New Release from Deborah Garland!

Drawing Bloodlines

Never force a vampire to mate…

Series: The Princeton Allegiant Series Book #1

By: Deborah Garland

Release Date: April 3, 2019

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Fiction

Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing

Sink your teeth into this new vampire series from Golden Leaf Finalist Deborah Garland.

NEVER FORCE A VAMPIRE TO MATE

Dr. Alexander Manning has drawn too much blood from his beautiful patient. Overwhelmed with thirst for her, he drinks it immediately. But when she catches him and passes out, he must report what happened to his allegiant’s Commander. Or…he can deal with her himself. When he breaks into her house and enters her bedroom to wipe the incident from her mind, he reads her thoughts first. She wants him as much as he wants her.

Elizabeth Lockspier discovers the man she’s so drawn to is a vampire and fears for her safety and the well-being of her daughter. When Alexander tracks her down and assures her she’s in no danger and then kisses her, making her feel like the world has slid off its axis, she has to make a choice. Turn him away. Play it safe. Deny how she feels. Or…take a risk where the reward is night after night of blinding ecstasy.

But Alex’s past catches up to him when the new Philadelphia Commander chooses Alex to be her mate. He must decide...go obediently into the arms of the woman who blackmailed him into years of sex. Or...fight back. With some magical powers he’s been keeping a secret or with a little science experiment a colleague is cooking up in a private research facility.

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Guarding Bloodlines

The Princeton Allegiant Series Book #2

Never steal a vampire’s mate…

Elizabeth:

My skin tingled reading Alexander’s text on Thursday.

Are you available Saturday afternoon?

He must be as desperate as I am to figure out what the hell that kiss was about, the other night. Sooner rather than later. Or, he could want to meet to have a more thorough discussion of my review of his class. Something we technically never got to Wednesday night.

Annie’s father picked her up from school on Friday and drove north to his parents’ house in Connecticut for an anniversary party, which freed up my weekend. In my reply to Alexander, I didn’t mention all those details; just that I would meet him in his office at the university Saturday afternoon. If that turned into dinner, or something else, well he would get a pleasant surprise.

On Friday late afternoon however, I experienced flu symptoms that hit me like a wrecking ball. I barely made it through my last class and felt dizzy as I walked to my car. Thoughts of Alex kissing me flooded into my brain so often, I thought I brought on my own fever and chills. When I got home Friday after school, I placed a cold alcohol-soaked compress on my forehead. It reminded me of Alex’s lips when he kissed me a couple of days ago. In my flu-induced feverish sleep Friday night into Saturday, I dreamed of him touching me and more.

I woke up this morning, and the fever has not broken. I have to cancel my meeting with Alex. I text my situation with an apology and add, that I’ll be at his class next Wednesday.

He texts me back in a flash and his reply makes my jaw drop.

I’m coming to your house. What’s your address?

Stunned, I type my address into the phone and crawl to the shower. I’m pale and weak, but my hair will be clean.

The several successive knocks on my front door suggest anxiety. As if I see him for the first time, Alexander’s beauty takes my breath away. Before I say hello, he hurries past me.

“What is your temperature, Elizabeth?” he asks and places a shiny leather bag on my coffee table. He actually owns a little black doctor’s bag!

“I don’t know, Annie’s thermometer got lost in the move and she hasn’t been—” I’m silenced by a digital thermometer he pulls out of his bag and wedges into my ear.

“One hundred and two.” He shakes his head. “That’s pretty high. Have you taken anything?”

“No, I figured I would ride it out.”

Alexander sniffs the air and in a tone laced with concern, asks, “Where is your daughter?”

“Annie is with her father this weekend.”

“I have something I could give you.” He rakes over the entire lower floor of my house. “Where would you be more comfortable?”

Before I can think of the impropriety, I say, “My bed.”

His eyebrows inch upward. The kiss we shared created an intimacy between us and neither of us knows what to do with it.

“Show me.” He keeps a cautious distance from me as we climb the stairs.

At the top, I close the door to Annie’s room and when I turn toward my bedroom, Alex and I awkwardly collide.

“Sorry,” he says softly. “After you.”

I’m painfully aware, the presence of my bed might make me forget I have a fever. There’s so much I don’t know about this man, yet here he is. In my bedroom. Good thing I changed the sheets.

Gingerly, I approach the edge of my bed, turn and sit with my hands in my lap. Alexander takes out a number of items from his bag and places them on my dresser.

The empty vial with a long thin tub attached, like he used in the doctor’s office, turns my stomach like it did that day. Next, he removes a wider tube and something that resembles a meat thermometer, only instead of a dial on top, it’s a round glass globe. His fingers touch each instrument several times before he turns around.

Crouching before me, he says, “I want to give you my blood, Elizabeth.”

“You want to give me your blood?” I ask innocently surprised.

I figured he would take a sample of mine to confirm this was the flu or some other common bug buzzing around these days.

“Yes, Elizabeth. Let’s not pretend anymore. I know you know what I am.”

I swallow, fear and panic rise in my throat and make me forget the pounding in my head. “But, that’s not possible,” I whisper.

“There’s nothing for you to be afraid of.” He takes my hand to rest against his chest; hard and cold. No movement beneath his dress shirt.

“Why?”

“Why what?” His attention focuses on a tendril of hair that fell over one of my eyes and his nostrils flare.

“Why should I not be afraid?” I sweep it behind my ear.

“Because I may be a lot of things, but I don’t murder indiscriminately.”

Deborah Garland

Deborah Garland is a versatile author of women's fiction, contemporary and paranormal romances. Her books are about love and the struggles of complicated relationships. The heroines are strong and witty and the heroes fall hard for them.

She lives on the North Shore of Long Island with her husband and two pugs, Zoe and Harley. They like to vacation up and down the East Coast, but her favorite place is on a bar stool on a Friday night with a Grey Goose cosmopolitan, listening to her husband tell her the same stories over and over.