Few have seen the BlackGuard Society, yet they’re all around. When rogue paranormals threaten mankind, the BGS alone is our last line of defense.
Morgan Vladislav will one day lead the BlackGuard Society... if she can prove she’s worthy of the privilege. But the return of Alexander St. John to the French Quarter will be the ultimate test of her resolve. The rogue vampire has sired a new vampiress, whose bloodlust is leaving a crimson trail down Bourbon Street.
Agents Vladislav and Broussard are ready to spring into action and put a stop to the reign of terror inflicted by St. John and his new bride. To their great regret, the BGS insists the murderous pair are not to be touched.
Not one to sit idly by, Morgan puts Ace and her son, Colby, at risk by ignoring the rules and moving in on the attack. Will the dhampir’s recklessness be enough to put an end to the callous bloodsuckers? Or will Morgan’s rash behavior pit her against the BlackGuard?
SF Benson loves putting a spin on a story. She primarily writes romantic fantasy with unusual characters in unexpected circumstances. SF’s books feature diverse and strong characters who have to work hard to get to their happily ever after. Sometimes the playing field is fraught with supernaturals. Other times it might be a pervasive magic. No matter how you look at it, her characters know how to meet the challenge and get what they desire—love!
Published since 2016, SF has released sixteen books in five different series and has appeared in four anthologies! Under Nadirah Foxx, she’s written six books on the darker, steamier side of life.
Curious about what all SF Benson and her alter ego, Nadirah Foxx, might be up to? Check them out at https://www.authorsfbenson.com/.
I loved writing Bloodshed! Imagine a stripper becoming a vampire and then having to deal with bloodlust. The newly turned vampiress is creating havoc in the French Quarter, leaving bodies everywhere. She wants vengeance because of the male who turned her. That vampire is simply wanting a forever mate. In the end, they both get what they deserve.
Working a strip club wasn’t an ideal job, but dancing paid my bills. At least my parents would never see me perform. Daddy died in Iraq, and Mama succumbed to cancer a year prior. After I buried her, I started dancing. Sure, I could have taken a job at the Walmart or some other retailer, but I needed to put a roof over my head, and I didn’t want a roommate. Options were few and far between for a twenty-two-year-old without a degree and little experience. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone else cared how I earned an income.