High Stakes (Bo Blackman Book 3)
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It may be less than a month since the doors of New Order opened but that doesn't mean Bo Blackman isn't busy. It's not just daft allegations about vampire dogs and complicated relationships that she has to deal with, however.
When a woman is brutally assaulted, barely escaping with her life, Bo ensures she forms an integral part of the investigation. The trouble is that she may end up being confronted with a darkness that she's simply not ready for...
This is the third book in the urban fantasy thriller Bo Blackman series by the author of Blood Destiny.
because you know I have cause to visit them.’ The way he purrs over the word ‘visit’ makes my stomach twist. ‘Visit,’ he repeats. ‘It’s not a scary word.’ His eyes gleam. ‘Please, X,’ I whisper. ‘Pretty please with a cherry on top?’ He licks his lips slowly. ‘And whipped cream?’ I stare at him mutely. He walks towards me, reaching out with one long index finger and trailing it down my cheek. I try not to flinch but my skin tingles from his touch. ‘I wonder what it would take…’ he murmurs, not
body. My face hurts – but then a sodding metal fire extinguisher slammed into it so that’s no surprise. The energy-sucking handcuffs make it difficult to test my strength but it’s not the first time I’ve worn them. I use my previous experience to search past their magic. My skin feels prickly so it must be daytime. The gnawing ache of hunger in my stomach suggests it is late. I reckon I’ve been out for about ten hours. Dusk is already approaching again. That’s good; my thirst for blood isn’t. I
the tunnel to wait in the time bubble next to Oliver’s Island. I carefully close all the doors after me and bolt the door to the little dungeon again so it looks undisturbed. I squeeze back through the gap in the wall, replace the disturbed earth and stones and adjust the hanging handcuffs until I’m satisfied they’re ready. Then I hunker down ready for Troy’s return. The eerie silence, bereft this time even of rats, is broken sooner than I expected. The footsteps halt outside the door while I
I don’t think they’ve had much success though, despite what they advertise. Nothing they have is powerful enough to create this.’ He waves his arm around the room. ‘I don’t suppose any of the older vampires have heard of something this powerful? Did you ask around?’ He sighs. ‘There was one I spoke to who’d heard a rumour about it but she didn’t know for sure if it was true.’ ‘And how old is she?’ I prod. ‘Two hundred and thirty-three.’ I balk slightly at the age; I don’t want to live that
says in a low voice. ‘Whatever you do, don’t trust her.’ Ice runs down my spine. I pull back, lit cigarette in one hand and tightly clenched fist in the other. He gives me the perfunctory smile of a stranger and moves away. I turn back to the bar, puff on the cigarette and wait. Was he referring to the woman behind me? Is she about to come over? I glance at her reflection. She’s standing up. Taking a deep breath, I try to remain casual. I throw a confused look at Joseph to enquire whether