Bleed for me (The Ashmoor Covenant #1)

Four hundred years without tasting anything. Then he smelled her from forty floors up.

Wren Kelleher cleans crime scenes for a living.

Bad rooms, worse smells, families falling apart in hallways — she’s the one still functioning when everyone else has stopped.

So when she finds a penthouse where a man died with his throat opened and there isn’t a drop of blood on the rug, she does what she always does.

She photographs it. She asks the wrong questions.

And something on the roof forty floors above her goes down on its knees in the rain.

Cassius Rook has been dead since 1626 and grey since 1811, the year the last of the Verity line was drained on a cellar floor while he held her hand and did nothing. He is the Ashmoor court’s enforcer, forty-one kills, the most reliable object in every room he stands in.

Then a woman with a bell in her blood walks into his city and the world comes back — rain, bread, cardamom, everything he lost two centuries ago — and he has four days to decide whether to protect her or open her throat before anyone else finds out what she is.

Wren has three options. Run, and buy a year. Take the court’s protection, and get a room with a window that isn’t a window. Or let a four-hundred-year-old man claim her by blood in front of eleven people who would rather she were an asset.

But her grandmother left instructions in a house at the end of a lake road. And the Verity women were never prey.

They were the wardens.

Bleed For Me is Book One of The Ashmoor Covenant, a dark vampire romance trilogy following one couple. Contains on-page violence, captivity, blood-drinking and explicit content. Ends committed, with the story continuing in Burn For Me.