Tara’s night started off just like any other. In her mind, she was enjoying herself immensely. Until the moment trouble landed in front of her. It’s then everything took a turn for the worst. Things would have been fine if said trouble hadn’t decided to take a swipe at her. She’d have ignored the girl, then and there. Unfortunately, her adversary was determined in making things harder for her.

Trying to grasp the significance of what she’s come to witness, Tara isn’t sure as to what to make of it all. There’s no way werewolves can exist. That’s not how the world works. Yet she soon realizes that the world she’s always known is not quite what she’s thought it is.

Her world is further sent askew when she becomes privy to who and what she is. Being a Hunter should have a certain meaning to her. Sadly, because she was never raised to know what she is, she’s not exactly warming up the ideas others are trying to set before her. She’ll need to learn everything needs to learn as soon as possible, however, if she’s to succeed in vanquishing the evil that’s surely headed her way.

Dirty Blood captured my attention from the moment I started reading. I love the way Heather’s writing piques your interest and keeps it with every turn of the page. Tara’s life is definitely tumultuous, but it’s refreshing to see she’s doing her best to make the most of the crazy situations she seems to find herself in. There’s a lot more in store for her, and I can’t wait to see what happens next in this lovely series!

 




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I felt the air in the car begin to change as I stared back at him. It felt warm and thick, like a humid, post-rain summer day. And even though we were already touching, palm to palm, I suddenly had an intense desire to be closer to him, pressed to him. My muscles ached with it and I had to restrain myself from scooting across the seat, and wrapping my arms around his shoulders, and burying my face in his neck.

The image wouldn’t remove itself from my mind and I finally had to wrench my gaze from his to keep from acting on the impulse. I was breathing heavier, partly because of the thickness in the air and partly from wanting to touch him. I wondered if he was affected, too, but I couldn’t look at him again or I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.

His hand slid free from mine, and he started the car and busied himself with checking the rearview and easing us out of the lot. I pressed the button for the window, letting in a gust of cold air. For once, I didn’t curse the cold, and was relieved when I felt the tension melt away.

When we were on the road, Wes cleared his throat. “Well, that was …”

I lifted my head from where I’d been leaning closer to the open window and looked over at him. He was running a hand through his hair, still searching for a word to describe what had happened. He’d noticed it, too. “Different,” I finished.

He sent me a half smile. “Yeah. Definitely that.”

 

Dirty Blood by Heather Hildenbrand

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I killed a girl last night. I did it with my bare hands and an old piece of pipe I found lying next to the dumpster. But that’s not the part that got me. The part that scared me, the part I can’t seem to wrap my head around and still has me reeling, was that when she charged me, her body shifted – and then she was a wolf. All snapping teeth and extended claws. But by the time I stood over her lifeless body, she was a girl again. That’s about the time I went into shock… And that was the moment he showed up. Now, all I can do is accept the truths that are staring me in the face. One, Werewolves do exist. And Two, I was born to kill them.

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