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Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Promo/Giveaway: Blood Rule by Heather Hildenbrand




Blood Rule
Heather Hildenbrand

Forty-six.
That’s how many hybrids survived the Hunter attack in the woods after I revived them with an injection of my blood. That’s how many followed me home to Frederick Falls. And that’s how many were now mentally linked to me through a blood bond.

Two days. Three valium. Fourteen hours of sleep.
That’s what it took to realize I wasn’t losing my mind as a result of the noise in my own head.

Sixteen.
That’s how many days have passed since I almost killed Alex. That’s how many days I’ve sat by his bedside, waiting for him to wake up. To ease the guilt, to understand his betrayal, to remember the exact shade of brown in his eyes.

Zero.
That’s my chances of skating by with Gordon Steppe and the Hunter Council. They want me for questioning. I’m afraid what’ll happen if I give them answers.

Teaser!! 

I missed Alex terribly. Our banter, his sarcasm, my grumpiness, his twisted pleasure at my dislike of exercise. There were little things like the way he swiped a hand over his face when he was frustrated with me or the way he bit his lip in concentration when he hunted. But all of those things felt more and more settled into a place of friendship. Like George. Or maybe not quite like that. Certain memories still had the power to make my insides twist—like the goodbye we’d shared during our last night at Wood Point Academy. When he’d promised to always find me and I told him he was my family. The first kiss we’d shared that day in the woods. Or the second kiss, in the hotel room after he’d rescued me from feral hybrids.