but not his cock.

“I think she’ll do something for you—you know what I mean. She’s good, so give her a chance, will you? It’s for your own good. You can’t continue like this. Holly said—”
“Holly? You fucking told Holly? Are you nuts? She’s the biggest gossip of the underworld! I told you in confidence. How could you?”

Samson felt his fangs descend, an automatic reaction he couldn’t, wouldn’t, didn’t want to stop. Any human seeing the sharp tips of his canines protrude from his mouth would run for his life. But Ricky wasn’t human, nor was he easily scared.

“Careful how you talk about my girlfriend, Samson. She’s not a gossip. And besides, she suggested that stripper. She’s a friend of Holly’s.”

Well, in that case! Perfect! A friend of Holly’s. Sure, this was guaranteed to work! Why hadn’t his friends thought of this earlier?

“Call her off!”

“Sorry, too late. See ya.”

Before Samson could unleash the acid words sitting on his lips, Ricky had already disconnected the call.
The receiver in his hand, Samson felt helpless, powerless, pathetic.

Great! Now that Holly knew about his little problem, soon the entire underworld of San Francisco would know. He’d be the laughing stock of every party, the butt of every vampire joke.

How long would it take her to spread the news—a day, an hour, five minutes? How long until the snickering behind his back started? How long until everybody and their pet bat knew?

Why not take out a one-page ad in the SF Vampire Chronicle himself to save her the trouble?

Samson Woodford, debonair bachelor vampire, can’t get it up!


The air conditioning blasted down on her, keeping her awake. But though Delilah’s eyes hurt, she continued to peruse the rows of transactions for any irregularities.


John Reardon’s voice prompted her to look over her shoulder. They were alone in the spacious open-plan office. John was leaning against the edge of one of the desks, and lifted his coffee cup to his lips. He was tall and decent looking for an accountant. Boring, bland, but not ugly.

“No, thanks; I want to be able to sleep tonight. I’ve had insomnia the last few nights. I’m probably still on New York time.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s not sleeping in your own bed, that’s what does it, right?”

“At least they put me up in a corporate apartment rather than in a hotel. I don’t get disturbed by the housekeeping staff.”

True, she was staying in a comfortable condo, which belonged to the company she’d come to audit, but she’d had a hard time sleeping ever since she’d arrived a few days ago.

Delilah rubbed her eyes then looked at her watch. It was past nine o’clock. “Sorry, John. I’m sure you’re ready to go home.”

“How about yourself? Ready to pack it in for the day?”

When she nodded, a flicker of relief animated John’s eyes. It took him all of two seconds to slip into his jacket and grab his briefcase. She couldn’t blame him. He had a family waiting for him.

She switched off the computer, rose, and snatched her jacket off the back of her chair.

“I need to eat something. Can you point me toward Chinatown? I easily get turned around in the dark.”

“Sure thing,” John said.

Outside, Delilah followed his directions and ducked into the first Chinese restaurant she encountered. The place was virtually empty. The woman at the entrance attempted to show her to a table, but Delilah waved her off.

“Just takeout, please.”

The hostess handed her a menu. Delilah scanned it quickly, trying not to let her fingers linger too long on the sticky plastic cover.

“I’ll have the Mongolian beef with brown rice, please.”
“Brown rice takes ten minutes.”

“That’s okay. I’ll wait.”

Delilah sank onto one of the red plastic chairs near the door. This business trip was her first to San Francisco. She’d been lucky that her reputation as a first-rate forensic accountant had helped her land this juicy assignment, when most of the time she worked only on the East Coast.

Tired, she yawned. She needed a full night’s sleep, yet dreaded going to bed. Her old nightmares had come back upon her arrival in San Francisco.

They were always the same. The old French farmhouse they’d lived in over twenty years ago, when her father had taken a two-year overseas assignment as a visiting professor. The lavender fields surrounding the property. The crib. The silence. And then the faces of her parents. The tears streaming down her mother’s face.

But this time, the dreams had morphed into other, more incomprehensible ones.

The Victorian house looked sinister in the heavy rain. Light came from one of the windows; other than that, it was dark. She ran faster and faster. Toward the house, toward safety. She didn’t dare look behind her. He was still there, still following her. A hand clamped over her shoulder. Then suddenly fists pounded against a heavy wooden door. Hers? Something gave way. She stumbled forward and fell. Into warmth, softness, safety. Home.
“Mongolian beef, brown rice.” The woman’s voice sliced through the recollection of her dream.

Delilah paid her tab and took the food. She stopped dead at the door.


It had started raining—not exactly cats and dogs, more like kittens and puppies. She had left her umbrella in the apartment. Just like her trench coat. She had no choice but to brave it. She couldn’t be far from the apartment.
Staying close to the buildings, Delilah started running along the steep sidewalk then made a turn into the next street, and another one a block farther. She looked around, but the rain was getting stronger—kittens were quickly turning into cats, and puppies into dogs. She couldn’t recognize anything. Had she taken a wrong turn?

Her clothes were already soaked. Where the hell was she?

She turned another corner and found herself on a small side street. It didn’t look familiar at all, but that wasn’t her biggest problem; neither was the relentless rain.
The problem was the guy coming toward her.

Even though she couldn’t make him out well, she would bet her retirement fund that he wasn’t there to lend her an umbrella.

His imposing frame was silhouetted against the hazy light of a street lamp behind him. He moved toward her, and all of a sudden a faint beam coming from a window illuminated one side of his face. His look chilled her more than the cold rain. A scar puckered his skin. It didn’t inspire confidence.

Delilah spun around to where she’d come from. Before she was able to take two steps, a hand clamped over her shoulder, jerking her back. The sudden jolt sent her heartbeat into the stratosphere. She slipped on the wet sidewalk, her legs folding like a poker player with a bad hand. She fought for balance and dropped her food in an attempt to brace her fall.

The guy’s hand dug deeper into her shoulder. She screamed, tried to shake him off, but slipped and crashed onto the sidewalk instead. She yanked her head around, saw him bending toward her. For the first time she could see his entire face clearly, clear enough to make an identification if she ever got the chance. He was white and in his forties. Violence, and the intention to unleash it on her, turned his face into an ugly mask.
Delilah couldn’t allow him to drag her into some dark hole. Number one in survival training was never to let the attacker move the victim to a secondary location. She had to fight him off here, where she had a chance of getting the attention of a passerby.

Yeah, fat chance!

In this rain, the streets were deserted.

He hauled her up, seizing her by the collar of her jacket now, having released the painful grip on her shoulder. Quickly, with her back to him, she tucked her arms backward and slipped out of the jacket, leaving him holding on to it. Now she had a fighting chance.
He was startled, and she used the couple of seconds’ head start wisely. A sprinter in college, she might make it, even though the slippery ground didn’t help—neither did her high heels.

Vanity would kill her one of these days.

She raced into the next street. He was close behind her. And fast, faster than she’d expected him to be. Her breath quickened. Her lungs demanded more oxygen.
Scouting the area ahead of her, she made a split-second decision and sprinted into the street to her right. A desperate glance over her shoulder confirmed that the thug was still chasing her.

Scanning the street, she spotted several Victorian residences on the other side. All of them were dark, except for one. It seemed oddly familiar. Light shone through the windows in the front room.

This was her chance, maybe her only one.

She barreled toward the old Victorian, charged up the few steps, and hammered at the door.

“Help! Help me!”

Frantically, she looked behind her while her fists continued pounding into the door. Her pursuer was less than half a block away and closing in. If he reached her, he would unleash his fury on her, and there was nowhere else to run.

About the Scanguards Vampires series

The Scanguards Vampires series is full of fast-paced action, scorching love scenes, witty dialogue, and strong heroes and heroines.

Vampire Samson Woodford lives in San Francisco and owns a security/bodyguard company, Scanguards, which employs both vampires and humans. And eventually some witches. Throw in a few immortal guardians and demons later in the series, and you'll get the drift!

Each book can be read as a standalone and always centers around a new couple finding love, but the series is more enjoyable when read in order. And of course, there are always a few running jokes - you'll understand when you meet Wesley, a wannabe witch. Enjoy!

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