Crimson Rush: A Vampire Romance

More than half of the story was too similar to the Sookie Stackhouse series.

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It was a little disappointing, it felt like I was reading fan fiction and partially rereading Sookie's story. I wonder if the following books in this series are better and more original I downloaded this book for free on my Kindle and I must say that it wasn't bad so yes, I would recommend this book but only if it's free or ninety-nine cents The Light can overcome the Dark. You can read through this chapters in a breeze. Good story and Hot Romance. But almost feels like a carbon copy of the True Blood series that's missing some key characters. I have read most of Ms Kennedy's books and was pleased to see a new book by her.

I read this in one sitting but was left a bit baffled at the end. This is about a woman who discovers that there is other things out there when her friend Max takes a drug for vampires called rush. Through her uncle and his vampire 'friend' she meets an old vampire Marcus who is a true 'bad' vampire no sparkly skin or animal blood here. Throughout this she discovers she is part of the supernatural world and that she is who Marcus has been looking for. All good up to this point, great pace and story, but then it just seems to stop.

They're on a beach and then. The rating is me assuming this is book 1 of a story and the fact that until the last 5 pages had be turning page after page. I have found in the past this to be a problem with Ms Kennedy's books. The end gets wrapped up too quickly, but this was extreme even for her. A shame but so long as it's a part 1, shouldn't be a problem.

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Their roars of aggression reverberated in the confined space. Elijah, hunched by the low roof, pulled back his fist and swung. The impact knocked the pilot into the cyclic stick, shoving it forward. The nose of the helicopter dove, hurtling them toward the ground. Adrian lunged, tackling the vampress with a midsection hit and smashing her through the cockpit window. He punched into her rib cage, rending flesh and splintering bone. Fisting her pounding heart, he bared his teeth in a smile. His wings snapped open in a burst of iridescent white tipped in crimson.

Like a parachute deploying, the thirty-foot expanse halted his descent with teeth-rattling abruptness, ripping the beating organ free of the writhing vampire. She plummeted to the earth, trailing acrid smoke and ash as she disintegrated. In his hand, the heart still pumped, spurting viscous blood before losing life and bursting into flame.

He crushed the fleshy organ into a pulpy mass, then tossed it aside. It fell in burning embers, billowing away in a glittering cloud. Tucking his wings in close, Adrian dove toward the aircraft. One lycan peered out the windowless cockpit, his face blanched and eyes glowing green. Jason shot out of the damaged helicopter like a bullet. He circled back, his dark gray and burgundy wings a racing shadow across the sky.

Wisely, Jason banked and came around. Knowing the beasts would need to be spurred through their innate terror of heights, Adrian compelled the one standing in the cockpit. The angelic resonance of his voice rumbled across the desert like thunder, demanding undeniable obedience. Mindlessly, the lycan tumbled into the open sky.

Elijah needed no compulsion. Exhibiting remarkable courage, the guard launched himself from the doomed aircraft in an elegant dive. Adrian swooped under him, grunting as the muscle-heavy lycan slammed onto his back.

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They were mere feet away from the ground, close enough that the beating of his massive wings sent sand twisting upward in spiraling gusts. The helicopter hit the desert floor a heartbeat later, exploding into a roiling tower of flames that could be seen for miles. Lindsay Gibson spotted him at her boarding gate during a cursory surveillance of her immediate perimeter. Arrested by his raw sensuality, she slowed to a halt in the middle of the concourse.

A low whistle of appreciation escaped her. Perhaps her luck was finally turning around. From the looks of it, she had barely made her rebooked flight, if the number of passengers standing by the gate was any indication. He paced sinuously along the edge of the waiting area, his long jeans-clad legs maintaining a precisely controlled stride.

His thick black hair was slightly overlong, framing a savagely masculine face. A cream-colored V-neck T-shirt stretched over powerfully ripped shoulders, hinting at a body worthy of completing the package. Lindsay pushed a lock of rain-damp hair back from her forehead and cataloged every detail. Unadulterated sex appeal—this guy had it.

He moved without looking, yet unerringly avoided a man who cut through his path. A drop of rainwater slid down her neck. The cool, slow trickle heightened her physical awareness of the guy she was devouring with her gaze. Behind him, the view of the tarmac revealed a gloomy gray late-afternoon sky. Sheets of rain pelted the windows framing the terminal. It had been sunny when she landed, then began pouring buckets shortly after.

Today, however, there was a morose quality to the weather. A weight of melancholy, or mourning. And she was empathetic. As long as she could remember, the wind had spoken to her. Whether it shouted through a storm or whispered through stillness, it always conveyed its message. Not in words, but in feelings. Her dad called it her sixth sense and he went out of his way to act as if it was a cool quirk to have instead of something freakish. That inner radar drew her to the luscious man by her gate as much as his looks did. There was a brooding air about him that reminded her of a brewing storm gathering strength.

She was strongly attracted to that quality in him. She was hit with the sensation of being buffeted by the wind, the gusts whipping through her hair. But there was none of the chill. Only heat and seductive humidity. Lindsay held his stare for an endless moment, riveted by the drawing pull of brilliant azure irises, eyes that were as tumultuous and ancient as the fury of the weather outside.

Inhaling sharply, she turned and walked to a nearby gourmet pretzel shop, giving him the opportunity to chase her obvious interest. She knew instinctively that he was a man who pursued. She reached the counter and glanced up at the menu. The smell of warm, yeasty bread and melted butter made her mouth water. The last thing she needed before sitting on her ass for another hour straight was a carbohydrate bomb like a giant pretzel. Then again, maybe the rush of serotonin would soothe nerves jangled by the sensory input from the large number of people around her.

He reached around her and she breathed in his exotic scent. Just earthy, virile male. Crisp and pure, like air cleansed by a rainstorm. It was too bad she was wearing her oldest pair of jeans, a loose T-shirt, and army-issue jungle boots. He really was way out of her league, from the movie-star good looks to the Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist.

Lindsay had a visceral response to his touch. Her breath caught and the tempo of her heartbeat accelerated. Up close, he was devastating. Both fiercely masculine and terrifyingly beautiful. He reached down and caught her luggage tag with long, elegant fingers. His eyes were the most unusual shade of blue. Like the vivid cerulean at the heart of a flame.

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Set within olive skin and framed by thick dark lashes, they were mesmerizing. He raked her from head to toe with a searing glance. Her body responded to the provocation. Her breasts swelled; everything else softened. A woman would have to soften for him, because there was nothing remotely yielding about his body. From the sculpted definition of his shoulders and biceps to the chiseled features of his face, every angle was sharp and precise. Heated by the thought, Lindsay caught the extension handle of her suitcase.

Or are you traveling for business?

She moved to the pickup counter. He followed at a more sedate pace, but there was something inherently determined about the way he came after her.

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His pre-dacity sent a shiver of expectation through her. Her luck had definitely changed—her final destination was Anaheim, too. The velvety resonance to his voice engaged her interest further. He was charismatic and magnetic, two qualities that made short-term relationships memorable. She accepted the bag and soda the clerk passed to her. The calling of their flight number drew her attention back to the gate. A short delay was announced, causing the waiting passengers to shift restlessly. Adrian never took his eyes from her. Lindsay walked with him over to the seating area. She canvassed the vicinity again, taking brief note of the numerous women following Adrian with their gazes.

The sense of him being a leashed tempest was no longer so overwhelming, while outside the rain had abated to a heavy drizzle. The correlation was intriguing. Her ferocious reaction to Adrian Mitchell and his unique ability to set off her inner weather radar cemented her decision to get closer to him. Anomalies in her life always bore greater investigation.

No one was meeting her. Withdrawing a business card, he held it out to her. Tell them who I am and how to reach me. She had a strong personality and needed the same in return, or she took the lead. Docile men were fine in certain situations, but not in her personal life. He caught her hand; his fingertips teased her palm.

He could have been stroking between her legs, given how aroused she became from that simple touch. He watched her with an almost tangible sexual heat, dark and intense. As if he knew what her hot buttons were. Holding him captive, she reached for his business card with her other hand.

Her blood was thrumming through her veins, roused by the excitement of such an immediate, unruly attraction. Then you came along. Lindsay reluctantly released him and accepted the phone, even though she had her own. Setting her soda on the worn carpet, she stood. Adrian rose with her. He was affluent, elegant, mannered, solicitous, and drop-dead gorgeous. Maybe the crowded terminal was provoking her sharp senses. Or maybe they just had a combustible sexual compatibility.

While she was occupied, Adrian walked to the gate counter. And why are you still in Phoenix? He just seems like the kind of guy who could use a little resistance. She assessed Adrian from the back, taking advantage of the opportunity to check him out while his attention was diverted. The rear view was as impressive as the front, revealing a powerful back and a luscious ass.

He actually guards his privacy pretty fiercely. He lives on some kind of compound in Orange County. I saw it on a television special once. The media keeps tabs on him because the public has a fascination with aviators. Better yet, meet a hot chick and have her cook for you. Adrian approached with a ghost of a smile.