Title: In Blood We Trust
Author: Elodie Colt
Genre: Suspenseful Dystopian Romance
2078. The Future, as it was once called...
A better time you imagine? Most would say yes.
Jordan would say theyâd switched one evil for anotherâ¦
Ever since the SDCTâthe Scientific Department for Cancer Treatmentâmade a scientific breakthrough, creating a cure for cancer and therefore saving billions of lives from the cruel disease over the last few decades, the world seems to be a better place.
But the Cure came with a side effect.
The Recipients need to consume human blood along with it, and as Jordan has the rarest blood type, she needs to donate every week. To keep a tight legal structure between Recipients and the rest of the population, the FDRâFederal Division for Recipientsâwas created, making her job as Sergeant at the NYPD hell on earth.
The real trouble, though, begins the day she becomes burdened with a case that will force her to extend the law to its limits. Worse stillâthe new Lieutenant, Aiden Davis, has set an eye on Jordan, and it doesnât help that he is an unrelenting, too-hot-to-be-allowed ex-marine and more intense than she can bear. But her past makes it impossible to get involved with anyone without resurfacing memories of the one fateful night she desperately wants to forget.
And when the one man sheâd never wanted to lay eyes upon againâthe man who had inflicted pain on her worse than anyone could ever imagine, the man who had drained her until there was nothing leftâshows up once again, her growing attraction toward the new Lieutenant seems to be the least of her problemsâ¦
I took a gulp of air bracing myself for what was about to come. Sheryl knocked on the door, and I ran my hands over my dress in an attempt to smooth out the fabric. My need for food nearly made me sick. I hoped my stomach stayed quiet.
Patrick and Davis lifted their heads simultaneously as we entered.
âPatrick,â Sheryl greeted him. Her voice changed to a sweeter tone as she addressed the newcomer. âLieutenant Davis.â
I stood next to Sheryl but deliberately stopped a foot behind her. Davis looked at Sheryl, but to my surprise, his gaze never went lower than her face despite the amazing view she provided at chest height. He gave her a short nod in greeting, neither overly friendly nor unfriendly. I bit my lower lip. He didnât seem like a social kind of guy. Was that a good thing or not?
âAh, yes,â Patrick said, adjusting the knot of his tie before standing up. âLieutenant Davis, let me introduce you to my best.â
Davis raised his eyebrows appearing surprised that Patrick was referring to two women, and it was only then that his gaze finally fell upon me.
His eyes zoomed in on my face, his stare penetrating me. I automatically held my breath. Then, he raked my body head to toe with one quick but thorough glance. Fast. So fast, I nearly missed it.
My heart did a crazy little jump. Was he checking me out? Why would he do that when a sexy goddess like Sheryl was standing next to me? I suddenly felt very naked, as though heâd just stripped me down to nothing but my underwear with his intense, unwavering stare.
Davis elegantly rose from his chair. He was so intimidatingârespect and power pouring from him in wavesâI had the urge to avert my eyes, but they appeared to be glued to his. My headache from before was suddenly forgotten.
He stepped around the desk closing the distance between us in a few strides. He towered over me when he stood that closeâclaiming my comfort zoneâhis strong neck at my eye level. I bit back the urge to step back. Or was it an impulse to step forward? Confusing.
âSergeant Jordan Lively,â Patrick introduced me, oblivious to the wordless conversation that the Lieutenant and I were having, although I wasnât sure what exactly our silent exchange meant. Standing that close, I could make out the color of his eyes that continued to bore into meâdeep blue with shades of turquoise that reminded me of the seaâs hue. I remembered seeing that color printed on the old postcards of a tropical island paradise that had been swallowed by a tsunami decades ago. I think it had been called âHawaiiâ or something exotic like that.
Simply stunning. Beautiful, drown-worthy, and unique.
His eyes flitted back and forth between mine until stopping to rest on a particular spot. I could read the question on his face. Everyone asked the same question when they met me the first time: Why was there a misshaped little speck of gray next to my left pupil whereas the rest of the eye was a regular green like the right one? I usually gave my standard excuse: Genetic. No one knew the real truth besides me.
As if on cue, Davisâ gaze landed on my scarf most likely wondering why I was even wearing one. Understandable. It was far too hot in here. I was probably the only person in this part of the country who even owned scarves.
âA pleasure to meet you.â
His voice skimmed my senses, an underlying timbre I couldnât quite decipher swinging with it. The way the word âpleasureâ left his mouth sent funny vibrations through my belly. It took me a second to realize that heâd extended his hand to shake mine. I grasped his hand, and I swear I felt a thumb softly caress my skin before he pulled away.
âItâs an honor,â I managed to say before lifting my chin a little higher. I didnât want him to think heâd intimidated me. He stepped sideways to greet Sheryl long before his slicing gaze left mine.
âAnd Detective Sheryl Frayman,â Patrick informed.
âWelcome, Lieutenant Davis,â Sheryl greeted him with a strong voice emanating way more confidence.
âThanks. Nice to meet you.â
Polite. Nothing more. Was I imagining it? I threw a sideways glance at Sheryl expecting to find disappointment on her face, but instead, she smiled after Davisâ eyes found mine again.
My heart rate increased pounding through my eardrums. Damn, it was stifling in here. The air conditioning must have conked out again.
âWhat are you specialized in?â Davis asked, perching on the office desk and crossing his ankles. Sheryl folded her hands in front of her but didnât answer. Davis looked at me expectantly. Apparently, the question was meant for me.
âMurder and rape,â I answered. No point in sugar-coating that. I swear I saw his nostrils flare a tiny bit. Yeah. The question wasnât exactly one people used to reply with âReally? What a great thing to do!â
âWhy?â he asked. That was a question I couldnât possibly answer honestly. It would be a, letâs say, extremely heavy topic to discuss during an initial meeting.
âBecause itâs so much fun,â I blurted sarcastically, quirking an eyebrow. I regretted my words as soon as they were out of my mouth. What had gotten into me? Must have been the low blood sugar. Sherylâs head shot in my direction, and I could feel her what-the-fuck-are-you-doing glare on me. I glared back, shrugging. What was an appropriate answer here?
âJordan!â Patrick exclaimed in shock, but Davis didnât seem to bother. His expression hadnât changed in the slightest still deeply lost in analyzing me. His stare made the air around me even more stifling.
He smacked his lips, the movement attracting my attention. I imagined tracing a finger over them which was silly, really. âYouâre one of the best in what youâre doing. That only comes with a proper amount of devotion,â he stated, continuing to study me carefully.
We were getting into dangerous terrain. I needed a way out, so I prompted, âYou mean the satisfaction I feel when I finally put the bastard behind bars?â In all honesty, I felt immense satisfaction when I took one of them down during an exchange of fire. It was exhilarating, giving me the feeling Iâd done the world something good. However, that wouldnât be the appropriate thing to say if I wanted to stay professional. I always tried to hide my dark side as best as I could.
âSergeant Lively apprehended over thirty criminals on her own last year,â Patrick threw in, doing his best to cast a positive light on me. âShe tends to work alone.â
Davis nodded in acknowledgment, though he seemed distracted. I transferred my weight to my other foot. God, my heels were killing me. And you couldnât even open a window when you were stuck on the hundredth-something floor!
Elodie lives in the outskirts of Vienna, Austria, with her longtime boyfriend. She is not a native English speaker, but that doesnât keep her from putting her fantasies on paper in that beautiful language. Never trained as a professional writer, she started writing as a hobby, which quickly grew into an obsession.
Elodie has an unhealthy addiction to chocolate cookies â which is why she forces herself to go to the gym twice a week â has a weakness for electronic music, and in her spare time she can be found exploring movie databases for the latest DVD releases.
Additionally, sheâs busy with reading and writing and gets easily lost in Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, Sci-Fi, and Erotica. In her own works, she likes to create rich dystopian stories which consist of bold heroines, sexy guys, and hot romances.
Her biggest idol is the British author, Stephanie Hudson, author of the epic saga âAfterlifeâ. Elodie secretly hopes to get the chance to meet with Stephanie one day, and talk to her about how she created the greatest story ever written.
The only thing she hates about writing is that she loses all the precious time she could spend reading the hundreds of books that are still on her to-read list.
4/5/2017 05:10:17 pm
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