As the provocative, sensual Blood Type series continues, the rare bond between Reyna and Beckham is threatened by betrayal, greed, and twisted secrets.
A desperate human. A powerful vampire. A world divided.
Reyna Carpenter was promised paradise. She was delivered into hell.
Giving up her body for money was supposed to be the hardest part of becoming a blood escort. She never expected to lose her heart to her dark, enigmatic boss, Beckham Anderson. After being taken by a depraved captor who plans to rule the world, Reyna will do anything to return to Beckham.
She just has to find the will to survive this game.
From the pawn, rises a queen.
Note: Reyna and Beckham’s story begins in Blood Type and continues in Blood Cure.
Satisfyingly Swoony, Dangerously Enthralling, and Undeniably Seductive
This addictive series is seriously going to be the death of me! Blood Match was an absolutely delicious torture. I’m honestly surprised that my heart is still beating cause I’m in complete and utter shock after that ending and died about a thousand times. If the insanely wicked cliffhanger in the previous book had me thirsting for more, the one in this is making me have the worst withdrawals and I am TOTALLY DYING. Dying for more Beckham and Reyna, for more blood, more steam, more swoons, more revenge, more suspense, more laughs, and just more of EVERYTHING!
Blood Match was a satisfyingly swoony, dangerously enthralling, and undeniably seductive read from beginning till the end. Even though it started a little slow, I loved every single moment of this book. The writing was engaging and incredibly captivating. With pulse-pounding action, thrilling suspense, juicy secrets, heartbreaking betrayals, steamy romance, and shocking twist and turns, I was on edge and completely hooked the entire time. The storyline definitely had me guessing, but I did have this really bad feeling about a certain character. I knew blood would be spilled and something really horrific would happen, but damn… I never expected that ending at all. It was cruel and sinful, but oh so good at the same time. K.A. Linde is a ridiculously brilliant writer who knows just how to torture me in the sweetest ways. Those last few moments crushed my heart, shattered my soul, sucked the life out of me and left me bleeding dry. I really hope I can survive the wait cause I want… no I NEED to know what happens next.
The romance was without a doubt one of the best part of this series. It had me feeling all kinds of swoons and there’s really no other way to say this, but I’m obsessed. I just love Reyna and Beckham together. Their chemistry and attraction go beyond lust and sexual tension. It’s more than just an addictive and all-consuming relationship. They care deeply, love passionately and would do anything to protect each other. They’re emotionally connected and so perfectly imperfect together. I adore them both as a couple and as they are and rooted for them with all my heart. I’m seriously hoping K.A. Linde gives Reyna and Becks the most epic and happiest happy ending… these two deserve nothing less.
The “Blood Type” series is my newest obsession and my absolute favorite paranormal vampire romance story. It’s riveting, suspenseful, angsty, and irresistibly enticing. Blood Match left me emotionally battered and broken and anxiously craving for Blood Cure. With so many answered questions and that excruciating ending, I’m definitely looking forward to another bloody fangtastic ride!
If you’re hungry for a sexy, dark, addictive, and thrilling adventure that will have your heart racing, then sink your teeth into this amazing series.
I received an advance reader copy from the publisher and Inkslinger via Netgalley in exchange for a fair and honest review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
“Please.” She wasn’t above begging. “I’ve waited so long.”
“I won’t bite you,” he said, his face sliding down between her legs. A fang nipped at the sensitive artery in her inner thigh. “But I bloody well want to.”
Did she even care if he bit her? It would be a relief after what she’d endured. A relief to feel that connection so acutely. But she wouldn’t press him this time. She remembered how they’d gotten carried away. He’d taken too much, drank too deeply, and she could have died. They needed to take it slow.
The blood. Not the sex. She needed that right now.
His finger slicked through her wetness and began to massage her clit. She vibrated from the sensation. She didn’t know if she’d be able to hold out before he was inside of her.
Then his eyes found hers again. His boxers disappeared and then his cock was in his hand. He massaged the length of himself as he watched her walk on a tightrope. Any second she was going to fall off and into oblivion. Nothing and no one had ever made her feel so good. No. No one had ever made her feel.
“So . . . close,” she ground out.
One powerful thrust seated him to the hilt within her. She cried out as he stretched her to the max. No warning or preamble just his cock inside of her, filling her to completion.
Her walls clenched around him. She was so close, but instinctively, she knew he wasn’t going to let her release without him.
Then he started moving. A slow pull out and a quick drive inward. Once, twice, three times.
“Not yet,” he said, his eyes commanding.
She tried to hold back. She could wait. Oh God, she could wait.
Then he started up the rhythm again. Setting his own course, owning and claiming her body. Reclaiming everything that he’d lost in that one moment of stupidity on her part. In his one moment of weakness.
She could see in his eyes the weight that loss had cost him. The toll it had taken on him for giving into his urges, for finally relinquishing his hold on himself. His eyes said he’d never do it again. His eyes were a promise.
“Becks, come with me,” she cried, clutching the sheets.
He grasped her hips and owned her body where he refused to own her blood. Taking everything she would give him, but not everything he wanted. Not everything she wanted.
She was so close. She looked in his eyes and knew they would finish together.
Reyna woke up screaming.
She jolted upright in her overly plush king-sized bed with its too many pillows and too much softness. Her hair was plastered to her face. Sweat coated her body, soaking through the thin white shirt she’d worn to bed.
Her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting and she looked around the small room. Everything was in place. Nothing had changed. Not a damn thing.
Beckham wasn’t here.
It had been a dream. A sick dream. A desperate horrible dream.
Her hand moved to her cotton panties and found the slicked wetness still there. The ache still building in her lower half from lack of release. The aftereffects of the dream. It had felt so real. So very real.
She had felt him moving inside of her. She had seen the love in his eyes. She had known his remorse.
But none of that was real.
That was her imagination at work. Conjuring his face just to torture herself with his absence. Remembering the feel of his body and the love in his eyes, only to know that he hadn’t found her. Aching for one more view of him.
It had been fifty-five days since she’d last seen his face.
Reyna made a mark in the notebook next to the bed.
A startling new vision of paranormal romance: When a human ventures into the world of vampires—a decadent milieu of blood-bonds and betrayal—she discovers that not all is what it seems.
For Reyna Carpenter, giving up her body isn’t a choice. It’s survival.
In a civilization laid waste by poverty and desperation, Reyna accepts a high-paying position with the wealthy and hungry vampire elite. Her new job is as the live-in blood escort for the intimidating, demanding, and devilishly handsome Beckham Anderson. He’s everything she expected from a vampire, except for one thing—he won’t feed off her.
Reyna soon discovers that behind Beckham’s brooding, wicked façade lies a unique and complex man. And that, in a dark and divided world, she is more valuable than she ever would have believed.
For with each passing night, Reyna can’t shake the sensation that it’s Beckham who’s afraid of her.
Note: Reyna and Beckham’s story continues in Blood Match.
The stunning conclusion to the Blood Type series finds the world in chaos and turmoil with one final battle left to determine who will survive—humans or vampires.
She had the world on her shoulders. Now she has nothing.
Reyna Carpenter was twenty-one when she became a live-in blood escort for the ruthless and darkly handsome vampire Beckham Anderson. She thought this was just a small price to pay for feeding her brothers back home.
But nothing went as planned. Not even her tumultuous relationship with Beckham. And now she wonders if anything will ever be the same again.
As she finds herself in the midst of a losing rebellion, she and her trusted friends must flee from a city conquered by the vampire elite. With their plans blown to pieces and everything they knew and loved gone, their future hangs in the balance.
Despite all she has lost, Reyna must rise from the ashes, reclaim the life that was stolen—and complete her mission, once and for all.
K.A. Linde is the USA Today bestselling author of more than fifteen novels including the Avoiding series and the Record series. She has a Masters degree in political science from the University of Georgia, was the head campaign worker for the 2012 presidential campaign at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, and served as the head coach of the Duke University dance team. She loves reading fantasy novels, geeking out over Star Wars, binge-watching Supernatural, and dancing in her spare time.
She currently lives in Lubbock, Texas, with her husband and two super adorable puppies.
I really hope you meet Reyna and Beckham and fall in love with their story. It’s honestly been such a long time since I’ve been this obsessed with a paranormal romance.
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As always, thanks for reading my review!