Evie Williams lives a boring life – and she likes it that way. Her world is very black and white. Routine is good. Excitement is bad. She’s happy to play by her self-imposed rules. After all, they help her keep her abusive, stalker ex-boyfriend at bay. Or so she believes…
But there’s more to the world than Evie could possibly imagine. Elves, vampires, witches and pro-Humanity terrorists are very real – and she can sense the danger they pose to her and others. Worst of all, they just realized how precious Evie’s gift is.
As the world Evie never imagined possible closes in on her, Chris, the vampire in charge of studying Evie, is getting more and more interested in her… and it has nothing to do with his loyalty to his vampire father.
Blood Red: The Complete First Season is a story of unlikely heroes, damsels who refuse to be in distress and political conflicts solved by fights to the death.
Evie Williams lives a boring life – and she likes it that way. Her world is very black and white. Routine is good. Excitement is bad. She’s happy to play by her self-imposed rules. After all, they help her keep her abusive, stalker ex-boyfriend at bay. Or so she believes…
But there’s more to the world than Evie could possibly imagine. Elves, vampires, witches and pro-Humanity terrorists are very real – and she can sense the danger they pose to her and others. Worst of all, they just realized how precious Evie’s gift is.
As the world Evie never imagined possible closes in on her, Chris, the vampire in charge of studying Evie, is getting more and more interested in her… and it has nothing to do with his loyalty to his vampire father.
Blood Red: The Complete First Season is a story of unlikely heroes, damsels who refuse to be in distress and political conflicts solved by fights to the death.
Chris frowned. Evie
had just run outside. She looked around, spinning on her heels slowly several
times. Then, she froze.
She was just standing
there, in the middle of the street. Her eyes drifted to the café. Their eyes
were locked.
Chris's eyes drifted
down the street. The old pickup truck was rushing to Evie, skittering on the
icy street. It looked like the driver had lost control. Evie looked terrified,
her eyes wide and her face pale. Her shoulders shrank, bracing for impact. It
only made her look small and fragile.
For a moment, Chris
saw what would happen next. The car would hit her head on, the impact sending
her flying several feet away. Her body would hit the cold pavement. Her blood
would fall around her, painting the snow in shades of red and pink. The fire
that burned in her eyes would disappear and her smell would fade into nothing.
At that idea, Chris felt something inside him snap.
He couldn't let that
happen.
Chris frowned. Evie
had just run outside. She looked around, spinning on her heels slowly several
times. Then, she froze.
She was just standing
there, in the middle of the street. Her eyes drifted to the café. Their eyes
were locked.
Chris's eyes drifted
down the street. The old pickup truck was rushing to Evie, skittering on the
icy street. It looked like the driver had lost control. Evie looked terrified,
her eyes wide and her face pale. Her shoulders shrank, bracing for impact. It
only made her look small and fragile.
For a moment, Chris
saw what would happen next. The car would hit her head on, the impact sending
her flying several feet away. Her body would hit the cold pavement. Her blood
would fall around her, painting the snow in shades of red and pink. The fire
that burned in her eyes would disappear and her smell would fade into nothing.
At that idea, Chris felt something inside him snap.
He couldn't let that
happen.
Vivian Wolkoff has always been in love with words – even before she could read them. So, it should be no surprise she turned to writing and reading very early in life. She first self-published a poetry book at the age of 13, followed by two honorary mentions in contests promoted by a small publishing house in her native Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Then, she decided to do some living and find out what else she loved. After college and moving cross-continent twice, Vivian decided to turn to self-publishing again. She is the author of Showmance, the first book in a trilogy about a fake celebrity couple and their crazy fans, and the psychological thriller Love You To Death. Blood Red is the first novel in her Preternatural Chronicles – a shared universe filled with unlikely heroes, damsels who refuse to be in distress, intrigue and epic adventures.
Vivian Wolkoff has always been in love with words – even before she could read them. So, it should be no surprise she turned to writing and reading very early in life. She first self-published a poetry book at the age of 13, followed by two honorary mentions in contests promoted by a small publishing house in her native Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Then, she decided to do some living and find out what else she loved. After college and moving cross-continent twice, Vivian decided to turn to self-publishing again. She is the author of Showmance, the first book in a trilogy about a fake celebrity couple and their crazy fans, and the psychological thriller Love You To Death. Blood Red is the first novel in her Preternatural Chronicles – a shared universe filled with unlikely heroes, damsels who refuse to be in distress, intrigue and epic adventures.
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