Hello there! I’m Bree, one half of the paranormal romance writing duo of Moira Rogers, and I’m on a wild and crazy blog tour talking about dangerous men and the women who love them. And I’m not just talking about their heroines—I mean all the women who love them, including those of us who read & write about them! That’s why I’m here with an excerpt from Keeping Company With Bloodhounds, a book that gives all the dirty details about those dangerous warriors. (Even if it only exists in the fictional world of the Bloodhounds.)
An instructive guide on Bloodhounds wouldn’t be complete without talking about what makes them more than just men. In our Bloodhounds series, the hounds are genetically modified super-soldiers with impressive strength and quick healing.
That’s all they were ever supposed to be, but mad scientists using alchemy they didn’t understand resulted in a few…unfortunate side-effects. Instead of creating super-soldiers to fight the vampires, the scientists created a different sort of monster–one whose basest impulses are tied to the phases of the moon. Any smart person would be wary…but some of us don’t mind a little monster in our man, huh?
CHAPTER SIX – THE FULL MOON: A MONSTER REVEALED
With regards to our bloodhounds, there is a situation, dear reader, in which one may endeavor—nay, hope—never to find one’s self. While most instructive guides of this nature tend to skip, shall we say, right to the meat of the matter (the new moon, naturally), I feel it behooves us to first examine the subject of the full moon.
It is, of course, during this three-day period when the moon is ripest that a hound epitomizes his purpose as the Guild intended. He is literally more beast than man, transformed from his human self into a furred, bipedal creature in possession of deadly fangs and claws, very much resembling many of the Eastern European legends of the werewolf. Any vampire unfortunate enough to cross a hound’s path during the full moon will likely have mere seconds during which to bemoan his bad luck, for every account given of the frenzy which overtakes a hound during the hunt is awesome and terrible, indeed.
Most bloodhounds spend this time in seclusion. Those close enough to the border to warrant will often schedule trips to the Deadlands, rooting out nests of vampires and ghouls upon which to slake their lust for blood and death. Needless to say, this is not time most hounds would consider devoting to company of any sort, much less to the entertainment of young ladies. It is simply too dangerous to contemplate.
Should you, dear reader, ever find yourself in the presence of a bloodhound during his full moon frenzy, I suggest you react as you would when faced with any menacing animal—remain calm and slowly remove yourself from line of sight.
And, for the love of all that is Holy, do not run.
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