Narrator: Caitlin Elizabeth
Series: Blood Type #2
Published by Loveswept on June 26, 2018
Genres: Paranormal Romance
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I received this book for free from Tour Group in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
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.
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Blood Match by K.A. Linde picks up where Blood Type left off. I was shocked at the ending of Blood Type and was so anxious to dive into Blood Match. I would say Blood Type ended on a cliffhanger.
In Blood Match we find Reyna in a very bad position. She is saved by Elle but is constantly stressed by what she went through, suffering a serious case of PTSD. Reyna also saves another woman who is being tested on in the labs who is truly having a difficult time adjusting.
The story moves a bit slow. We do deal with Beckham and his alliances. Also with his situation with Penelope. There is a great scene where Becks stands up to Penelope but unfortunately that starts the story down a horrible ordeal.
Blood Match also sets up characters in different ways and the future of some important Elle characters is in jeopardy. I’m sure after this installment, the whole organization is going to be in trouble. The ending had me SO frustrated and in tears. It is also a bit of a cliffhanger. Elle, main characters, everything is left hanging in the balance. I absolutely must know what happens. There is no way this can end like this. Oh my God, I just went to Goodreads, hoping to read the blurb for book three. There is no blurb. This is killing me. I must know!
I found Blood Match touch and go. Slow in a lot of areas except when we hit a view good adrenaline spots. The build up to the action kept me reading in suspense, so I didn’t get too bored on the slow spots. I just can’t get over the ending. It is burned in my brain and my curiosity is going to drive me nuts. I do recommend this series, but I do warn the romance is at some times touch and go and can be kind of frustrating. A lot of the issues work themselves out in Blood Match, but I at times felt frustrated with the hero.
Blood Match Excerpt
“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.