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Bloodthirsty Bastard is an authorized spinoff of Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward's book, CockyBastard. But not only does BB continue Aubrey and Chance's story, but it also delves into a world where vampires exist.
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Bloodthirsty Bastard
copyright TL Christianson 2019
After driving cross country, here I stood, inside a gated estate meeting someone named Mr. Dumont when the rumble of a motorcycle drew near. Turning, I watched as a leather-clad figure pulled his bike right up near the door.
Muscular thighs astride the machine, the man pulled off his dark helmet and unzipped his simple black leather jacket.
“Hey,” I yelled out. “You can’t park there.”
“Oh yeah?” The corner of his mouth quirked up as his dark eyes examined me. The bastard ran his hands through his expensively cut hair.
“Yeah,” I told him, folding my arms across my chest and sucking in a deep breath.
Setting down his helmet and backpack, the stranger held his hand out to me. “I’m afraid we haven’t met, you are?”
“I’m Caroline Bindley, Mr. Dumont’s office manager,” I told him as I neared him. But after my second step, the heel of my shoe wedged between two pavers. I glanced down and tried to pry it free, but my heel remained stuck.
I pulled some more, shaking my foot, rocking my foot.
The man’s chest began to shake until he was doubled over in laughter.
When he controlled himself enough to wipe the tears from his eyes, he began approaching me.
However, my mood was not quite so jovial. I bent at the waist, my pencil skirt hugging my legs as I attempted to undo the thin clasp at my ankle.
However, I was so flustered and the narrow strap so tight that I struggled.
“I apologize wholeheartedly,” the bastard said, a slight accent coloring his words.
Standing, I huffed and jerked on the foot again.
It didn’t budge.
“Here, allow me to assist you.” As he knelt, the breeze shifted, and his scent washed over me. It was like the ocean mixed with soap or clean laundry and the wind. I knew it wasn’t a cologne but the smell of him.
I pursed my lips and thought that if someone could bottle that scent as a cologne, they’d make a fortune.
The stranger’s warm hands wrapped my foot, sending a jolt of electricity through my body that pooled deep in my belly.
With a small tug, my shoe was free, if a bit scuffed. As his touch left my skin, I was surprised at my reaction to the loss of his fingers.
“Thank you, now if you’ll excuse me, I have an appointment.” My breath came out a bit shaky as the bastard stood before me with a cocky grin. I wanted to slap that expression off his chiseled face.
This man knew what he’d done to me! The bastard.
Cocking his head to the side, he held his hand out again. “I’m Ethan.”
I raised one eyebrow at him disdainfully as I strode toward the building.
Only the blasted man’s long strides beat me and he pulled open the large glass door.
“After you,” he said, ushering me through.
“What about your bike? Aren’t you going to move it?” I frowned.
“It’ll be all right.” He suppressed a smirk.
Gah! I wanted to either punch the man or kiss him, or maybe do both at the same time.
When Ethan disappeared once we’d entered, worry gnawed at me. He must be an employee. Did he have permission to park there? Should I apologize for telling him not to park next to the building? But to park on the walkway, with no shame? No. I wouldn’t apologize.
The entryway looked out over an orchard, the sun rising into the sky, creating shadows through the rows of trees.
“You must be Caroline Blakely? I’m Mel, Ethan’s assistant. I’ll let him know you’re here.” She told me, before tapping out something on her keyboard.
I spoke around a lump forming in my throat. “I thought I had an appointment with Mr. Dumont?”
The dark-haired olive-skinned woman nodded. “Yeah, Ethan Dumont. You just walked in with him.”
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