Vampire’s Nest (Blood Vow University #1) Read Online Helen Scott

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Blood Vow University Series by Helen Scott

Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 65732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)

She’s desperate for a new life, but is she willing to be a blood slave to a vampire to get there?

Life seems to be playing a cruel joke on Cordelia when she receives an acceptance letter to the college of her dreams…but not the scholarship she needs to go with it. Now there’s only one thing she can do that will get her enough money to go and still be able to care for her grandmother: become a feeder at The Nest.
But when she’s chosen by one of The Nest’s elite vampire clientele, all of her problems aren’t as solved as she thought they would be. In fact, things are about to get worse. Because this client is insisting her blood exclusively feeds him, and the rest of the Nest isn’t too happy about that arrangement.
Rook hates the idea of feeding from strangers like some kind of animal, but since he has to keep his identity a secret, he doesn’t have much choice. At least at The Nest, he knows they are willing employees who have been screened.
Get his feedings and go. Quickly. That’s the goal. Until he tastes her sample. He definitely never expected to want to know more about a human. Now the draw he feels to her is unlike any other, but with his secret looming over him, he can’t give in. Not if he wants her to survive…




I doubted pepper spray would be much help if a vampire attacked me on my way home, but at this point, that was the least of my concerns.

As I hurried home, the evening light was fading. My hand gripped the can of pepper spray...because, hey, you never know. Gran sure seemed to think it was worth a shot.

Even though vampires had been a real thing for a long time now, since she was a young woman, Gran was still scared of them. She hated when I was out at night and insisted I carry a mini stake in my purse. She even got me a can of mace that sprays regular mace from one end and holy water from the other.

To be honest, I had no idea if stuff like that even worked, but it was better than nothing. I could tell Gran that it wouldn't do any good, that vampires were too fast and too strong, but who was I to take away her peace of mind?

My peace of mind, however, was another story, and not because of immortal fanged beings.

I couldn't believe I'd been talked into working that catering job. What did I have to show for my day's work? More ass grabs than I'd like to count and about forty bucks.

That wasn't going to do much toward the stack of bills I had waiting at home. And if I didn't get home soon, I would also have to deal with Gran flipping out. Not how I wanted to end an already crappy day.

Lights flashed as a car rounded the corner toward me, and as it passed, a gust of wind hit me. The chilly fall air seemed to slip under all my clothes, making me shiver.

Just two more turns and I'd be on our street. By this time, Gran would be looking for me out of the front window.

I cuddled the bag of leftovers closer to my chest, hoping it would warm me and prevent them from being ice cold when I got home. They were about the only good part of working today.

Roni owed me one for helping out with that job. It was supposed to be a high-class event for a charity, but it turned out to be a bunch of sleaze-bags who didn't know how to tip.

I needed to get rid of the attitude before I got home, though. Gran didn't need that kind of negativity coming into the house, not with how sick she was. Yes, the bills were why I'd taken the job on my one day off for the next week or so, but they meant nothing next to Gran's meds.

Just the thought of buying the refills of her prescriptions next month had my stomach turning and twisting itself into a knot. I had no idea how we were going to afford them with how little I'd been making, and the discount card we'd been using had expired.

There was one more thing we could try. I hadn’t worked up the nerve to suggest it to Gran yet, but we needed to think outside the box after barely making enough to cover the groceries for the next week.

Finally, our little house came into view. The faded blue siding looked almost purple in the dying light, and the Aster and Black-eyed Susans still flowering enhanced the effect.

I didn't miss how Gran's hand went to her chest when she saw me. My hand raised of its own accord and gave her a little wave, even though I didn't feel particularly happy. It was just a habit.