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Scanguards Vampires - Ebooks 1-12 (The first generation)

Scanguards Vampires - Ebooks 1-12 (The first generation)

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This box set contains the first generation of Scanguards Vampires:
Book 1 - Samson's Lovely Mortal
Book 2 – Amaury’s Hellion
Book 3 – Gabriel’s Mate
Book 4 – Yvette’s Haven
Book 5 – Zane’s Redemption
Book 6 – Quinn’s Undying Rose
Book 7 – Oliver’s Hunger
Book 8 – Thomas’s Choice
Book 9 – Cain’s Identity
Book 10 – Luther’s Return
Book 11 – Blake’s Pursuit
Book 11 ½ Fateful Reunion
Book 12 – John’s Yearning
Novella – Mortal Wish

Samson's Lovely Mortal
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
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.

Gabriel’s Mate
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.

Yvette’s Haven
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.

Zane’s Redemption
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.

Quinn’s Undying Rose
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.

Oliver’s Hunger
Newly turned vampire 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.

Thomas’s Choice
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
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
After twenty years incarcerated in a vampire prison, Luther is finally free. 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
Vampire Blake Bond 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
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
Emotionally scarred by the death of his mate and unborn child, vampire John Grant avoids women at all costs. 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
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?
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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.

“Harder.”

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.

“Yes?”

“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!

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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