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Viking and Bryn

Some love stories begin with flowers, awkward first dates and nervous smiles.

Blood Red Rage begins with a vampire looking across a crowded nightclub and realizing the woman staring back at him belongs to him. For Viking Dragic, that moment changes everything.

Viking has survived centuries of violence, bloodshed and enemies who would happily see the Dragic family destroyed. He is feared for his temper, respected for his strength and known for a rage so vicious that even other vampires know when to get out of his way.

Bryn is human, stubborn, independent and completely unprepared for the supernatural world she is dragged into when she catches Viking Dragic's attention. She has a normal job, normal friends and a normal life.

Then Viking walks into it. For Viking, the bond is immediate and absolute. Bryn becomes something he has never had before. Something he never believed he needed. Home.

Their relationship is anything but easy. Bryn refuses to become a prisoner simply because Viking is terrified of losing her. Viking struggles to understand that protecting the woman he loves does not mean controlling every step she takes.

They fight. They argue. They push every one of each other's buttons. And underneath all of it grows something neither of them can deny. Love.

Blood Red Rage is not only Viking and Bryn's story. At its heart, it is also a story about family.

The Dragic brothers are powerful, ruthless and terrifying when threatened, but behind closed doors they are also brothers who torment one another mercilessly, fathers completely controlled by their children and mates who would burn entire cities before allowing harm to reach the women they love.

Chapter 1

The bass hit long before I ever stepped inside. Even from the sidewalk, Havoc London thrummed like a living thing, the lights pulsing against the brick, laughter spilling out in waves, the queue stretching around the building with girls shivering in tiny dresses and guys pretending to be cooler than they were.

I shouldn’t even have been here. I didn’t do clubs. Not really. I liked teasing men too much to ever actually invest in them, and my friends liked to pretend I was a man-eater because I kissed half of London’s nightlife into next week. But the truth? I’d only ever slept with two men and both disappointingly forgettable, and everything after that had been a stage performance.

A little dancing, a little flirting, a little control. After all control was my safe place.

“Bryn, stop looking like you’re analysing a murder scene,” Steph whined, bumping her hip into mine as we inched forward. “Try acting excited for once. The Dragic brothers are going to be here. Two of them.”

I blinked at her. “Why does that matter?”

Steph and Jade both groaned like I’d confessed to not knowing what oxygen was.

“You seriously haven’t been paying attention?” Jade asked, eyes wide. “The Dragic brothers. As in the Dragic brothers.”

I frowned. “Until last week, I didn’t even know the name. One minute you’re complaining about the lack of hot men in London, and the next you’re both losing your minds over some family of models-slash-criminals-slash-whatever.”

Steph clutched her chest dramatically. “Blasphemy. Pure blasphemy.”

Jade leaned closer. “Okay, listen. We saw them here last Friday. The two of them. And I swear to God, Bryn, they didn’t look real. It was like someone ordered two different flavours of Greek statues and accidentally brought them to life. Then I looked up the other three brothers, and they are all drop dead gorgeous.”

I snorted. “You need therapy.”

“Maybe,” she said, “but you need to see them. The oldest one? Married now. Totally taken. People say his wife is the only person on earth he actually smiles for.”

Steph chimed in. “And the second one? Engaged. Like, shockingly whipped. He carries her bags. Opens her car door. Literally turned down a girl who looked like a lingerie ad.”

I raised an eyebrow. “That’s your benchmark for devotion? Rejecting someone in underwear?”

Steph waved me off. “Let me finish. The third brother? Rumoured to be living with his girlfriend. They’re inseparable. He apparently threatened a guy at a service station for looking at her too long.”

Jade wiggled her fingers like she was recounting a ghost story. “They’re all like that. Possessive, protective and so damn intense. The kind of men who look at you like you’re either the answer to everything or the start of a war.”

I tried not to laugh. “So, the other two are… what? Untouched? Unclaimed? Still on the market for your delusional fantasies?”

Steph pointed at me like I’d finally caught up. “Yes exactly. Two left. Viking and Draugr are the single ones. The dangerous ones.”

“Dangerous,” I repeated flatly. “Because you saw tattoos and decided they kill people for fun?”