Her Billionaire, Her Wolf - Blood Will Tell

Part 3 of Her Billionaire, Her Wolf:


A brother, long believed dead, comes within a sword's stroke of fratricide in a dark dungeon. He is a man driven by tragedy, yet family ties are not strong enough to sway him from his endless hunt.


A lonely woman learns what it is to truly submit to the will of her master. In faith and desperation, she gives of herself freely not knowing that a demon from her past has been resurrected and given the means to find her once again.


A wolf is forced to confront the curse that hounds him without ceasing night and day. In a voice of dust and ashes, the answer he is given is one of merciless, wicked betrayal.


And vampires flock to the call of a monster and its sinister machinations. Like a twisted puppet master, it shall decide the fates of one and all.


18,000 words

An excerpt:



“I don’t know him anymore, Sara. I was only six years old when...when we were separated.”


“You mean when you were both told the other one was dead,” she replied, wondering to herself how any father could have done such a thing to his own sons.


“It doesn’t matter, Braze. He’s your brother, after all.” Sara tried not to sound too overbearing, but the two men had barely spoken a word between them since leaving the château.


“Half brother,” Braze said, “And, I will speak with him. In time. But for now, allow me to bask in the calm I feel at the moment.”


He nuzzled into her hair and kissed the nape of her neck, then said, “I don’t understand how or why, but since Clement’s arrival, I have known my first real peace in over five years.


“You must understand...I would go to that restaurant in search of silence, and then later, I went there because of you. But, now, I find it here, of all places, and to say that it is greatly desirable is saying too little.”


Braze had gone back to speaking in his strange, riddling way. As always, Sara had the feeling that he was speaking of two things at once, and the meaning on the surface was not the important one.


The mere idea of it, going to a crowded, noisy restaurant in search of calm, was preposterous when he had at his disposal an entire skyscraper with any number of empty offices behind armored glass windows and sound proofed walls. What he was saying made no sense, and not for the first time, Sara felt that this was a man living in a rarefied environment that lesser mortals simply could not understand. Not anymore than they understand the lives of fish living so deeply under the sea that the immense pressures would crush any normal living creature.

Will I ever understand this man?


Sara knew, though, that it did not matter. Understanding him, or not, she had given herself over to him in every sense of the word.


“Go to him in my place, Sara. Show him what it is that I see in you.”


Braze kissed her shoulder then moved to her jawline.


“Let him tell you how he came to find me...and why. Above all, why. And, I shall take some time for myself and sleep a dreamless sleep where voices do not come to speak in the words of the dead.”


Cryptic as ever, Braze released her and Sara got to her feet and started gathering up her clothes.


“Fine. I’ll go have a chat with Clement, but you had better come out and join in once you’ve had your quiet time.”


She turned to look at him, waiting for yet another puzzling remark from the enigmatic man. Instead, his eyes were closed and his chest rose and fell with the rhythm of a man well and truly at peace.


Sara smiled, looking down at him as she dressed, then tiptoed from the room.