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Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Review: Bound By Blood by Cynthia Eden (Bound ~ Vampire/Werewolf Romance 1)

          Title: Bound By Blood
                 (Bound – Vampire/Werewolf 
                  Romance 1)
          Author: Cynthia Eden
          Release Date: April 5, 2011
          Publisher: Self
          Category: Contemporary Erotic 
                           Paranormal Romance
          Type: Digital


It’s an Immortal War…

Vampires and werewolves have been blood enemies for centuries, but now a new threat is rising…demons are escaping from hell and those demons are intent on wiping out both the vamps and the werewolves.

When you have no one to trust…

In order to stop the demons, pureblood vampire princess Morgan LaBeaux agrees to the treaty offered by werewolf alpha Jace Vaughn. She’ll mate with him, share her blood with him…and in return, the wolves will aid the vampires in this battle.

The enemy of my enemy is my husband…

But Morgan doesn’t realize just how dangerous the wolves can truly be. Jace has been waiting years to claim her. He’s set a trap for his princess, and now that he has her, Jace doesn’t plan to let her go.  He’ll send the demons back to hell, and he’ll keep his vampiress—forever.

Because the blood binds all.

Excerpt:             (from the Cynthia Eden website)

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The sexy little vampiress walked into the bar as if she owned the place.
Since Howling Moon was a low-rent dive hidden on the shadier side of Miami, a bar that catered to werewolves, well, the lady was very much out of fucking place. And, if she wasn’t careful, she might just become the night’s entertainment.
Jace Vaughn tensed when he saw her.  He wasn’t as drunk as the other wolves, not yet anyway, so he recognized the deceptively delicate woman instantly.
He could see the hint of her small fangs peeking out just behind the plump fullness of her too-red lips. Vamps’ fangs always came out when they were about to fight or fuck.
So which one was the vamp about to do?
She stilled inside the doorway of the bar. Her long blond hair tumbled behind her as her gaze raked to the left. To the right. Huh. Looked like she was hunting for someone—or something. In this place, the only thing she’d find was a pack ready to rip her to pieces.
Vampires and wolves weren’t exactly playing nice these days. Or any days.
She should know that.
But then her gaze swept by him. Swept by, then came right back.  Her blue eyes—bright with a vamp’s power—caught his.  She stared at him, and Jace found he couldn’t look away. A vampire’s trick of compulsion?
Nah…more likely just his own lust.  Because the lady was hot.  Most female vamps were, those pureblood ones anyway.  And Jace knew he was looking at one of the elite pureblood Florida vamps.
A pureblood, in a werewolf hell.
He smiled. Fate must be laughing her ass off somewhere.
Then, she smiled too.  A lick of heat shot straight through his body, and the beast that he kept chained inside stretched and growled.
She started walking toward him in her high, fuck-me or fuck-off black boots.  Jace shoved away from the bar.
But the others had noticed her now, and they were closing in.
Three males.  Big and hulking because that was the way of the beast.
Vampire…” The snarl floated in the air, and the males reached for her.
No!” His roar broke a second too slowly.
Two of the males crashed into nearby tables.  They’d made the mistake of actually touching her. You didn’t touch a vampiress who didn’t want to be touched. Fools should know that rule.
Purebloods were especially strong.
Excitement had the beast inside yanking on his leash.
Every person in the bar froze for a moment, then instantly turned their attention on her.  The vamp had the third wolf on the floor in front of her.  He hadn’t shifted, not yet, but his claws were already lengthening. She had one small hand at his throat while the other held tight to his hair, yanking his head back to better expose his neck.
Vampires always went for the throat. So predictable.  Their hunger made them weak every time.
“Kill the bitch…” Ah, that mutter came from one of the guys she’d tossed a good ten feet. He was already rising with his claws out and blood dripping from his busted cheek.
Jace lifted his hand, staying the men even as they rose.  “Not…yet.”
He knew no one would disobey. They couldn’t. He was alpha, and if they tried, he’d be the one kicking ass.
Even the shitty band stopped playing as he crossed the room.  The few human females in the bar glanced around curiously, and he saw a couple of the shifters push them toward the back.  The women came to play at Howling Moon. Or rather, the wolves played with them.  Those women knew the score about the supernatural world, and they knew to keep quiet about the paranormal society.
The vampiress didn’t release her grip on her prey.  Jace took his time stalking toward her.  Like most vamps, she had pale, ivory skin.  Her features were…damn, pretty perfect.  Wide eyes, high cheeks, small nose.  Her chin was pointed a little, giving her a slightly stubborn edge, but then, bloodsuckers were not exactly known to be easy going.
Neither were wolves.
She wore all black.  Tight black shirt, a very short black skirt, and those boots that oozed sex.
Sex and violence. Yeah, that was pretty much how vamps and wolves rolled.
As he closed in on her, Jace picked up her scent, separating the light perfume of her skin from the booze, sweat, and the cigarettes in the air.  The vampire smelled sweet, tempting.
Her kind always did. The better to lure their prey in for that deadly bite. But she was—
He inclined his head toward her.  “Let him go.”
“Of course.” Her voice rolled lightly, soft, sensual, but had no accent.  She dropped her hold on the wolf instantly.
Then Mike made the mistake of lunging back up and slicing at her with his claws.
Rage exploded inside of Jace, and he leapt forward even as his own claws broke from his fingertips.
Don’t hurt—
She stepped back, ducked, then shoved her fist right at the wolf’s heart.  Her punch threw Mike back against Jace.
Jace grabbed the wolf and twisted him around.  He lifted the other guy off the floor and glared at him. “I don’t remember giving you permission to attack, Mike.”
He heard the vamp’s breaths panting lightly and knew she wasn’t as controlled as she appeared. No scent of fear, not yet.
“B-bloodsucker…comin’ in here…” Mike snarled. “She can’t just…walk in…”
“I was invited here,” she said smoothly.
Still trapped in Jace’s grip, Mike twisted and glared over his shoulder. “Who the hell…would be dumb enough to invite a vampire here—”
“Your alpha.”  Her answer came with a shrug as her gaze lifted back to Jace. Then she inclined her head in the smallest of subservient gestures.  Submission. “I was told of your offer, and I’m here to accept.”
Mike’s head swung back toward him. “Jace?” His voice was stronger now. Wolves always healed fast. “What bullshit is she talking about?”
Jace slammed his forehead into Mike’s nose. Bones crunched and blood spurted even as the smaller wolf howled.  Then Jace threw the guy against the nearest wall, one that was about fifteen feet away.  When Mike crashed, he didn’t get up.
Silence. So thick it covered the whole bar. Jace stared at the vamp, trying to keep all emotion from his face.  Then, slowly, he closed the remaining space between him and the woman who was going to change everything for him.
He caught her hand and turned her palm over.  Hell, yes, the mark was there, cradled inside her left hand.  Just like he’d known it would be. A blood-red rose.
He stood close enough to see the circle of gold in her eyes. The faint gold that marked her just as her hand did. She was something far more than an ordinary bloodsucker.
She was a vampire princess.  His key to power, immortality, and she was the perfect weapon that he needed to kick the ass of the demons who’d come to town looking to wipe out his people.
Her lips parted as she stared up at him.  He glimpsed her deceptively delicate fangs.
And he caught the scent of fear as it swept through her.
She was right to be afraid.  Now that she was there, within his grasp, and he’d never let her go.
“I’m Jace.” He let her see his own fangs. “And you’re mine.”  A claim made before all the wolves in the room.  From now on, any wolf who touched her would face him—and death.
She swallowed and tilted her head back to better meet his stare. “Hello, husband.”
The wolf within growled…Mine. 


Jace is an Alpha werewolf. Mortal enemies of vampires, but faced with a new threat, demons who have been killing wolf and vamp alike, he offers a deal. Somewhere a portal has been opened, allowing the demons to escape hell. Jace has a theory that if he mates with a vampire princess (a pureblood) and drinks from her, that he could gain enough strength to close the doorway and the looming demon threat to both species. An alliance with the vamps whether temporary or permanent could only serve in both best interests, so why the heck not? Mate with the woman, end the threat. It’s easy. He only needs the vampire council to agree to the terms. So he waits … until she walks in his door.

Morganna has been thrown to the wolves- quite literally. At the urging of the council, she agrees to mate with the wolf. No one seems to have any better ideas to end the suffering at the hands of the demons so they might as well try working together – just this once. Only problem is that Jace isn’t what she has been led to believe about wolves, but neither is Morgan what Jace assumed about vampires. The two share an instant attraction and also blood. With the blood sharing comes a memory share. It isn’t an ability that wolves have ever had before, but the wolves never before drank of the creatures that viewed as filthy either. Morgan and Jace know the truth from their memory share. They also know how strong their passion is. A temporary truce isn’t going to be much of an option – especially after marking one another and claiming “mine”. 

Holy crap! I thought I really enjoyed the 3rd book in the series, which I had mistakenly read  first, but I enjoyed this one even more! Ms. Eden has a talent in this relatively unexplored world where vamp and wolf come together in a haze of lust and love. I was skeptical, even after reading the 3rd book because often times, especially when a series doesn’t spill over with common characters, it is difficult to hold the same momentum. But hold it did! Now knowing that the 1st and 3rd books are amazing, I have no doubt the other books in the series will be just as phenomenal. It is hard to connect with characters within novellas most of the time. And ultimately, these two didn’t go all that deep, but I still found myself enjoying them very much, wishing for an HEA, easily picturing everything occurring as it unfolded in the pages. Being able to assimilate into a story with so few pages is quite a feat indeed. I can’t imagine anyone who enjoys PNR, HEA’s, and especially some super erotic sensual heat, not absolutely loving these stories. They are, what I consider, quick reads with solid plots, likeable characters, and smoking hot sex. It’s made of win! Also, I just downloaded this one for FREE! I don’t know if that is always the case, but either way, you should already be on that! Get it in your TBR now! You won’t be disappointed!

Kindle version purchased for personal library

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