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My Blood Runs Blue
My Blood Runs Blue Book 1
by Stacy Eaton
Genre: Paranormal Romance

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“I’m still a cop, and my blood runs blue.”

Officer Kristin Greene has always felt that something was missing from her life. Although her job with the Fawn Hollow Township Police Department keeps her busy, she still feels like there is something else out there for her. She soon finds herself investigating a homicide where a young woman has had her throat ripped out. As she begins to dig for the answers, she finds herself thrown into a world she didn’t know ever existed. When the two strong and silent men walk into her life, she finds herself being pulled into a love triangle that has been going on longer than she has been alive. Who are they and why do they keep calling her Calista? Join Kristin as she fights to learn the truth about the recent murder, the two seductive men who have entered into her life and the real truth about herself.

My Blood Runs Blue Series is an adult Paranormal Action/Romance Series and is intended for mature audiences.

 

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Mr. Taylor’s nostrils flared and his mouth slacked open slightly as he looked into my eyes.  “Dead, she’s dead?”

I stared at him, damn, did I forget to wipe the sign off my face that says, ‘hey man, sorry, but your daughter’s dead.’  How’d he know that?  Had someone from the scene called him already?

I turned back to Mrs. Taylor and found her staring at her husband eyes wide, mouth open as if she would speak.

Wait, this was not going how it should.  I cleared my head and looked back at them, Mr. Taylor had moved over to stand beside his wife and they were both looking at me now, waiting.

“Mr. & Mrs. Taylor, I am very sorry to say that your daughter Dawn is dead.” I HATED saying that sentence, but it was a sentence that was drilled into you from the moment you entered the academy.  You do not say, I’m sorry your daughter was in an accident, or your daughter did not make it.  Not in the first sentence. You can elaborate later, but that first sentence, has to be the one that they remember for the rest of their life.  The one that tells them, this is not a sick joke, and they are not just going to wake up tomorrow and find her asleep in her bed.  That sentence had to say it was real and it was final.

They both stared back me. I saw Mrs. Taylor’s lips move, and I could have sworn I heard her say, “he found us”, but I thought it was more in my imagination until I looked into Mr. Taylor’s steel grey eyes and saw them widen and look at me quickly to see if I had heard what she said.  I managed to keep my face perfectly clear and thought I would mull over that statement later.

The Pulse of Blue Blood
My Blood Runs Blue Book 2

The Pulse of Blue Blood is a short story that should be read AFTER My Blood Runs Blue. This story of 17K words is the back story to Kristin & Calista. Reading this story before reading My Blood Runs Blue will spoil many plot points.

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I was done with my shower and drying myself off when I felt his presence as he entered the bathroom. He came up behind me, splaying his hands over my bare stomach and the flames ignited again. “I

thought you were going to wait for me.”

The mirror was too foggy to see his image, and I was glad he couldn’t read my face. My mind was still closed to him, so he had no idea that I was a little upset with him.

His hands wandered over my body, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples and any thought of anger for him fled. When Julian put his hands on me, I could think of nothing else but him.

Julian whipped his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor before his hands were back on me. He had me pinned between his heated body and the cold stone of the vanity. I shivered at the contrast in temperatures, and arched back against him, bringing my ass in direct contact with his bulging erection.

Julian pushed my shoulders down, bending me over as he went to his knees behind me. His hands pushed my thighs apart and his tongue licked over my sensitive tissue. He probed me with his tongue, wrapping

a hand around my leg to reach around to the front and rub against the bundle of nerves that was now begging for his attention.

“Jules,” I cried out as he put me quickly over the edge. My body shook from the orgasm as he kissed and nipped at my ass, sliding his hands up and down my thighs.

“Turn around,” he said huskily, and it took a moment before my body would comply. Once turned, he lifted me to sit on the counter and went back to his knees.

My head fell back and bounced off the mirror as he licked down my center. He inserted two fingers into me, slowly pulling them out and then pushing them back in. His tongue licked along the crease of my

thigh and knew what was coming. It took him only another second before he latched his sharp teeth into the vein there and pulled my  blood into his body. He continued his in and out movement, using his

thumb to press on my clit and I shattered a second time.

When I came down from that one, Julian was breathing hard as he pulled his teeth out and licked the punctures to close them. He stared into my face, his amazing blue eyes sparkling with ferocious intent.

“Turn back around.”

I couldn’t move my body, so Julian lifted me quickly and put me back over the counter. My legs shook as he pushed me down with one hand and I heard him wrestling with his pants. A moment later, Julian

slammed into me from behind and I gasped as he filled me.

These were the times when Julian and I connected the most. Not just our bodies moving together, but our minds connecting, our hearts and souls colliding into one being. Julian pounded against me and I put

my hands on the mirror so I could push back against him, taking everything he gave me. A few moments later, Julian pulled me up so I was standing and he immediately dug his teeth into my neck.

I felt his desire fill me along with his love. I knew he loved me more than anything else in the world, except our daughter. There was never any doubt when he took my vein. As he pulled the blood from my body, we both went over the edge again.

I knew that there was another reason that Julian was feeding more from me during regular sex than just pleasure. He was traveling again, and before he traveled, he took more blood from me than any other

time. It helped him keep his strength up, and made us both feel closer to the other one while he was gone.

After he pulled his fangs out of my neck, he whispered, “I love you more than life, Calista.”

“I love you, too” I replied softly. And I did love him. I did.Blue Blood For Life
My Blood Runs Blue Book 3

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Book 2 – in the Series “My Blood Runs Blue”

“You belong to me… for life…”

After a month off, Kristin comes back to work happier then she’s been in a long time. Her new status in life has her solving crimes faster and better than she ever could before.

When Alex goes missing, Kristin finds she finally has to reveal the secrets of her life to her friends. Will they be able to stand beside her after they learn all that she has hidden from them?

Julian and Gabe stand beside her faithfully as they try to locate Alex. They are surprised to find Trent already in Fawn Hollow, but know that Trent may be the only one to do what Alex has asked them to do. As one more choice is taken away from Kristin, she attempts to make the best of it, but finds herself drawn to Trent in a way Julian and Alexander could never compare to.

Trent goes to work with Kristin to keep her safe but will he be able to handle all that her police world entails? Can he handle the side of her that she reveals, the one that Alex and Julian know nothing about? When Kristin and Trent uncover the connection between her job and the kidnapping, they are finally able to put the pieces together, but can they get to Alex fast enough? Will Kristin be able to handle rescuing Alex and all that she learns in the process?

Join Kristin, Julian, Trent and Alexander as they dive into a new mystery that will have you turning the pages quickly to find out who is responsible and how Kristin’s life is forever changed once again.

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What are you doing there, man?” I spoke out loud to myself as I looked out the window of my patrol car.

Someone was slipping between the houses across the street from where I was parked. It was a quiet night in the township, and I was looking for a car or two to pull over, but this looked as if it was going

to be more fun. The guy was about five hundred feet away and hidden in the deep shadows of the moonless night, but I could still see him.  Not every perfect detail, but I could make out enough of him to know that he was probably doing something that he shouldn’t be doing. My keen eyes could take in things that a mere mortal person could not. Most mortals probably wouldn’t have even noticed the guy from this far away.

I pushed the button to lower my window, reaching out with my sense of hearing to listen and see if there were any other telltale signs of the man being up to no good. A muffled cracking of glass told me,

why yes, he was indeed doing something that he shouldn’t be. I grinned and quietly opened my car door, glancing around to make sure no one was in the vicinity. I slipped into the darkness of a nearby

tree, still listening and keeping an eye across the street. The windows  of the house were dark, and there were no cars parked in the driveway.

The quiet tinkling of glass falling to the ground reached my ears and I scanned the area again before darting across the roadway. I could not only hear and see better than mortals, I could move faster

and quieter, too. I made it across the street within a second and slid up against the side of the house, stopping again to listen. The sound of someone grunting and huffing made me pause. I heard the sound of things scraping and realized he was probably trying to hoist himself up through a window.

I was about to peer around the corner to see if I could stop him before he got inside, but an emotional barrage slammed into me. It invaded all of my senses and almost made me gasp out loud. Damn it,

Alex! Not now! I thought. I sent back an irritated feeling to let him know I was not happy with the interruption at this exact moment. Alexander was my mate. Well, he was supposed to be. While we

had completed the first part of our mating, we had not completed the second—the step that would make me a full-fledged vampire. It was also the part I was avoiding. I wasn’t ready for it yet. As quickly as I

had sent off an irritated response, Alex returned an even more irritated one right back, almost demanding that I respond to him. It was a mental ping-pong match that frustrated me to no end sometimes. I shook my head and yanked up the walls around my mind, shutting him out completely. The ability to put up those walls was something that I learned to do very quickly. If I hadn’t, my mind would have been an open book to any vampire who wanted to listen in. It would also have been wide open to Alex’s demands.

And I don’t do demands.

I turned my attention back to the stranger. By this time, he had managed to climb into the house, and I could hear him moving around the room just beyond the window. I started to round the corner and got a whiff of the coppery sweetness of fresh blood. My instincts kicked in, and my front canine teeth started to tingle with anticipation. I spun back around the corner, taking a second to get my feelings under control and keep them in place. As long as I focused carefully, I could keep myself in check. I rounded the corner and moved to the window. On the edge of the windowsill was a small amount of fresh blood. The guy must have cut himself when he climbed through. I tried to keep the tempting metallic scent out of my nose, but it was hard. I needed to rein in the natural feeling that came with smelling warm blood, an intense feeling of hunger that comes as the sweet, coppery scent passes through our sensitive noses.

Once back firmly in control, I took a peek inside. The man had turned on a small flashlight and was digging in a drawer. The small beam of light was not strong enough to be seen outside the window

by any human. He pulled open a jewelry box that sat on the dresser and I heard his quiet, “Bingo!”

He snatched a pillow off the bed, ripping the pillow out and throwing it to the floor. He started dumping the contents of the jewelry box into the pillowcase.

I quietly pulled my cellphone off my duty belt and moved back around the corner to text my partner, Mick. 325 Newtown—front door—wait.

It took a few seconds before he responded back, ENRT, which meant that he was en route to my location.

I kept an eye on the guy inside the room while I waited for Mick to show up. My eyes kept flitting over to the blood droplet. I needed to make sure I fed when I got off duty. It had been too long. While I

waited for Mick, I sent him another text message. Burg in prog—one subject inside res—advise. This told him he needed to call it out on the radio and tell our dispatcher where we were and what was going on. I couldn’t take the chance of turning on my portable radio and letting  the guy get spooked quite yet. I wanted to wait for my partner to get here.

The guy inside the house was now digging through the closet looking for valuables. I knew in a minute or two he would probably head on to the next room to see what else he could find.

While I waited for Mick, I briefly thought about Alex and how pissed off he was going to be that I shut him out, again. There would be hell to pay later, but I was getting used to that. This was not the

first time I’d shut him out because he was demanding that I do something. I wasn’t sure how long it was going to take before he realized I wouldn’t bend to his demands.

I heard a car’s engine racing down the street; by the deep sound of it, it was a patrol vehicle. I waited until it stopped and I heard the car door open. I could hear the mobile radio in the distance and our

dispatcher acknowledging that we were on scene. It was too low for the burglar to hear it inside the house though.

I waited until I knew that Mick was about into place before I put my plan into action. I pulled my flashlight slowly off the back of my duty belt, stepped up to the window, and shined the light inside. I

didn’t shine the light for my benefit. I did it for his. Like a deer in the headlights of a car, the guy spun around with sheer panic in his eyes and froze. His wits took their time coming back to him and I felt his

adrenaline spike. He stood up from the crouch he was in, and I felt the wheels begin to turn in his head. He looked over his shoulder at the door behind him, then back to me.

“Drop the stuff and come out the window,” I said to him in a very calm, professional police voice.

He looked around again, and did exactly what I figured he would do. He turned to run out the bedroom door. I pretended as if I was going to climb in through the window, and that got him moving

faster. He spun around and took off down the hall. I knew he would either try to run out the front door that would be the furthest from me or hide somewhere in the house. I’d give him a minute to see what

he did.

As I started back around the side of the home, I heard rattling around in the front part of the house, and then the sound of a door opening. I smiled. Bad guys were so predictable. A second later, I

heard Mick say very calmly but forcefully, “Police, put your hands up and get down on the ground.”

“Fuck!” The guy’s voice reached me as I turned to the front side of the house. I watched his wide eyes staring down the barrel of Mick’s Glock. Very slowly, he got down to his knees and put his hands

behind his head.

I stood in front of the guy and leaned down so that I was just inches from his face. “Bingo,” I said quietly to him, and he rolled his eyes.

I laughed as I walked around him and smacked his wrist with one of my steel handcuffs. The ratcheting sound that the cuffs made as they slid into place was an awesome sound. I pulled his arm behind

his back and grabbed the other wrist to pull it down and lock it into place.

Mixing the Blue Blood
My Blood Runs Blue Book 4

Officer Kristin Greene returns along with the rest of the characters you have grown to love. Only this time, it’s not just her life on the line. Now the entire breed’s existence is in danger.

Olivia Newman has been Kristin’s best friend for years and loves the new life that Kristin is living. Her relationship with Gabriel is bittersweet, and she knows that because she is human, a future between them can never really last.

Gabriel Montgomery takes his position in the Vampire Military Force seriously and never expected to have such intense feelings for a human woman. When Olivia is kidnapped, Gabe, Kristin, and the gang realize they have stumbled upon a human trafficking ring. Only this ring isn’t for sex. The leaders of this ring are hell-bent on destroying the breed.

Can they rescue Olivia and save their future before old enemies return and destroy the breed? Find out in Mixing the Blue Blood

 

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Stacy Eaton is a USA Today Bestselling author and began her writing career in October of 2010. Stacy took early retirement from law enforcement after over fifteen years of service in 2016 due to a second serious concusion. Her last three years on the job were in investigations and crime scene investigation. She now writes full-time.

Stacy resides in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, who works in law enforcement, and her teen daughter. Stacy also has a son who is currently serving in the United States Navy. She is also very involved in Domestic Violence Awareness and served on the Board of Directors for her local Domestic Violence Center for three years.

Stacy writes a variety of genre’s, but mostly romance. She enjoys writing real-life stories that people can relate too with real-life problems, emotions, and solutions.

Her favorites: Classic cars, photography, Disney, music, coffee and her favorite sweatshirt that says, “You are dangerously close to getting killed in my next novel.”

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