The Blood Bundle, Books 1-2: Blood Singers and Blood Song (New Adult Paranormal Vampire/Shifter Romance)

The
BLOOD Bundle

Books One and Two of The Blood Series

by Tamara Rose Blodgett

The BLOOD Bundle

Books One and Two of The Blood Series

Copyright 2014 Tamara Rose Blodgett

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Dedication:

For those who love vampire, werewolf and
supernaturals all rolled into one~

Book One of The Blood Series

by Tamara Rose Blodgett

Blood Singers

Book One of The Blood Series

Copyright 2007-2012 Tamara Rose Blodgett

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Edited by Stephanie T.
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For:

The girls that keep me Sane on Shelfari (and
otherwise): Beth and Dianne

I love you guys~

Once they had eliminated the impossible,
whatever remained, however improbable, must be the truth.

~Sherlock Holmes

Julia pressed her nose to the glass, the trees a
sea of green as they rushed outside her window, her momma and
daddy's voices a low and pleasant drone from the front seat.

She hated the belt, it pressed across her neck
in an uncomfortable place, itchy and suffocating.

“Momma,” Julia whined plaintively.

Her mother's chocolate eyes appeared over the
front seat, such a contrast to the auburn hair held in her
customary pony tail.

“What is it?”

Julia worked her small finger under the belt and
said, “I hate, HATE this stupid strap! I want to take it off!”
Julia crossed her arms, huffing.

Momma sighed, unlatching her belt as she turned
in the front seat to adjust the neck restraint portion of Julia's
seatbelt. As Momma got nearer Julia smelled the special perfume
that she wore. At once Momma's scent assaulted her where it
intimately combined with the perfume she always wore.

Daddy said from the front, “Amber, sit back
down. The belt's latched, she's just going to have to deal with it
for another ten minutes.”

Julia's eyes narrowed to slits. Daddy was so
stubborn.
His
belt didn't bite into
his
neck! 'Cuz he
was a Big Man! Ugh... Julia fumed.

Momma smiled and began to turn and Julia saw
Daddy's face in profile, watching to make sure she sat down
safely.

He only took his eyes off the road for a
moment.

It was enough.

Julia saw twin beads of light bear down on their
car as an impossibly large grill came to eat them, the chrome
winking in the late afternoon light.

Daddy made a correction to the right but that
threw Momma on top of him, imprisoning their bodies in a macabre
dance, the steering wheel sandwiching them together.

As if in slow motion Julia saw her mother's face
as Amber looked at her father.

The knowledge of their impending death appeared
on their faces like an unspoken promise.

Julia screamed as the truck slammed into the car
and the belt that she hated so much whipped against her neck and
slammed her against the back seat with such force that the breath
left her small body.

She watched her parents crushed together in a
final embrace.

The metal colliding was an earthquake in her
ears and something wet and warm hit her face. She opened her eyes
and her parents were... everywhere, their blood like a blanket that
coated her face and hair.

Her brain howled, refusing to accept what was
happening. Her vision clouded. Her neck and head throbbed and her
lungs were a burning inferno with the need to scream.

The last thing she remembered was her mother's
hair entwined in the steering wheel like so much spun copper.

#

Ten Years Later

Julia stuffed her wool cap down more firmly
on her head and waded through the icy puddles on the way to her
1977 Chevy Blazer. Fall had edged into early winter and the
dampness of the rain had solidified into a dangerous sheet of
ice.

Julia had known better and instead of
wearing the latest Ugg fashion boots she'd slogged on her XtraTufs.
They had an unparalleled ugliness but did the job. She might keep
her ass in the air instead of pegged on an ice puddle by wearing
her trusty boots. She threw her backpack over one shoulder and
balanced a steaming cup of coffee in the other hand. She'd lied
through her teeth about the contents to Aunt Lily, who seemed to
think caffeine was the devil's drink. Julia smiled at that. She
thought she was done growing and besides, coffee was a mainstay of
Alaskan existence. She shuffled to the driver's side and gripped
the handle. Then her feet lost some of their purchase and she slid
to the right, her coffee sloshing out of the slit on the travel
mug.

“Shit!” Julia said, as a
couple of hot drops landed on her wrist, scalding her.

Grappling with the handle she jerked the
door open and threw her palm on the driver's seat, steadying
herself until she could heave her backpack inside.

But her breath stilled in her lungs when she
saw what waited for her.

A single rose, its tremulous form in a
beautiful, ethereal tangerine color lay inches from where her
reddened and chapped hand had slapped down.

She'd almost destroyed it while saving her
sliding butt from falling.

A smile stole over her face and she
carefully put her travel mug in the cup holder between the seats
and picked up the flower.

No note.

But she knew who had laid it there.

Her
fianc
é
, Jason.
Actually, it was a secret. Lily would have ten different kinds of
cows if she knew how serious they were.

She looked around, her breath coming in
white puffs in the crisp air. The snow having not committed itself
to falling yet, the promise still hung there in the air. It would
be like him, Julia thought, to pop up and grab her from behind,
twirling her around just as she discovered his present.

But he wasn't there.

Huh, she turned the keys and jacked up the
heat all the way. Five minutes and she'd hit the road, head to
Homer High. She was spoiled. Usually Jason picked her up but today
she had to head over to the DMV and get a stupid emissions test. It
was amazing they even allowed her to drive her gas-guzzling truck.
She sighed. Soon, she'd be with Jason.

*

school

Julia tore off her multi-colored itchy hat
as she waltzed into the school. The familiar smell of kids, books,
lunch and all the other school fragrances wafting across the air,
the chill of late fall left outside the doors.

She fluffed her champagne-colored hair,
hoping to eradicate the hat head she'd tagged herself with on the
way over.

“Hey, bestie!” Cynthia
cried.

Julia laughed, like she hadn't just spent
all day and a night last weekend with Cyn? She acted like they'd
been separated for months.

“Hey Cyn,” Julia said
slowing, letting her catch up.

As usual, Cyn was dressed to the nines. High
heels, ridiculously tight-ass pants and the latest,
off-the-shoulder top with a crazy zebra pattern. It made Julia
dizzy looking at it.

“What?” Cynthia looked at
Julia's face.

“Your top, it's like some
kind of optical illusion or something.”

“I know, right? It's
hot-hot-hot,” she snapped her fingers after each word for emphasis.
Julia rolled her eyes, there was no cure for her Fashion
Awareness.

Julia considered herself Fashion Challenged.
Yessiree. Irrefutably. Getting everything to match and be
comfortable was of utmost importance.

Of course, once Julia mentioned Cyn's shirt,
then she was honor bound to give Julia the once-over. Scanned from
the top of her head she had almost escaped the wrath when Cynthia's
gaze landed like a lead weight on her boots.

“Argh!” she shrieked in
horror. “You wore your Tufs to school again! And don't give me any
of that horse shit about how we're seniors and absolved of
everything,” she rolled her eyes dramatically, “fashion is the
exception. And those,” she waggled her fingers at Julia's offending
footwear, “are for...for...”

“Gardening only,” Jason
interjected smoothly, his arm sliding around Julia's waist. He'd
heard the XtraTufs speech before.

“Don't you defend her
either!” Cynthia lambasted him and Jason, all mock innocence said,
“Who me?” his hand to his chest.

Cynthia's eyes narrowed to slits. “You're no
help, Jason Caldwell, she could wear a shapeless sack over her
whole body and you'd still think she was gorgeous.”

“Guilty,” he said, his
forehead dipping to peck Julia's head, still fuzzy from the
hat.

Julia leaned back against his chest, her
head tucking comfortably underneath his chin and sighed. This is
where she'd wanted to be from the moment she opened her eyes.
Against him, soaking up his warmth. Letting it seep into her bones
and chase the coldness of the morning away.

Cyn snapped her fingers in front of Julia's
face, “snap out of it Jules!”

Jason laughed, Julia was known to mentally
wander. It was becoming an annoying theme lately.

“What? Cranky witch!”
Julia teased, taking a swipe at Cyn with her woolen hat.

She ducked smoothly, accustomed to Julia's
abuse. “Okay... so, did you get that English paper done we started
on Friday?”

Julia dug around in her backpack until she
found a crumpled piece of paper at the bottom and turning, she
slapped it against her locker, smoothing it with her other hand.
Jason's big hand was a warm presence on her shoulder, kneading it
softly.

“Are you kidding? Terrell
will never accept that mess,” Cynthia said, throwing out one hip
and putting a hand on the jutting point.

Julia shrugged a shoulder. “It's a rough
draft. Besides, keeping the standard low like I do assures me gravy
when I turn something in.”

Julia smiled at her awesome logic. School
just didn't appeal. It was something she survived until she could
graduate. It was Jason that was going to University of Alaska
Anchorage. He was set with a full ride.

Mr. Basketball. Julia turned to look at him
and wondered for the millionth time why he'd want her. He was so
gorgeous and she was so... her. It didn't matter that Cyn thought
she was pretty. Whatever. Cyn was her BFF, that's what they do,
cheerlead.

Julia still didn't have A Plan. She knew she
couldn't wait to get out of Aunt Lily's place and begin a life with
Jason.

Cynthia gave an elaborate roll of her eyes
and caved, saying, “You can try all your down home weasel-like
charm on Terrell while Jason and I turn in real papers. Unwrinkled
papers.” She cocked her brows up to her hairline and looping her
arm through Julia's, she dragged her to block one.