Title: Blood Harvest
Series: The Harvest
Author: Meghan Schubert
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: 09/27/2022
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Female/Female
Length: 79200
Genre: Paranormal, LGBTQIA+, paranormal, urban fantasy, lesbian, vampire, shifter, angel, succubus, roommates, blood, death, conspiracy
Description
If you were losing your humanity, how hard would you fight to hold on to it? What would you be willing to do, to give up, to make sure you remained the human you were, rather than the demon you seemed to be turning into? Hope McKinley, former advertising student turned newly undead, finds herself wrestling with these questions and so much more.
Blood Harvest delves into the depths of the human psyche and grapples with the struggle between light and dark in all of us as seen through the eyes of one forced out of the human race and fighting to return.
Excerpt
Blood Harvest
Meghan M. Schubert © 2022
All Rights Reserved
"Shh." He trailed the finger down my chin and rested it in the crook of my neck. I suppressed a shudder. He leaned in, too close for comfort, hands gripping my hips tighter and guiding my pelvis toward his while his lips grazed my neck. My stomach flipped. My insides felt like they were on fire.
Did he just sniff me?
"Ian, what're you—"
"Quiet." He kissed me once, twice, his lips caressing, teasing, the heat in me rising, then turning into a sharp, stabbing pain. A pain that shot through my shoulder, up my neck, and exploded into the back of my head. My eyes widened and then closed tight, mouth open in a silent scream as I tried to breathe. I forced myself forward, trying to push against him, but he was heavier than me, and all it seemed to do was aggravate him. Ian slammed his weight against me, and I yelped as the bricks dug into my back. The way he had me pinned, I couldn't even shift enough to get a knee in his groin.
Shit, now what?
Don't get me wrong. I've had people bite me in a kinky sort of way, but this was so much more. He was drawing blood, my blood, his mouth hot and wet on my neck. The gentle motion of his lips sent waves of electric heat through me, cascading down, the pain giving way to a pleasurable numbness, and I thrust my hips against him hungrily as his teeth sank deeper. I groaned, my body slumping against his as my legs started to give out. It hurt like hell, but it felt so good. I just didn't want to fight anymore.
Everything began to blur and melt away as I succumbed to the bliss. It felt like falling; you know the end is coming but you just don't know when. Is this what it's like to die? What a way to go.
Before I was able to let myself completely go, something hot and sticky pressed against my lips. It smelled of old pennies and leather and cologne. Smelled like Ian. Without warning, a hand fisted into my hair, forcing my mouth on the warm liquid. I had no desire to taste it, but something inside compelled me, drew me to it. It smelled so good.
The liquid burned the whole way down, igniting my throat and stomach. I was torn between wanting to throw up and wanting to drink more. This was insane. What was I doing?
The mingling of pleasure and pain was almost too much, and soon I was seeing white. Still, I refused to let go.
Wait. Let go? What am I holding?
I finally blinked bleary eyes open to find myself sucking on Ian's bleeding arm, my fingers clutching him like a vise. I still refused to let go. In fact, I started sucking harder, drawing more of his blood into my mouth, throat convulsing, burning, as I gulped it down.
After what seemed like several excruciating hours, he pulled away, and I whimpered like a kicked puppy. He knelt and kissed me gently, licking the excess blood from my mouth.
"I'll be back, Hope. Until then, take care of yourself."
I felt him run his hand through my hair and then the cold cement as I hit it hard.
I know what you're thinking, but this isn't your typical vampire love story. In fact, love is a laughable concept for me, especially after the shit I'm about to get dragged through.
But you can see for yourself. Let's start from the beginning, shall we?
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Meet the Author
Meghan Schubert, born in 1985 in the greater city of Philadelphia, has always been a nerd at heart. Dubbing herself an "elder millennial," Meghan grew up with a love of video games, horror, and Goosebumps books. In high school, she wrote short stories for the school newspaper before working her way up to editor. That love turned into a passion when she took up Video Game Design in college, where the premise of her first novel came to light. Her pursuit of game design was short-lived, however, when Meghan realized that programming was not her forte; the stories behind the games were. Thus, a writer was born.
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