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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)

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He’d do anything to protect her. She just wants him to stay.

Daniel Boucher has waited over a century to find his fated mate. The moment he hears Rosemary Whitlock’s voice, he knows—she’s it. Smart, capable, and already entangled in vampire affairs, Rosemary is nothing like the fragile human he expected. But with mates being hunted and war brewing in the shadows, Daniel will do whatever it takes to protect her, even if that means keeping her at a distance.

What he doesn’t see is how much that distance is tearing them apart.

Rosemary isn’t new to this world. With mated vampire-human godparents and a lifetime of witnessing what real bonded partnerships look like, Daniel’s sudden disappearances feel less like protection and more like rejection. She’s not the type to sit back and wait to be rescued—and she won’t let herself be left behind.

As the Bouchers close in on a deadly truth, love and loyalty are tested from every side. And if Daniel and Rosemary can’t bridge the growing rift between them, their bond may not survive what’s coming.

Is fate enough to hold them together when everything else is pulling them apart?

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PROLOGUE

Istared at the small dip in the sheet between my baby brother’s head and torso. It didn’t matter that his body was shielded from view. Everyone in the room knew what had been done to his body.

Ezekiel had been tortured. Slowly. Agonizingly. Ripped into pieces like a slab of meat.

My baby brother, who’d driven me crazy since the moment he could crawl, was gone. He’d never again steal my motorcycle and bring it back beaten to hell. He’d never call me over and over again until I agreed to go with him to Egypt or India or Amsterdam on a whim. He’d never steal the edge piece of my mother’s brownies off my plate again, never tackle me from behind on the sparring mats, never grin at me mischievously right before he did something completely unhinged.

I wasn’t sure what death entailed. No one was. It was impossible to know if the end came quickly, like a snap of the fingers, or if it took a while, like drifting to the center of a lake when your raft came unmoored, but whichever it was, I prayed that it had been peaceful. Zeke deserved that much after what he’d gone through.

It felt as if a piece of me had been torn away, and the space left empty gaped wide, the edges ragged.

Rage on a level that I’d never felt before rose in my chest until it felt like I could open my mouth and breathe fire. The room flickered, a red haze clouding my vision for a moment and then disappearing again.

My brother Chance gripped my bicep, giving it a squeeze in warning.

“You have all that you need from him?” my father asked the commandant of Vampire Command.

I’d fought for Arthur Carruthers for years. Bled for him. Killed for him. I’d answered every call and followed every order.

Now, I could barely look at him.

I was done.

I ignored Arthur’s response and everything that followed as I put one foot in front of the other, following my father and brothers out of the morgue. It took every piece of focus I had to climb the stairs and walk through the nondescript building, passing the Vampires working their administrative jobs like the world hadn’t just crashed down around us.

They’d known Zeke had been captured. I would’ve bet every dollar in my accounts that they’d been on their little computers, their fingers flying over their keyboards, searching for any kind of information that would help them get my brother back. They’d analyzed the odds, called in favors, searched records for his team’s strengths and weaknesses, and planned and replanned the rescue mission.

But not one of them had called any of his brothers.

I wished every one of them dead.

The flight home was a blur, and the freedom I usually felt with my hands on the controls and nothing but air and space around me was absent. The only thing I felt was relief that I was closed into the cockpit, away from the grief of the others.

I already knew how things would play out. My mother’s devastation would be overwhelming. My father’s rage would rattle the earth. Ambrose would grow more protective and desperate to find answers. Beau’s disillusionment with the world would grow, and he’d become more distant than he already was. Chance would be unable to contain his need to say the most offensive thoughts that popped into his head, an impulse he’d barely contained before.

None of them would recover. None would ever be the same.

I would have to be the calm in the center of the storm.

I was used to that.

I was the easygoing brother. The hard-to-rattle brother. The kind brother, the friendly brother, the never-caused-a-moment’s-worry brother.

Since the day I turned six years old, I’d trained myself to be all of those things.

I used the silence around me to find the peace I needed. By the time we touched down on the private landing strip at home, I had pushed down every bit of emotion, every agonizing vision of what Zeke had gone through, the urge for vengeance, and the pulsating rage into a small box in the back of my mind.

Only a hundred years of conditioning kept that box from breaking open as I stepped through the cockpit door and realized what my brothers were discussing.

“Do we really believe that this wasn’t a targeted blow?” Chance asked, his eyes landing on each of us quickly, like he couldn’t figure out where to look.

“Fuck no,” Beau replied darkly. “They knew what they were doing.”

“They were trying to figure out what would kill him,” I said quietly. It was the only thing that made sense. “Worked their way through⁠—”

“Enough,” my father barked, his hand slashing through the air. “That’s enough.”

It felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the plane. My ears rang.

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Advertisement Blood & Bond (The Bouchers #2) Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn http://www.books2020.com/blood-bond-the-bouchers-2-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Thu, 25 Sep 2025 16:03:19 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/blood-bond-the-bouchers-2-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Nicole Jacquelyn Series: The Bouchers Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)

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A bond neither asked for. A war they never saw coming.

Ambrose Boucher isn’t looking for love—he’s looking for blood. After the brutal murder of his younger brother, vengeance is all that fuels him. Step track down the mysterious mate his brother died protecting. Step burn the shadowy organization behind it all to the ground. But fate has other plans. Instead of Zeke’s mate, Ambrose finds his own—and she’s the last person ready to believe in destiny.

Lucille Franklin knows exactly what being a vampire’s mate means. She watched her brother fall headfirst into a bond that was beautiful… until it turned tragic. With vampires being hunted and their mates targeted, Lucy swore she’d never let herself get pulled into that world. But Ambrose is impossible to ignore—relentless, dangerous, and already tangled in the grief that nearly broke her once before.

As the Bouchers dig deeper into a deadly conspiracy, Lucy and Ambrose are forced to rely on a bond she never wanted and a connection he can’t control. But when enemies close in and secrets unravel, trusting each other might be the only way to survive.

Can a love forged in loss be strong enough to rewrite fate—or will history repeat itself in blood?

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Ambrose

The room smelled like death. Even the chemicals they used to clean and the little air freshener in the corner couldn’t hide it. A morgue smelled like dead bodies. It was impossible to make it smell like anything else.

I stared blankly at the body draped in a clean white sheet.

Logically, I knew that they hadn’t made a mistake. They knew what my baby brother looked like. They had records of his DNA and fingerprints. Vampire Command didn’t make those kinds of errors. They wouldn’t have brought us all the way there if they hadn’t been sure.

I still couldn’t make myself believe it.

There were pieces of him on that table, lined up like they were about to sew him back together again. It was revolting, abhorrent, and there was no need. They weren’t hiding anything by placing him that way. They weren’t helping anything. Every single one of us could see that our youngest brother—my father’s youngest son—had been chopped up like meat about to be sent to a butcher.

“You know who did this?” my father asked, his voice hoarse.

“Strike Team Three eliminated all of them,” the commandant replied. He sounded nervous. Good. “It took them less than a day to get back into the compound.”

“Why weren’t we informed?” I ground out. We should’ve known the moment he’d been taken.

The commandant’s face paled. “It was a fluid situation.”

“Bullshit,” I replied flatly.

“How much less than a day?” my brother, Chance, asked angrily. “A fucking hour? You can’t tell me this didn’t take a while.”

I forced myself to unclench my fists. Killing the commandant of the United States Vampire Command wouldn’t bring my brother back, even if it would feel really fucking good for a few moments.

“It took them twelve hours,” the commandant replied.

I couldn’t believe that we’d always considered him like an uncle. Arthur had been friends with my father for longer than any of us had been alive. They’d fought together before my father met my mother, and they’d stayed close through our childhoods. Now, I could barely stand to look at the fucking coward.

“We should’ve been there,” my brother, Danny, said. “We should’ve known.”

“We did know,” my other brother, Beau, replied. “All of us knew.”

He was right. We had known that something was wrong, but we hadn’t known what. There had always been a connection between the five of us, a little niggling feeling in the back of our minds when one of the others was hurt. But it wasn’t as simple as knowing immediately which one of us it was or what the problem was. The four of us had reached out immediately, checking on the others, and Zeke had been the only one we hadn’t been able to find.

“You’re sure this was some small group and not part of a larger⁠—”

The commandant cut our father off. It was either very brave or very stupid. “They were locals who noticed that the team didn’t get injured like they should’ve,” he said. “They knew what we were, and when given the opportunity⁠—”

“How the hell did they even have the opportunity?” I barked. That theory didn’t make any sense. “How the fuck did they keep him down?”

“That we don’t know,” Arthur replied.

“And no one thought to ask?” Chance scoffed.

“I give you my word⁠—”

“Fuck your word,” Beau said darkly, glaring at the commandant.

“Bjorn,” my father chided.

“It’s all right, Erik,” Arthur murmured. “This is unprecedented aggression.”

“What the hell did you all expect when you went public?” Danny asked incredulously.

“We went public sixty-four years ago, Daniel,” Arthur replied. “And since that time, targeted assaults have been minimal. The benefits of no longer having to hide our species from the rest of the world far outweigh the consequences of living openly.”

He was wrong. The assaults hadn’t been minimal. Vampires just chose to deal with them when they happened instead of running to daddy every time someone spat in their cereal. The only time anyone notified command was when they needed help cleaning up a mess.

“Tell that to our brother.” Danny spat.

“We’re doing everything in our power to make sure that this is an isolated event and not part of a larger plot,” Arthur said placatingly.

He was so full of shit. I couldn’t believe he was actually spouting that nonsense to our faces. No one in that room believed that some random group of humans had been able to take down a Vampire in his prime without serious planning and resources.

“You have all that you need from him?” my father asked after a moment of all of us staring at Arthur like he’d lost his mind.

“We do,” Arthur replied.

“I’ll expect him by dusk tonight,” my father informed him.

“I don’t know if it’ll be possible to…” Arthur sputtered.

“Tonight, Arthur. No later.” He reached out and touched my youngest brother’s head softly before cutting a small lock of hair.

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Advertisement Vein & Vow (The Bouchers #1) Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn http://www.books2020.com/vein-vow-the-bouchers-1-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Mon, 12 May 2025 18:28:52 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/vein-vow-the-bouchers-1-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Nicole Jacquelyn Series: The Bouchers Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Total pages in book: 94
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Fated mates? Too bad they can’t stand each other.

Reese Matthews doesn’t believe in fairy tales—especially not the kind that involve vampires and fated mates. She prefers her life work, friends, and absolutely no supernatural drama. But when an infuriatingly gorgeous vampire strides into her job and sends her body into overdrive with a single glance, everything she thought she knew is turned upside down.

Beaumont Boucher has waited over a century to find his mate again. But this time, fate must have gotten it wrong. Reese is nothing like the woman he lost—the one he walked away from in another life. She’s sharp-tongued, stubborn, and completely unimpressed by his brooding vampire charm. He should leave her alone. But the bond between them is relentless… and the longer he stays away, the worse the craving gets.

While Beau fights the impossible pull toward Reese, his family is reeling from a devastating loss. As the Bouchers hunt for answers, darkness looms—and Reese is caught in the crossfire. With enemies closing in and their connection becoming impossible to ignore, Beau must will he risk his heart—and Reese’s life—for a second chance at fate?

When destiny refuses to be denied, can two enemies find love in the ashes of a past they never shared?

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Beau

I’d seen a lot of dead people. Conservatively, I’d seen thousands. They’d died in war, natural disasters, accidents, suicides, murders, and plain old age. I’d long ago stopped being shocked or feeling much of anything when I came across one.

But nothing had prepared me to see my baby brother laid out on a stainless-steel table.

I reached desperately for the usual detachment, but I couldn’t find it. I couldn’t actually hold on to any single emotion or thought beyond the fact that they’d obviously tried to spare us by placing his body parts close together to give the illusion that he was all in one piece.

He wasn’t.

The sheet dipped ominously between his torso and head. His thighs and knees. The ball of his shoulders and most of his arms. His wrists and hands.

I swallowed down the bile in the back of my throat.

“You know who did this?” my father rasped, his eyes flickering between the normal blue and a deep red.

“Strike team three eliminated all of them,” Arthur assured him. The Commandant of the United States Vampire Command looked almost as sick as I felt. “It took them less than a day to get back into the compound.”

“Why weren’t we informed?” Ambrose, my eldest brother, stared at the commandant.

“It was a fluid situation.”

“Bullshit.”

“How much less than a day?” my brother, Chance, asked derisively. “A fucking hour? You can’t tell me this didn’t take a while.”

I forced myself not to flinch. I refused to think about all that Zeke had gone through before the end. Not now. Maybe not ever.

“It took them twelve hours.”

“We should’ve been there,” Danny murmured. “We should’ve known.”

“We did know.” I swallowed hard. “All of us knew.”

I’d known the moment Zeke was hurt. There was always a low vibration of connection between the five of us. When one of us was worried or injured, all of us felt it to some degree. Sometimes we didn’t know which of us was in danger, and it became a process of elimination game, each of us reaching out to the others until we knew who was in trouble. Zeke had been the only one we hadn’t been able to contact.

“You’re sure this was some small group and not part of a larger⁠—”

“They were locals who noticed that the team didn’t get injured like they should’ve,” Arthur replied, cutting our father off. “They knew what we were, and when given the opportunity…” He grimaced and shook his head.

“How the hell did they even have the opportunity?” Ambrose asked. “How the fuck did they keep him down?”

“That, we don’t know,” the commandant confessed.

“And no one thought to ask?” Chance snapped in disbelief.

“I give you my word⁠—”

“Fuck your word,” I said flatly, staring at the man who’d been like an uncle to us.

Our brother had been cut into pieces, and Uncle Arthur hadn’t even called to let us know he’d been captured. We’d spent the last two days trying to find out what the fuck was going on. Our mother was frantic. We’d barely been able to convince her to stay home while we came into headquarters, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if she came through the doorway at any moment.

He’d fucked us.

“Bjorn,” my father snapped in warning.

“It’s all right, Erik,” Arthur said, shaking his head. His eyes met mine. “This is unprecedented aggression.”

“What the hell did you all expect when you went public?” Danny spat.

“We went public sixty-four years ago, Daniel,” Arthur reminded him. “And since that time, targeted assaults have been minimal. The benefits of no longer having to hide our species from the rest of the world far outweigh the consequences of living openly.”

Danny scoffed. “Tell that to our brother.”

“We’re doing everything in our power to make sure that this is an isolated event,” Arthur replied quietly. “And not part of a larger plot.”

I didn’t think a single one of us believed that some random local group in the middle of the jungle had the means and opportunity to hold my brother captive for any length of time, not without outside resources.

Our father stared at his friend. “You have all that you need from him?” he asked quietly, reaching out to brush Zeke’s hair back from his forehead.

“We do,” the commandant confirmed.

“I’ll expect him back home by dusk tonight.”

“I don’t know if it’ll be possible to⁠—”

“Tonight, Arthur,” my dad ordered, reaching into his pocket. “No later.”

The commandant held our father’s stare for a long moment before nodding. “I’ll see it done.”

With a nod, my father flipped open the pocketknife in his hand and reached out to cut a lock of Zeke’s hair. My throat tightened painfully as he cupped it into his palm for a moment before closing his fist.

As everyone began to file out of the room, I looked down at Zeke again. His face was slack, and there was mottled bruising around his jaw and eyes, but he still looked like the little brother who had followed us around, trying to be a part of anything and everything we’d ever done. It was almost as if, at any moment, his eyes would open, and he’d tell me to get my shit together.

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