Fangs, Fighting, and Fate: Blood Ties Origin

Blood Ties is nearly complete! We’re at 99,000 words and wrapping up the best, most badass battle sequence of my career (so far!).

Fighting is great and all, but I love this story for so much more than the action and adventure. Blood Ties is a story about the ties that bind – for better or for worse. What is loyalty? What makes someone loyal? And how far are they willing to go for it?

Not to mention, I happily introduced another perspective, one that deserves a lot more attention than she got in the first two books. Say hello to Megan Morris: werewolf, underaged driver, and general beast. Blood Ties would not be complete without Megan’s perspective, of which you’re about to get a glimpse. Without further ado, as promised, is a never-before-read bonus scene, from my keyboard to you. Drumroll please…

The woman sprinted towards them, stopping about five feet in front of their terrified trio. She looked them over, fear and panic fresh in her eyes. “Three of them!” she called back to the rest of the group, holding both of her hands out. The silver knife gripped in her palm glistened with blood and she outstretched her fingers, slowly putting the knife back in the sheath on her hip. “It’s alright. He’s gone. You’re safe now.”

Megan’s eyebrows drew together as four other humans came running out of the cabin, crossbows and shotguns in tow. Her mind raced as she tried to piece together what was happening.

Magnus’s whisper was barely audible. “Follow my lead.” Before she had a chance to react, she felt movement from behind her and barely looked in time to see Magnus break away from their huddle. “He’s not dead! You have to-”

One of the men stepped forward, his face spattered with oily crimson blood. “He’s dead. We know what we’re doing.”

Magnus stood for a moment before crashing to his knees in front of the woman. “You’ve saved us!” he sobbed, his hands gripping the dirt in a show of anguish so real that Megan’s own heart nearly wrenched for him.

“Who… who are you?” Megan asked, still keeping her protective stance in front of Todd. After everything he’d done for her, she’d take a hundred bullets for him, no problem.

The man lowered his gun and wiped his hands on his pants. “We’re vampire hunters.”

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Iris Walker