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Blood Ruse

A Blood Errant Adventure

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Saving human women from bandits is all in a night's work for these four chivalrous immortals. Too bad the gutsy damsels believe they're the enemy.

The Blood Errant are famous heroes. Or infamous heretics, depending on who you ask. The threat of getting burned at the stake doesn't stop them from doing good deeds for mortals.

When they learn that bandits threaten Bonata's Inn, they vow to save her business, a haven for independent women. But they can't show their fangs to the charming locals. In a daring trick, they pose as human guests. While they lie in wait for the bandits, they'll have to fend off the mortals' suspicions—and resist the temptation to drink their blood.

The Blood Errant soon realize the bandits have magic that can challenge even their ancient power. But if the women of the inn see through their disguise, their allies will be more dangerous than their enemies.

Blood Ruse is a romantic adventure fantasy full of action, magic, and twists that will keep you turning pages. If you're a fan of the Blood Grace series, you'll love this spinoff about your favorite Hesperine side characters. Journey into their past, joining Apollon, Nike, Ioustin and Methu on their adventures in battle and misadventures in love.

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Teaser

The soldier stared at the Hesperines. Apollon met his gaze benignly, his fingers on his hammer haft where the weapon rested at his feet under the table.

“Goddess bless,” the soldier said. “Tisena, do you know who they are?”

“I suppose some introductions are in order.” Tisena put a hand on Apollon’s shoulder, then gestured to his niece and Ritual sons in turn. “Apollon, Nike, Ioustin, and Methu.”

The soldier’s gaze lingered on Nike’s black, knee-length fighting robe, on Ioustin’s vivid red hair, on Methu’s deep brown countenance, but especially on their weapons.

The soldier gave his head a shake. “The Victory Star, the Blood-Red Prince, the Midnight Champion.” His gaze returned to Apollon, and he studied Apollon’s mane of blond curls. “And the Lion of Orthros.”

Apollon set his hammer on the table where the man would see it, so gently not a piece of Tisena’s fine ceramics clinked. Her hand tightened on his shoulder.

Nike looked the soldier up and down. “You are aware of our reputation.”

The man’s gaze lingered on her. “You’re the Blood Errant. Mistress Tisena, you have invited Orthros’s finest to swat at our little bandit problem.”

“They’re friends of mine.” Tisena all but caressed Apollon’s shoulder as she stepped away and began to fill tankards from a keg.

“Swatting little bandits is fun,” Nike said.

“No problem is too large or too small for the Blood Errant,” Ioustin agreed.

Methu assured the mortals, “We are happy to serve.”

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