A full spread of weapons left his ship as he looked beyond the perimeter he’d set up and the pirate ships advancing. A ship came out of hyper space.
Pure joy and relief hit him. She was back!.... Charging in from behind firing laser cannons. It was a Cyborg move. Bane….
They were caught between them now. Cage connected his neuro net. Blast us passed this mess, get us to the main attraction. He couldn’t stop grinning. She’d come back for him….. It wasn’t logical. She’d been free, safe and had come back for him anyway.
He loved that female back…… Love? Is that what this was?....
He’d wanted to sacrifice it all for her and now, here she was doing the same for him. No. It wasn’t logic. It was emotion.
His ship blasted through as his off-worlders finished off the stragglers. Cage gave the order to head right for the nearest pirate ship. The Bridges shared neuro net connection exploded. Folding space opening. His navigator called out.
Shit, now what…… Four ships dropped into normal space between him and the pirates.
The Empire had arrived.
***
It hadn’t taken much after that to take out the pirates and check on what was left of the company’s ships. Marlea was one of the first on board with Cage hot on her heels. She was grateful that most of the ordinary crews that were following orders made it through. Plenty of others hadn’t been so lucky.
Someone had sold them out to the pirates. That was why they were so eager to take her ship. Now they were trying to track down who that was. But the reality was they may never know.
The Empire took all the ships in salvage and compensation barring hers. Cage insisted that that ship should remain hers and the Empire had agreed. The company’s officers were under interrogation to see how much they really knew. Cyborg lie detectors came in handy, they had a lot to answer for. As for the pirates, they’re own computer systems giving so much information on their deeds, it was likely that none of them would be living long after the Courts were through with them.
And they’d been right about a few things. Many of the pirates were ill and malnourished. Food was scarce so were materials. They were desperately looking for a base world.
How that would turn out no one knew.
The moment she could get away, he was with her. He’d been angry that she’d pulled that kind of stunt, telling her all the things that could have gone wrong wearing a tread in her carpet. Demanding that she never do it again and when she couldn’t give him that because she knew herself too well. He’d gone down on his knees and begged her to never put herself in jeopardy again. If not for him then for all those he would kill getting to her.
She’d tried not to laugh. He was very serious, and she knew he meant every word. A wonderful calm came over her. Faced with that, she couldn’t say anything other than she’d try. And she would, but space was unpredictable, and she’d told him so. He’d not liked that much and told her he would request that she be signed on to his ship.
Marlea saw it for what it was and didn’t get annoyed. His emotions were getting the better of him and he was struggling with how to deal with this new dynamic in his life. The doc had told them it would take time to find their pace. The result of finally completing the bonding and his imprinting on her. How she’d welcomed it. It had been a glorious week of nothing to do but enjoy each other.
She looked at the Space Station that would now be her new home world. It was surprisingly beautiful. She’d read that the glass dome was a wonder in itself. She could see why. She felt his hand first, never hearing him move and then his naked body engulfed her in his arms up against him. She couldn’t miss the hard cock up against her back. Ready and waiting as always. It was delicacy she was finding she couldn’t live without and a promise of things to come.
“It’s a wonderful sight.” She told him.
“Yes you are. We still have a few things to iron out before we meet the Admiral. About that posting….” He nipped at her ear his tongue playful.
Marlea smiled contentedly. She felt loved. Fully totally for the first time in her life.
Sighing she told him no. Again. That would never work…. she told him quietly. He’d be overprotective. Processive. She’d want his cock when work needed her, distracting her. She’d distract him with her neediness. He’d be all dominate and make decision’s he shouldn’t, and she’d end up having him locked in the brig…. He had no argument to that. Marlea hid a smile. He did try and she stood her ground and just raised an eyebrow that he could see only too clearly with his vision in the reflective glass where they stood. He caved.
“I don’t need a brig,” he told her turning her and kissing her deeply, then coming up for air. “You’ve already caged my heart.”
The end……
Hello and thank you for buying this novel. I know you did not have to and as a big thank you, here’s a chapter from my novel Blooded, House Arturo. I hope you enjoy it and look out for more in the series. My best to you and yours xx Jessie.
Jessie Rose Case
Blooded
House Arturo
Arturo - Part 1
A Vampire Romance (House Arturo Series Book 1)
Dedication;
To all those ladies out there that fell in love with ‘Angel’.
A word from the Author.
Warning. This book is for those that like their sex hot and on the edge.
Hello, I'm Jessie and I thank you for buying this book! I know you did not have to. There are so many choices out there. It's a wonderful feeling knowing that someone else will enjoy one of my stories. And for me, it's about telling a story that I'd like to read myself.
I am not caught up in POV or literacy genius. It's simply not me or my style and I will never be that person, so I apologize to all those who are focused on the POV and the genius of literacy. I envy those that are.
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But, I'm a person just like you, who wants to bring some passion into my life and yours, and put a good story out there that's hard to put down, that brings some escapism, sexy fun and pleasure into your reading. We all love a bit of that!
And, I hope I achieve that for you in this book. I sincerely hope you enjoy it so much that you want to look out for the next in the series. (Coming soon) And if I'm lucky, you will have had such a good time, you'll recommend it to your friends and I thank you kindly. My very best wishes to you and yours. Jessie x
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Arturo
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Book 1
Forward
February 1287. Against all odds and in dire conditions. As the worse storms to hit the southern coast of England leaving whole areas of coastline gone, a child came into the world. His name Arturo.
August 1989. Beneath a ‘fallstreak hole’ in the clouds and unexplained lightning strikes cutting through the sky. A child was born. Her name Regin.
THIS IS A REVISED AND RE-EDITED VERSION WITH EXTENDED CONTENT
WARNING: Explicit Sex.
For all those ladies that fell in love with 'Angel' .... You know who you are ...
Arturo was born into a world of hunger and pain. For over 700 years he has lived with the knowledge that he is no longer human. Fleeing persecution and loss he made his way to the New World. The first of his kind to arrive. For 300 years, the leader for his clan. Yet, he has been alone. Unwilling to mate a human once more. No Vamp giving rise to his emotions. He has never wanted something, someone, so much as her. He will have to fight to keep her.
Regin was born of lightning. She was born dead. The goddess Freyja having taken pity on the babe in the battle to be born. Regin never understood why. Had not reason to believe a purpose in Freyja actions, or why the Fates took a hand. But there was no doubt she had gifted Regin on her rebirth. She had given her, the abilities of a shield maiden. The ability to fight. And Regin used it to good effect. A surprise encounter brings all that she knows into question. Brings changes to her life she could never have foreseen….. Or maybe Freyja had ….
Arturo – Part 1
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
Blooded – House Arturo
Arturo
CHAPTER ONE
What was that incredible smell? Arturo looked around him. The night was warm and inviting. The usual smells of people, food, drink, disease, animals, rotting garbage and death surrounded him. He’d learnt to tune most of it out if he wanted to keep his sanity. Along with the noise that humans created. There was nothing silent about them. They had no idea just what a target they placed on themselves just by their own behaviour. It was amazing that any of them had survived at all. It would be so easy to rub them all out. To snap, the life out of them. Idiots. Just look at them he thought. Walking around, going into bars, restaurants and clubs without a care. Getting drunk. Walking the streets at night without a clue of the nightmare that could so easily destroy them. Only the soft lighting for cover. They were vulnerable. Weak. A target. And his job was to keep as many safe as possible. Arturo breathed in again. What was that incredible smell? Not often did something overwhelm his senses.
Arturo breathed deep and tuned into the scent trail turning in its direction. Seeing in the dark held no problem for him. The street lamps were for humans. Another failing. He hadn’t been human for over 700 years, he didn’t need the light. He stood on the pavement and looked around him again. So many people moving about their business, going to dinner, or meeting friends, lovers, husbands and wives. Ignorant of the real world around them. Just as they hoped to keep it. The world still held sway to those that were ignorant of the real world. The world he lived in. Arturo followed the scent that drove him on. He hadn’t noticed it before on his several trips into this town. Nothing was familiar about it. He’d invested in this town as it was up and coming in the financial markets. It was thought of as ‘quant’. A nice town. Nicer than many. Large. It had money. And it showed in its pretty market place and streets. All colonial styling with strings of lights between businesses. Music pumping out into the streets. It gave it a party atmosphere. It was after all Friday night. It drew people in. The perfect hunting ground, only no one hunted on his territory. Arturo continued to walk in the direction his senses told him to go.
The itch he felt telling him he needed to hurry. He could not explain it. He just knew. Arturo started to jog at human speed. He passed those out for an evening’s stroll or on their way to a destination. Stopping once, twice to breath in that delicious scent, correcting his direction and jogging on. The slight breeze helping him. He could have gone faster but that would have drawn attention and he might miss a change in the air. It battled against his need for urgency. His beast clawed at him. He started to run. Down the street. Around the corner. Down another street. He stopped. He’d lost it. The sense of loss hammering into him. Bending to lessen the pain, he breathed in again. He didn’t need the air just craved more of that scent. He straightened and turned around in a circle closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths blocking everything out but the scent, trying to look like he was out of breath and not some demented being with his nose in the air sniffing everyone and everything. Shit, he realised he’d over run whatever it was. He slowly walked back and looked around him. A park square was up ahead. Several people were walking about. On the breeze, he caught the scent of something else. Something ….. other. Several of them. Hunting. Arturo stopped and looked around. No one hunted on his territory. The was unsanctioned. An invasion that would have to be dealt with. He suddenly understood why his time was running out. He walked forward with a determined stride. He would find it before it was lost to this world. He couldn’t explain it he just had to.
Arturo could see three people some distance ahead. Two were a couple holding hands. He followed them as they moved off and a lone person remained moving along the path. Arturo frowned. This cannot be. He slowly approached the person. This female. He watched as she moved off the main path and headed into the park square. No. He thought. They would find her there. It would be easy for them. He looked at her. Too easy. Easy prey. The park was deserted. The trees in the centre providing cover and shelter from the lights. Why would she go in there? He wondered confused. Had she no sense of preservation? There was nothing to attract anyone at this time of night. The café was closed. He watched her move into the sheltered area under the trees. Even with his eyesight it was difficult to see her. What was she thinking? Even to humans she’d be a target in there. He walked in after her. And approached slowly.
Regin knew they were coming. She’d felt it. At first it had been a surprise, a balm to her senses having expected the worst. It seemed welcoming, comforting even. Then it changed direction and turned into what it normally felt like. Death. Destruction. Madness. Regin took a deep breath to calm her nerves. This was nothing she hadn’t faced before, she reminded herself. She moved then into the shadows away from the people. Some night out this was turning into. Regin stopped. She looked around her. She couldn’t see the path she’d come from. This would do. She had her back to the café and would see them coming from three sides. She checked her bag and took out several items. She already carried the essentials on her. She loaded her pockets and basket. Regin checked around her again. This was good. Yet, confused, she felt the same comforting
feeling fall over her again and turned towards it. She watched as a man approached her cautiously. No not a man she realised. His movements just too perfect. Too quiet. Just a bit too fluid. He tried hard to conceal it. It was clear he’d had lots of practice at it. Regin smiled. His pose was guarded. Proud. Assured. Confident.
Regin realised this male was the take charge kinda guy. He was used to getting what he wanted. He liked being in charge. And strangely he didn’t feel like death. She looked at his emotional layers again. Regin frowned. She knew what he was but his layers made no sense. She’d been fighting them most of her life. Regin was intrigued. This was a first. She raised her eyebrows in question and allowed him to enter her space. He was a beautiful male. Dressed in tight fitting black jeans and a black T. He was a tall well-built male. It left little to the imagination. Piercing eyes. Long hair. Earing loops in both ears. Which amused Regin, it gave him a pirate look. Wasn’t that a couple of decades ago? And built, as her dad would have said ‘like a brick shit house’. He posed no harm to her. Regin smiled towards him. “Hello.” She asked, “are you lost?”
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