As the provocative, sensual Blood Type series continues, the rare bond between Reyna and Beckham is threatened by betrayal, greed, and twisted secrets. A desperate human. A powerful vampire. A world divided. Reyna Carpenter was promised paradise. She was delivered into hell. Giving up her body for money was supposed to be the hardest part of becoming a blood escort. She never expected to lose her heart to her dark, enigmatic boss, Beckham Anderson. After being taken by a depraved captor who plans to rule the world, Reyna will do anything to return to Beckham. She just has to find the will to survive this game. From the pawn, rises a queen. Note: Reyna and Beckham’s story begins in Blood Type and continues in Blood Cure.
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“Please.” She wasn’t above begging. “I’ve waited so long.”
“I won’t bite you,” he said, his face sliding down between her legs. A fang nipped at the sensitive artery in her inner thigh. “But I bloody well want to.”
Did she even care if he bit her? It would be a relief after what she’d endured. A relief to feel that connection so acutely. But she wouldn’t press him this time. She remembered how they’d gotten carried away. He’d taken too much, drank too deeply, and she could have died. They needed to take it slow.
The blood. Not the sex. She needed that right now.
His finger slicked through her wetness and began to massage her clit. She vibrated from the sensation. She didn’t know if she’d be able to hold out before he was inside of her.
Then his eyes found hers again. His boxers disappeared and then his cock was in his hand. He massaged the length of himself as he watched her walk on a tightrope. Any second she was going to fall off and into oblivion. Nothing and no one had ever made her feel so good. No. No one had ever made her feel.
“So . . . close,” she ground out.
One powerful thrust seated him to the hilt within her. She cried out as he stretched her to the max. No warning or preamble just his cock inside of her, filling her to completion.
Her walls clenched around him. She was so close, but instinctively, she knew he wasn’t going to let her release without him.
Then he started moving. A slow pull out and a quick drive inward. Once, twice, three times.
“Not yet,” he said, his eyes commanding.
She tried to hold back. She could wait. Oh God, she could wait.
Then he started up the rhythm again. Setting his own course, owning and claiming her body. Reclaiming everything that he’d lost in that one moment of stupidity on her part. In his one moment of weakness.
She could see in his eyes the weight that loss had cost him. The toll it had taken on him for giving into his urges, for finally relinquishing his hold on himself. His eyes said he’d never do it again. His eyes were a promise.
“Becks, come with me,” she cried, clutching the sheets.
He grasped her hips and owned her body where he refused to own her blood. Taking everything she would give him, but not everything he wanted. Not everything she wanted.
She was so close. She looked in his eyes and knew they would finish together.
Reyna woke up screaming.
She jolted upright in her overly plush king-sized bed with its too many pillows and too much softness. Her hair was plastered to her face. Sweat coated her body, soaking through the thin white shirt she’d worn to bed.
Her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting and she looked around the small room. Everything was in place. Nothing had changed. Not a damn thing.
Beckham wasn’t here.
It had been a dream. A sick dream. A desperate horrible dream.
Her hand moved to her cotton panties and found the slicked wetness still there. The ache still building in her lower half from lack of release. The aftereffects of the dream. It had felt so real. So very real.
She had felt him moving inside of her. She had seen the love in his eyes. She had known his remorse.
But none of that was real.
That was her imagination at work. Conjuring his face just to torture herself with his absence. Remembering the feel of his body and the love in his eyes, only to know that he hadn’t found her. Aching for one more view of him.
It had been fifty-five days since she’d last seen his face.
Reyna made a mark in the notebook next to the bed.
Fifty-six.
REVIEW
Blood Match continues the story of Reyna and Beckham. Like the first book, Blood Match takes us on a journey of twists and turns, betrayals, greed, and strength of will.
We pick up where we left off in Blood Type, and see what has become of Reyna and how she is being treated, which is to say not very well. But Reyna hasn't let her current fate destroy her as she knows she has to find a way to get out - to get back to Beckham. Beckham is also present, of course, and we get to see him struggle with his past still and then some. I know that this review is kind of vague - but to be honest - this story is just something you have to read to believe - you have to experience each aspect of it yourself to fully comprehend and I wouldn't want anyone's enjoyment of these characters and books to be ruined.
Blood Match is full of angst and drama, emotions run high and you will be sucked in to each and every page, waiting with bated breath on the edge of your seat just needing to know what's coming next. You'll find yourself hooked not only to the storyline but to the lives of Reyna and Beckham and what is to become of them. Theories will develop in your mind and you'll seek clarifications and whether or not you figured it out and then you'll find yourself shocked yet again.
K.A. Linde has developed quite an interesting world within the pages of these books, a world that is as enchanting as it is scary. A world where the power balance shifts and you aren't quite sure which direction its going yet but know that things are about to change again and leaving you wondering just what will happen next and how Reyna and Beckham will deal with it.
I find myself in a state of Stunned to silence as I read the last pages of this book, with a desperation for the next book to see what is to come. Linde has become a master at the perfect cliffhanger - one that leaves you in shock, needing more, and yet seeing the beauty of where things are left as well.
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