In
Blood We Trust
By Elodie Colt
Genre: Suspenseful Dystopian Romance
Release Date: April 5, 2017
Available on
Kindle Unlimited
2078.
The Future, as it was once called...
A
better time you imagine? Most would say yes.
Jordan
would say they’d switched one evil for another…
Ever
since the SDCT—the Scientific Department for Cancer Treatment—made a scientific
breakthrough, creating a cure for cancer and therefore saving billions of lives
from the cruel disease over the last few decades, the world seems to be a
better place.
But the
Cure came with a side effect.
The
Recipients need to consume human blood along with it, and as Jordan has the
rarest blood type, she needs to donate every week. To keep a tight legal
structure between Recipients and the rest of the population, the FDR—Federal
Division for Recipients—was created, making her job as Sergeant at the NYPD
hell on earth.
The
real trouble, though, begins the day she becomes burdened with a case that will
force her to extend the law to its limits. Worse still—the new Lieutenant,
Aiden Davis, has set an eye on Jordan, and it doesn’t help that he is an
unrelenting, too-hot-to-be-allowed ex-marine and more intense than she can
bear. But her past makes it impossible to get involved with anyone without
resurfacing memories of the one fateful night she desperately wants to forget.
And
when the one man she’d never wanted to lay eyes upon again—the man who had
inflicted pain on her worse than anyone could ever imagine, the man who had
drained her until there was nothing left—shows up once again, her growing
attraction toward the new Lieutenant seems to be the least of her problems…
I took a gulp of
air bracing myself for what was about to come. Sheryl knocked on the door, and
I ran my hands over my dress in an attempt to smooth out the fabric. My need
for food nearly made me sick. I hoped my stomach stayed quiet.
Patrick and
Davis lifted their heads simultaneously as we entered.
“Patrick,”
Sheryl greeted him. Her voice changed to a sweeter tone as she addressed the
newcomer. “Lieutenant Davis.”
I stood next to
Sheryl but deliberately stopped a foot behind her. Davis looked at Sheryl, but
to my surprise, his gaze never went lower than her face despite the amazing
view she provided at chest height. He gave her a short nod in greeting, neither
overly friendly nor unfriendly. I bit my lower lip. He didn’t seem like a
social kind of guy. Was that a good thing or not?
“Ah, yes,”
Patrick said, adjusting the knot of his tie before standing up. “Lieutenant
Davis, let me introduce you to my best.”
Davis raised his
eyebrows appearing surprised that Patrick was referring to two women, and it
was only then that his gaze finally fell upon me.
His eyes zoomed
in on my face, his stare penetrating me. I automatically held my breath. Then,
he raked my body head to toe with one quick but thorough glance. Fast. So fast,
I nearly missed it.
My heart did a
crazy little jump. Was he checking me out? Why would he do that when a sexy
goddess like Sheryl was standing next to me? I suddenly felt very naked, as
though he’d just stripped me down to nothing but my underwear with his intense,
unwavering stare.
Davis elegantly
rose from his chair. He was so intimidating—respect and power pouring from him
in waves—I had the urge to avert my eyes, but they appeared to be glued to his.
My headache from before was suddenly forgotten.
He stepped
around the desk closing the distance between us in a few strides. He towered
over me when he stood that close—claiming my comfort zone—his strong neck at my
eye level. I bit back the urge to step back. Or was it an impulse to step
forward? Confusing.
“Sergeant Jordan
Lively,” Patrick introduced me, oblivious to the wordless conversation that the
Lieutenant and I were having, although I wasn’t sure what exactly our silent
exchange meant. Standing that close, I could make out the color of his eyes
that continued to bore into me—deep blue with shades of turquoise that reminded
me of the sea’s hue. I remembered seeing that color printed on the old
postcards of a tropical island paradise that had been swallowed by a tsunami
decades ago. I think it had been called ‘Hawaii’ or something exotic like that.
Simply stunning.
Beautiful, drown-worthy, and unique.
His eyes flitted
back and forth between mine until stopping to rest on a particular spot. I
could read the question on his face. Everyone asked the same question when they
met me the first time: Why was there a misshaped little speck of gray next to
my left pupil whereas the rest of the eye was a regular green like the right
one? I usually gave my standard excuse: Genetic. No one knew the real truth
besides me.
As if on cue,
Davis’ gaze landed on my scarf most likely wondering why I was even wearing
one. Understandable. It was far too hot in here. I was probably the only person
in this part of the country who even owned scarves.
“A pleasure to
meet you.”
His voice
skimmed my senses, an underlying timbre I couldn’t quite decipher swinging with
it. The way the word ‘pleasure’ left his mouth sent funny vibrations through my
belly. It took me a second to realize that he’d extended his hand to shake
mine. I grasped his hand, and I swear I felt a thumb softly caress my skin
before he pulled away.
“It’s an honor,”
I managed to say before lifting my chin a little higher. I didn’t want him to
think he’d intimidated me. He stepped sideways to greet Sheryl long before his
slicing gaze left mine.
“And Detective
Sheryl Frayman,” Patrick informed.
“Welcome,
Lieutenant Davis,” Sheryl greeted him with a strong voice emanating way more
confidence.
“Thanks. Nice to
meet you.”
Polite. Nothing
more. Was I imagining it? I threw a sideways glance at Sheryl expecting to find
disappointment on her face, but instead, she smiled after Davis’ eyes found
mine again.
My heart rate
increased pounding through my eardrums. Damn, it was stifling in here. The air
conditioning must have conked out again.
“What are you
specialized in?” Davis asked, perching on the office desk and crossing his ankles.
Sheryl folded her hands in front of her but didn’t answer. Davis looked at me
expectantly. Apparently, the question was meant for me.
“Murder and
rape,” I answered. No point in sugar-coating that. I swear I saw his nostrils
flare a tiny bit. Yeah. The question wasn’t exactly one people used to reply
with ‘Really? What a great thing to do!’
“Why?” he asked.
That was a question I couldn’t possibly answer honestly. It would be a, let’s
say, extremely heavy topic to discuss during an initial meeting.
“Because it’s so
much fun,” I blurted sarcastically, quirking an eyebrow. I regretted my words
as soon as they were out of my mouth. What had gotten into me? Must have been
the low blood sugar. Sheryl’s head shot in my direction, and I could feel her
what-the-fuck-are-you-doing glare on me. I glared back, shrugging. What was an
appropriate answer here?
“Jordan!”
Patrick exclaimed in shock, but Davis didn’t seem to bother. His expression
hadn’t changed in the slightest still deeply lost in analyzing me. His stare
made the air around me even more stifling.
He smacked his
lips, the movement attracting my attention. I imagined tracing a finger over
them which was silly, really. “You’re one of the best in what you’re doing.
That only comes with a proper amount of devotion,” he stated, continuing to
study me carefully.
We were getting
into dangerous terrain. I needed a way out, so I prompted, “You mean the
satisfaction I feel when I finally put the bastard behind bars?” In all
honesty, I felt immense satisfaction when I took one of them down during an
exchange of fire. It was exhilarating, giving me the feeling I’d done the world
something good. However, that wouldn’t be the appropriate thing to say if I
wanted to stay professional. I always tried to hide my dark side as best as I
could.
“Sergeant Lively
apprehended over thirty criminals on her own last year,” Patrick threw in,
doing his best to cast a positive light on me. “She tends to work alone.”
Davis nodded in
acknowledgment, though he seemed distracted. I transferred my weight to my
other foot. God, my heels were killing me. And you couldn’t even open a window
when you were stuck on the hundredth-something floor!
Elodie
lives in the outskirts of Vienna, Austria, with her longtime boyfriend. She is
not a native English speaker, but that doesn’t keep her from putting her
fantasies on paper in that beautiful language. Never trained as a professional
writer, she started writing as a hobby, which quickly grew into an
obsession.
Elodie
has an unhealthy addiction to chocolate cookies – which is why she forces
herself to go to the gym twice a week – has a weakness for electronic music,
and in her spare time she can be found exploring movie databases for the latest
DVD releases.
Additionally,
she’s busy with reading and writing and gets easily lost in Paranormal Romance,
Urban Fantasy, Sci-Fi, and Erotica. In her own works, she likes to create rich
dystopian stories which consist of bold heroines, sexy guys, and hot
romances.
Her
biggest idol is the British author, Stephanie Hudson, author of the epic saga
“Afterlife”. Elodie secretly hopes to get the chance to meet with Stephanie one
day, and talk to her about how she created the greatest story ever
written.
The
only thing she hates about writing is that she loses all the precious time she
could spend reading the hundreds of books that are still on her to-read list.
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