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The Witch, The Wolf, and The Vampire series is getting a makeover…but not just with new covers! Nope…I’ve been a busy bee and I’ve rewritten this book. Why? Because this was one of my first series written. Waaaaaay back in 2013! Yikes! So, when I decided to recover it, I had a wee look inside and thought…oh gosh…it really needs a good going over. And…as these things go with writers…the more you get into it, the more you do! So, the story has been redone, refreshed and is now uploaded with its shiny new cover and subtitle!

The entire series is getting a ‘going over’ with book 2 being done now and 3 very soon! The inside has been prettied up too by Jill over at Jill’s Badass Formatting…it’s gorgeous! Both the ebook, which is updated NOW and the paperback, which will be getting done shortly…and they are just lovely! Thank you, Jill, for giving me such a lovely interior!

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Quinn Alexander cursed, “Fuck,” the word slipped out his full lips before he ran a hand down over his face. Standing naked before the stained-glass bay window in his bedroom, he stared out over his Highland estate. His muscles bunched tightly, tension running through his body that vibrated with barely contained power, while he fought to control the urge to feed that began to rear its damn ugly head once more. He tried to focus on the land he loved, hills sprawling for miles with fields bright and blooming with wild Heather, but it no longer brought him the peace and calm he sought. Neither did it soothe the beast within . . . not when the taste of blood still lingered on his tongue and his skin reeked of Armani Diamonds perfume, mixed with various others, from his liaisons the previous night to tease him and remind him of his fall from grace. A spectacular one that would haunt him for many a night to come.

The face of the last female he’d used floated into his mind, she’d not been unattractive, with blonde hair in a French twist and ruby red lips, but she’d been after one thing . . . and she’d reached her goal. After all, that’s why she’d been in such a place, and he’d spied old fang marks on her neck. Ones she appeared to wear with pride and she’d been more than willing to accompany him to a private room and cater to his every dark desire. No questions asked. Not even his name. She’d been voracious, her sexual appetite for his cock had matched his for the red liquid that flowed through her veins. Although he’d not said no to her other gifts at the time. Afterwards. . . not so much. Once he’d forced his fangs from her skin, and make no mistake, he’d had to force himself not to drink her dry, he’d felt dirty and unsatisfied in the extreme.

Quinn had placed a large tip beside her lethargic body and left, ensuring she would be looked after before rushing from the club as if he were an errant schoolboy who’d visited his first hooker. Looking left, right, and over his shoulder while he weaved around the throng of people, desperate to escape and forget his lapse in the den of iniquity he’d landed in. Thorne, his bodyguard, right-hand-man, and friend, had followed him out, his face a mask of indifference, but he’d felt the shock at his actions rolling off him in waves the entire journey home, even if he didn’t speak them aloud. Not then anyway. He doubted his friend would remain silent for long though. He would want an explanation and Quinn was sure of one thing: he had none to give.

What in blue blazes had he been thinking of going to such a place? He felt as if he required to bathe with bleach to cleanse himself. His skin crawled at the same time as his gums ached with his fangs forcing against them, once more attempting to break free. Not happening. Not again. Not ever again. He refused to allow another descent into such a disgusting place of debauchery, and he had no damn time to figure out why it had happened the previous night. He had a business to run and right now he had to get ready for his overseas trip. One he most definitely wasn’t looking forward to.

Hong Kong . . . he hated the place with a passion. Too full of people and dirty to boot. Definitely not his cup of tea . . . not when you were as particular as he was. Or, as Thorne called him, “OCD to the max”. The official launch of his latest app, Scales of Sin, or Sin for short, was taking place there, and he’d reluctantly agreed to attend the extravaganza that was taking place. One that was costing a disgusting amount of money, even by his standards, and would ensure Sin would outsell anything already on the market the entire world over. It would leave the rest far behind and already was a multi-billion dollar success; topping the lists and making a bundle of money and it had only been on sale for less than a week. It had taken the gaming world by storm after it had been sent out a few months ago to top gamers for testing and reviews and they’d raved about it all over social media. Their stamp of approval had sealed the success of the game and made sure to make Quinn and his partner in Hong Kong a vast amount of money to add to their coffers.

His mind wandered again, to his lapse of the previous evening, faces tumbling through his brain as he saw them over and over again. How many had he gone through? Three, four, five? Damn it . . . he’d lost count and their faces blurred together until he remembered but a few, their scents mingled on his skin while their blood now curdled inside him. Quinn spun away, disgust roiling through him just as Thorne rapped hard on his door before entering.

“Morning, Q, just wanted to check that you’re ready . . . and see how you are after last night?”

Thorne’s face was unreadable but Quinn knew that he’d been shocked with his behavior. His right-hand-man had never witnessed him acting in such a manner and was obviously worried. Hell, Quinn was too. He’d never lost control like that before. Not since he’d first been turned anyway. Thorne walked toward the window, soaking up the dawn light as only a new day-walker would. He’d been with Quinn for a long time but he’d only just earned his ancient status and was reveling in the fact that he was no longer bound to the night.

“I’m fine, thanks, and I apologize for my behavior last night.” He walked past his bodyguard and friend. “I’ve no idea what was going on but I feel better today.”

The lie slipped out. Thorne raised an eyebrow, his blazing azure blue eyes locked with his. “Really? You’re going with that?”

Quinn sighed, striding toward his bathroom. “Fine, I’m still feeling out of sorts but I’ll get over it. I’m going to shower and I’ll be downstairs in ten minutes. We’re on a tight schedule today so make sure everything is organized and ready.”

“It is.” Thorne shook his head. “I’m concerned, Q, you never go to those types of clubs and you certainly don’t sleep with those kinds of women. Plural. You made your way through a ton of them last night and fed straight from the vein. All the while I had to wait around and I tell you, it wasn’t fun for me being there.”

He stopped, his muscles bunched tight as Thorne’s words hit him as if he were physically assaulting him. If anyone else spoke to him in such a manner he’d rip their damn heart from their chest, no question about it. But . . . this was Thorne. His friend and confidante. The one and only person who he could rely on to tell him how it was and who he could talk to candidly at all times. The one he could turn to no matter the situation, or danger, hell, they’d stood side by side against unsurmountable odds and came out the other side so many times . . . and he knew that his friend was only looking out for him. He’d do the same if it were Thorne that had acted in such a manner.

“I can only apologize, Thorne, I’ve no idea what happened last night. Truly, I don’t, and aye, I’m still feeling a little peculiar, but I’ll be fine and we do have to get going so we don’t have time to go over this now. Just make sure everything is in order and we’ll be on our way soon.”

“Fine,” Thorne ground out, his jaw hard and a tell-tale tic at the side of his eye alerting Quinn that his friend wasn’t satisfied with his explanation.

Shit. He wasn’t either but he had nothing else to give him and hoped whatever had ailed him the previous evening was a distant memory because he sure as hell didn’t want a repeat performance. The thought of losing control again broke him out in a cold sweat as he entered the bathroom, his stomach clenching painfully . . . his long legs rushing forwards to the sink. His hands gripped the marble at either side while his head fell forward, mouth opening wide as he vomited out the blood he’d ingested. Over and over he heaved, his body shaking uncontrollably, thick viscous crimson spilling from his body to coat the white porcelain sink to swirl around before slowly dripping down the plug hole.

Quinn watched it, mesmerized . . . he’d never had a day’s illness since he’d been turned such a long time ago. So many centuries had passed that he’d lost count and yet he’d never so much as had a cold. Yet here he was puking his guts up, losing so much precious life’s blood that he couldn’t help but gaze at the scarlet fluid as it disappeared, leaving a thick coating on his shiny white sink and a disgusting aroma filling the area which cloyed in the back of his throat and the hairs in his nose. The sight had him reaching for the bell to alert the cleaning staff to sort the mess out, then he stopped. No. He wasn’t about to let anyone see this and announce to the world he was sick.

“Fuck!” leaning down he tore open the vanity, searching for cleaning materials and lucked out when he found the cleaner’s stash, pouring what he hoped was bleach all around the area first and then spraying something else he had no idea what it was, but smelled similar, and followed it up with cleansing wipes. Then he searched for his mouthwash, using a full bottle before he felt anywhere near better and finally stepped away and toward the shower.

Now he had less time to get ready and he’d have to use his Vampire speed so he wasn’t late. Being tardy wasn’t an option, not for him. The fact he’d been ill . . . that would have to wait. He could research it on his jet. Surely, he wasn’t the only Vampire it had happened to? He’d find the answer and fix it before anyone was any the wiser. Quinn Alexander . . . ill . . . no. Absolutely not something that was going to be allowed to be known.

And before he could think about it again, he was not only ready, but sitting in his jet and on his way to Hong Kong . . . Thorne scrutinizing him with a look that told him he knew there was something wrong. Very wrong, and he was just waiting on him telling him exactly what it was.

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Flint chuckled, shook his head and strode over to her, taking her into his arms and lifted her up so they were face to face. “Cool my jets, huh?”

“Aye, you need to just calm it, or you’ll have a heart attack, and that’s not happening.” Kenzie snorted. “Oh right, you won’t but you know what I mean.”

He leaned forward, his lips caressing hers in a soft kiss. A barely there meeting of their mouths, but as soon as they touched, passion ignited deep inside him. He knew she felt it too, her heart rate sped up, thundering in her chest, blood rushing through her body and her hands wound around his neck to tug him to her and hold him fiercely while she panted into his mouth. Her legs scrambled up his body, wrapping around his waist and his cock hardened so fast it was straining against his pants painfully.

Shit. It was cold out here…the ground was still wet, and he couldn’t possibly continue this. Not now. Not here. Yet…he wasn’t sure he, or Kenzie could wait. Her moans fell down his throat as their teeth crashed together, tongues dancing in a frenzy when moments ago the last thing on his mind was…this.

A twig snapped. A pad of paws. A snarl. And Flint dropped Kenzie to her feet and pushed her behind him.

“What?” she looked dazed, her eyes glazed with lust and her lips plump and red from their passion.

“Shh.” Flint held a finger to his lips, sending his senses out to locate the threat. And make no mistake, he knew there was a threat.

None of Quinn’s Wolves would fucking snarl at them. Not a chance in hell would that happen. And he’d heard it.

“Phone, now,” he hissed low, “we’ve got a problem. Tell Victor there’s strange Wolves here and we need help. Do it Kenzie.”

Flint cocked his head to the side, listening and looking around, wondering if he could make it back with Kenzie in his arms. He was fast. Faster than mangy dogs. But…where were they? How many? Could they cut him and Kenzie off? Cut him down with her in his arms? If they did she’d be torn apart…fuck!

That thought almost brought him to his knees. His legs shook, and his belly roiled. His skin grew cold and his fangs sprang free, fury engulfed him at the vision of Kenzie being mauled by a Wolf.

“Not fucking happening.” He snarled aloud.

“Victor, we’re on the opposite side of the lake. We’re in trouble. We need help. Wolves.”

Kenzie whispered frantically but Flint noticed she did it without a waiver in her voice. His fierce Bloodmate sounded strong and sure as she relayed the message, and he’d never felt prouder than he did at that moment. He knew she was scared. He could feel it. Scent it. But she didn’t fucking sound it.

He heard Victor’s curt reply. “Hang on! We’re coming.”

His sensitive ears honed in on every sound around them, birds wings fluttering, small animals moving around in the forest, some not so small, and then he heard them…large paws padding through damp leaves on the ground. His head spun around, his eyes zeroing in on the location…two. Damn. One was behind them and one was just off to their side.

They were blocked. Other than carrying on…away from help…they were stuck.

Only one thing for it. Stay where they were and do what he did best; fight.

“Kenzie, baby, we can’t go back the way we came, there’s one behind us and one to the side. So, we need to keep you safe. I need you to go to the edge of the water. The very edge. If they get by me then you go in. I know it’ll be cold. Very cold. But you’ll stand a chance in there…out here you won’t. Understand? Victor’s coming with help and I’ll do what I do best. You know what that is? Right?”

Kenzie’s lip trembled, her eyes filled with tears and her hand reached up to run down the side of his face. “Yes, I do, but…”

“No buts, Kenzie. It’s the only way. I can’t take you further away from help. That’s what they want me to do. They want me to take you further away and then they’ll attack. There’s two of them. One will attack me and while I’m dealing with him the other will go for you. I can’t have that. Not a fucking chance, babe. So, this is what we’re doing and that’s that.”

“Flint! They’ll both come for you. Two Wolves.” Tears now slid from her eyes to fall down her cheeks.

The sight would’ve undone most men, but he wasn’t most men. He was Flint. Hard as Flint. And those tears unleashed something deep inside him. Fury didn’t come close to naming what he felt. Rage didn’t come close. There was no name for what now ran through him at the thought of his Bloodmate being in danger from two dirty dogs. He’d show those fuckers they’d made the biggest mistake of their lives by even coming close to the most precious thing in the universe to him.

“Kenzie! Do what I say. Now.” Flint’s tone was harsh before he leaned down, crushing his lips to hers in a searing hot kiss. “I love you, but you have to do this. Please stop arguing with me and just go.”

Kenzie’s face ran with tears as she nodded, backing away from him slowly, she moved toward the water’s edge. Her eyes never left his and he allowed her that until her feet touched the lapping waves…then he turned back to the trees. His hands reached for his weapons, firstly searching for his special blades. The ones that were dipped in silver and which he knew would do the most damage to a Wolf. He’d use those first to, hopefully, slow one down so he could deal with the other. He only had three of those on him, so he had to use them wisely and ensure they hit their mark.

Shit, he had to. Kenzie’s life depended on it.

“Stay there, Kenzie. No matter what. You stay there and wait for Victor and if one of them gets by me then you go into the water. Okay, babe?”

“I know!”

Kenzie’s voice sounded more exasperated than anything which pleased him. If he’d heard fear, or worse…terror in it he was sure he’d have lost his shit. But she didn’t and that was good because he needed to focus. On keeping her alive. That was the main thing right now. Keep those damn Wolves away from his Bloodmate and hopefully kill them before they got anywhere near her.

Flint cracked his neck, turning the blade in his right hand over and over and keeping the other two in his left, holding them loosely and ready for easy transfer once he’d released the primary one. Whenever the silver touched his skin sharp stings kept him alert assuring him they would inflict the damage they were meant for.

He was adept with both hands so once he’d thrown one he could quickly hurl the other two in quick succession. Hopefully with all three hitting their mark within seconds and putting down, or at the very least, slowing down greatly one beast. After that he’d concentrate on the other, using his faster speed to close in on it, and at the same time pitching the rest of his weapons on the run. By the time he reached the Wolf, it should be injured and in a weakened state, enough for him to be able to take it down without too much effort.

Or that was the plan.

After he’d dealt with that one. He could return to the first and finish it off. Then he could get Kenzie and get the hell out of there and take her to safety as quickly as possible. That was all he cared about; getting Kenzie the hell out of there.

A low growl from his left alerted him to the presence of the enemy and true enough, with a rustle of branches, a huge beast revealed itself. Dark as night, a black Wolf emerged from the trees, its head hung low as it prowled closer with its eyes locked on him and drool dripping from its open jaws. Jaws that revealed a mouth full of huge sharp teeth made for ripping apart its victims. Only he was no damn victim.

He was a killer, and that fucker would find that out soon enough.

With another snarl immediately in front of him, Flint’s head snapped forward and caught sight of another Wolf. This one was larger, dark brown, and definitely the more dangerous of the two. Its head was higher, proud, and its lips drew back in a vicious growl as it stalked forwards. He saw it moving slightly to catch a glimpse of Kenzie, then back to him. Hell no. It wasn’t getting anywhere near her. Not a fucking chance in hell.

“Hey, you mangy mutt! You look like you’ve got fleas! You should go to the vet and get something for that…must be real uncomfortable for you with all the itching ‘n all.”

Its head swung back to him, snarling and snapping. Good. That’s what he wanted. All attention on him and he just needed it to get a little closer to get it within throwing distance. Or rather, a better throwing distance. He wanted to ensure the silver blades hit the mark before he took off after the black one which was farther away and then he could return and finish this fucker off. He wished it was the other way around. This one was larger, deadlier, and nearer his love…but he had to work with the hand he’d been dealt. And he’d been in tighter corners than this and lived.

Only difference was those times…it was his life on the line…this time he had Kenzie to worry about and that was a whole different ball game.

His vision zeroed in on the damnable creature who dared to threaten her. Threaten them. Threaten their life together, their future, their fucking love. He saw the hatred in its eyes, heard its heart beat in its chest, watched as its paws hit the ground and drew it nearer to his killing zone. One, two, three…just a few more and he’d unleash his knives. Unleash the silver that would weaken it and put it down. Just long enough for him to deal with the other. Hopefully.

There! Flint’s hand rose, flew through the air, and one blade was on its way. Transferring another to his right hand and both hands rose together to release two blades simultaneously. They hurled toward the beast as the first blade struck. A howl sprang free from it as the silver sank deep into it just a second before the other two collided with its hide. One crashed into its side and the other smashed right beside the first on the Wolf’s neck, embedding deep within its skin. Howls of pain and anger flew out from it before it collapsed to the ground, mewling like a damn kitten.

Flint didn’t blink, turning and sprinting for the other who was now rushing toward him at full speed. His hands were already reaching for his smaller throwing knives that were along the back of his belt, tugging them free and throwing them as he ran…all four hit home and the Wolf howled each time. Then he reached down, first with his right hand and then with his left and retrieved his Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knives from his boots. Two double-edged, seven and a half inch weapons in his hands, and he was careening toward the Wolf at breakneck speed.

He knew what he wanted to do. Where he planned on striking with his blades. He just needed the fucking animal to keep on coming straight for him…that was all.

And it did. Dumb damn dog.

It ran right for him. Snarling, snapping, jaws readying to take a chunk out of him and if he were human it would break him in two. But he wasn’t.

Closer and closer they drew to each other. He saw the hairs on its coat flattened against the body with the speed it ran toward him. The fangs in its mouth as it readied to sink into his flesh. The fury in its eyes because he’d injured its partner in crime. Flint took it all in and when they were mere inches apart, when the beast was almost upon him, he leaped into the air, tucked his feet up beneath him and sailed over it…reaching down and slashing, cutting, and wreaking bloody havoc with his best friends; his blades.

Long wounds appeared on the body of the Wolf beneath him while he flew over it as his hands moved frantically with a speed only a Vampire could wield. Many large, ugly, bloody and deep injuries, including one where he severed the tendons on its hind legs which left it falling head over ass in a tumbled mess on the ground as it roared in agony. Flint landed deftly on his feet, spinning around and sprinting back to the downed beast. He didn’t falter, didn’t hesitate, instead he reached down to slash its throat in a final death blow before rising to look back to ensure Kenzie was still safe.

That was when his heart stopped dead in his chest.

Kenzie was still at the water’s edge, but she was by far no longer safe. The beast he’d put down with his silver daggers was up and heading her way…but she wasn’t aware of it. Her eyes were on him.

“Kenzie! Baby! Get in the water! Go! Now!” Flint roared at the same time as his feet started to move, taking off back the way he’d just come, this time he ran as if his life depended on it…and it did.

If anything happened to her he knew he’d die too. He’d wither up and cease to exist if that fucker took her from him. He had to get to her. Had to kill him. He. Just. Had. To.

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