Fancy a little sneak peak of a novel? Of course you do. Today I have the lovely Zoe's novel Blood Bank. The blurb is awesome and honestly I can't wait to grab a copy of this book myself.
Benjamin is a programmer moonlighting as a security guard at Dystopia, a seedy club that caters to the down-and-outs, the desperates, the addicts. He's been building his reputation, saving for a way out - but when he rescues a young woman from the nearby estate, he may just have stepped too far out of line...
Lucy is ordinary; a girl with a deadbeat boyfriend, a normal life and college studies. But when her world takes an odd twist, she starts to wonder about the people she's meeting, the situations she's in, the odd aversions and attacks happening around her. They're just coincidences...aren't they?
And Zack is in deep trouble. He's losing his girlfriend, drowning in debt, and has dwindling job prospects - and that's not the worst of it. His debt is to people who won't ever forget it, and who want the things closest to Zack's heart: his blood - and his life.
In the heart of Swindon, an ancient order hides in plain sight, spreading their influence through the streets like a disease. But despite their widespread power they are catching up with the modern world: the vampires are going online, and the Order is about to become more powerful than even they would have dreamed...
The priest’s laughter filled the car. The smell of the blood and gore on his otherwise immaculate white alb was sickening.
The thick, coppery tang on his breath was too much for Zach; he flung open the car door and vomited onto the tarmac. The laughter stopped dead.
“What a pathetic excuse for a human being you truly are, Zachary,” the priest intoned. With the hood back, Zach could see the bone-whiteness of the priest’s skin contrasting sharply with his dark, steely grey eyes and claret lips. His hair was a thick salt and pepper combination that had been expertly styled, and a small gold cross adorned his right earlobe. The impeccable smoothness of his skin argued with the grey in his hair, and as neither won he remained an ageless being. He was a striking figure, undeniably handsome in his own way, and Zach had no doubt that stripped of his robes of office, his looks would unlock all sorts of doors that he didn’t even want to contemplate. It must be so easy for him.
Zach wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve, and twisted his body back around into the car. He didn’t dare look anywhere other than straight ahead. He left the door hanging open, in two minds as to which was worse: the blood fumes flowing out, or the vomit fumes flowing in.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” he whispered, his throat hoarse from the retching. “What do you want? Group’s not ’til tomorrow and I–”
“I’m perfectly well aware when Group is,” the priest replied, his voice pouring over Zach like liquid concrete. “As for what I want, I don’t believe you’re in any position to be asking, are you, Zachary? I call, you come. You do exactly as I say, and maybe, maybe you get to go home again – if you prove satisfactory. I own you, Zachary. Remember that.”
“Like I could forget!” Zach near-wailed, loathing the self-pity in his voice. The priest honed in on it instantly.
“Let’s not feel too sorry for ourselves. Let’s remember whose fault it is that you’re in this predicament, Zachary. And who’s being shown a remarkable kindness in being permitted to pay off his considerable debts.” He turned in his seat and stared hard at Zach, eyes burning with malice. Zach’s words caught in his throat the first time, but on the second try they came out in a desperate whisper.
“My fault, Father. Your kindness.”
“Precisely! Shall we?”