The Blood Bundle, Books 1-2: Blood Singers and Blood Song (New Adult Paranormal Vampire/Shifter Romance)

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the seat, putting her knees up
on the seat in front of her and looked out the window. As she gazed
through the filthy glass the bus pulled away in a plume of noxious
exhaust, leaving the depot for parts unknown.
    Julia shut her eyes, remembering.
    *
    Jason kicked open the door and it slammed
against the wall. Julia shrieked laughter as he crossed the
threshold, her dress swirling around their bodies. He slapped it
closed behind them and dumped her on the bed.
    She almost bit her tongue she was laughing
so hard, but managed not to by a slim margin.
    They'd had fake ID's and had quite a bit to
drink and Jason was stubbornly hanging onto the notion that they
could wait one more night until they were in their new apartment in
Anchorage.
    “ I don't want our first time to be in a seedy
motel in Vegas, Jules,” he'd said, dragging his lips down her neck
in a path to her collarbone, then pressing them against her mouth
again. The pearls getting in the way of his mouth, he moved them
aside with a finger and lavished her with his attention.
    Julia didn't care that it was seedy. She
pulled him down into the cradle of her body.
    Her husband.
    It had a surreal quality, she tried to grab
onto the newness of it but it slid through the fingers of her mind
like smoke.
    He smiled down at her, his tie askew, his
muscular arms pressing her to him.
    He nuzzled her neck, “No,” he whispered. “We
wait until we are in our home.” Jason wanted everything to be
perfect for her, she was worth it. No booze to interrupt the
clarity, their own digs. Yeah.
    Julia sighed with frustration. “I had
awesome lingerie!”
    He raised an eyebrow. “Cyn?”
    Julia caved. “Yeah, it was her idea.” She
smiled sheepishly.
    “ But you still bought it?”
    She nodded, blushing. Just thinking about
the skank-ensemble Cyn had given the nod to made her flushed with
embarrassment.
    “ Wow, it must be hot, judging by that look,”
he searched her face, running a tender finger over her cheekbone,
on fire with her thoughts.
    “ We have the rest of our lives. Let me hold
you next to me all night. That'll be a first, along with a ton of
other stuff.”
    They grinned at each other.
    Julia thought she could live with that one
thing. Patience, she thought.
    But they didn't have the rest of their
lives.
    It was her biggest regret. She'd never been
with Jason.
    Even once.
    *
    Julia woke with a start, darkness all around
her. She was completely disoriented and swallowed the scream that
rose in her throat as someone leaned over her, gently shaking her
shoulder.
    It was just the bus driver. Her memories came
flooding back.
    Escape.
    No money.
    Going nowhere.
    “We're here,” he said softly.
    Julia rubbed her eyes. “What time is it?” she
croaked out, her voice rusty after sleeping so hard.
    He looked at the humungous watch on his wrist
and said, “Straight up five o'clock.” He looked at her,
straightening. “My shift's done and we've traveled my whole route.
Twice. This is the end of the road.”
    Julia looked up at the sign that read, Valley
Bus Transport. Welcome to Kent.
    “Where is this?”
    He looked around. “It's Kent,” he pointed to the
sign. “Outside Seattle.”
    Julia had familiarized herself with the Seattle
region and understood immediately the driver had just kept her safe
and warm in the bus while she slept part of the night away, driving
in a big circle.
    She stood, looking at him. “Thank you.”
    He nodded. “You got a place to go?”
    She shook her head.
    “I can give you a ride to a woman's
shelter.”
    Woman's shelter? Is that what he thought she
needed? He watched her expressions wash over her face and slowly
nodded. “Yeah, I think you're running. I think you're running from
a man.”
    No, not a man, she thought. But it was close
enough.
    He didn't want to know what she was running
from.
    “It's a deal,” she said, deciding to take her
chances with the human.
    It was better than the alternative.
    She walked out of the bus with

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