Review: Blood Guilt by Marie Treanor + Excerpt

Blood Guilt (Blood Hunters #1)

By Marie Treanor
Editions: ebook
Published June 5th 2012
Genre: Adult PNR
Source: review copy
The first of a new vampire romance series, a sequel to the Awakened by Blood trilogy.

Mihaela, a fearless vampire hunter secretly haunted by loneliness and childhood tragedy, finds it difficult to adjust to the new world order where vampires are not always the bad guys. She’s taking a much needed vacation in Scotland when she sees a little boy being chased through the streets of Edinburgh. Rescuing him brings bigger problems – two vampires from her past: Gavril, who killed her family; and the reclusive and troubled Maximilian, gifted Renaissance artist and one-time overlord of the most powerful undead community in the world. Maximilian once saved her life and now needs that favor returned.

The earth moves for Mihaela in more ways than one. From Scotland to Budapest and Malta, she races against time to prevent a disastrous, vampire-induced earthquake and save an innocent yet powerful child – all while fighting a dreadful attraction to Maximilian, her only ally, whom she can’t afford to trust. For Maximilian, the hunter becomes a symbol of renewed existence, as he struggles to accept his past and rediscovers his appetite for blood and sex – and maybe even happiness.
~ Goodreads Blurb

About the Author:

Marie Treanor lives in Scotland with her eccentric husband and three much-too-smart children. Having grown bored with city life, she resides these days in a picturesque village by the sea where she is lucky enough to enjoy herself avoiding housework and writing sensual stories of paranormal romance and fantasy.

Marie Treanor has published more than twenty ebooks with small presses, (Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Changeling Press and The Wild Rose Press), including a former Kindle bestseller, Killing Joe. Blood on Silk: an Awakened by Blood novel, was her New York debut with NAL.

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The shortest way to express my thoughts on this read: Now, for the longer version, lol!

The cover had, as often covers do, the effect of getting me curious. I remember seeing a couple titles by this author somewhere, somehow, I might have even gotten one of them and never got to read it (like all the other hundreds of ebooks I’ve hoarded…), I don’t know, but I remembered wanting to read one. So when this opportunity presented itself, I was all on board. I would have been even if I hadn’t ever heard the author’s name just because, you know…smexeh cover draws me in. I’m easy like that with PNR 😀

Now, jokes aside, I fell in love with this read something like the first 3 lines I think. I was hooked right off the bat, basically. You know sometimes someone’s writing just clicks with you instantly, and you’re on board from there on, come what may? It happened to me here. The writing just made that much sense to me, on all levels, informational, emotional, style, accessibility, imagery, the works. Awesome writing! I’m sure I’ll dig up those other titles now and give them a greedy read, I just get this feeling I’ll love everything this author would write, you know what I mean?

The plot flows really well, it’s got action, fighting scenes, romantic tension, some adult romance going on ( Huzzah, guys! The romance is like…yummy-licious with cherries on top 😀 ), all sorts of tension, conflict and acceptance – yes, it does have it all. But as you know by now, if I loved this so much it means it also has the real treat: character development. For more then one character, imagine my delight!

Mihaela was so broken but without needing the fixing, you know? I may or may not have been partial to the fact she’s Romanian, like I am 😀 She has a Romanian name too, and I know you’ll totally think me biased here, but she has the spunk, the balcanic fire going on, the beautiful turmoil that just sucks you in and makes your prisoner 😀 Ok, I am a bit biased, so sue me! But she has the spirit, and it’s rare I actually feel that about characters.
Maximilian was, of course, total crush material. Stupid-strong, charismatic, tortured, hot…yummmm. Did I mention hot? Yeah, total drool-material. He did have the complexity of an old vampire, the mystery, the impenetrable depth of soul (stop scoffing!), and, as a bonus, the wits someone who lives for a very long time would develop. You know those vampires that seem to go all, “Uuuuh! What does this button do?”? Well he’s not one of those. Badass with style, man, this guy is completely awesome.
And, the best part is yet to come – shocking, I know. It’s the chemistry between them. We’re talking sparks flying, buildings burning, explosions, earthquakes, solar bursts – that kind of chemistry. I was all grinning and squealing and fidgeting every time these two were together. Serious awesomeness. But their relationship didn’t stop there, it wasn’t the instalove sort of affair. Feelings developed, they didn’t just explode into existence. And I loved how these feelings changed them both, it was a beautiful thing to be a part of.

What else could I say? If you love adult PNR, you just gotta read this baby. Big time entertainment value!

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» Click to read the BLOOD GUILT by MARIE TREANOR excerpt «
Mihaela sank to her knees, her stake raised for the kill. Unbidden, she remembered the vision of this vampire that haunted her dreams: his face cool and calm above hers as he efficiently staked the vampire who would undoubtedly have killed her. She remembered her own stupefaction as she’d gazed up at him amid the carnage, stunned by what he’d done and terrified as to what it meant. They’d fought on the same side in that battle to save the hunters’ library from the insane Luk’s marauding hordes of undead; but she’d never expected a vampire to trouble to save her life.

It was a debt.

You can’t afford debts to vampires. You can’t take the chance. He was here when the others were; Robbie was drawn to him, whether or not he spoke in words…

She stared down at the scored, bleeding face, still handsome with all its injuries. He wasn’t the disreputable twenty-year-old he appeared; he was a six-hundred-year-old vampire with a penchant for treachery, who’d once commanded the strongest community of undead in the world.

Of course, he’d betrayed his creator in order to do so, and when that power was finally wrested away from him by yet another vampire, he’d seemed to disappear off the face of the planet. Although no one had believed he was actually dead, neither had anyone laid eyes on him for two hundred years until he’d come out of hiding to fight, bizarrely enough, for the newly awakened Saloman. Nevertheless, he was probably still the most powerful being in the world after Saloman, his creator. If he chose to exercise that power.

But he didn’t. He’d left Saloman to come back here. Why? Escaping the world again as Elizabeth said? Or did he have other plans?

It didn’t matter. With a vampire of this caliber, this unpredictability, you didn’t take chances. For Robbie, if for no other reason, she had to kill him.

Her fingers twitched restlessly on the stake. “You saved my life, you bastard,” she muttered.

His eyes opened, almost blinding in their directness. They didn’t blink. He made a strange, choking sound in his throat, as though he were trying to laugh and was prevented by some unspeakable internal injury.

Shit. Slowly, she lowered the stake, although she kept tight hold of it. Maximilian, it seemed, had nothing to say, simply looked at her. Like Saloman’s, his deep, intense eyes were layered with centuries of violence, murder, and pain; yet Maximilian’s were reflective rather than opaque, which made them, curiously, less scary.

Mistake. Never forget that he is scary.

Beneath her, the world seemed to shake. Not simply in her mind, this time, but in sudden, heart-stopping reality. She reached out instinctively to hold on, as a flowerpot crashed off an upper window-sill, landing barely a foot away from them.

“What the…?” She found she’d grabbed on to the barrel with one hand and the vampire’s jacket with the other, listening to odd sounds of objects falling over in the darkness, cries of surprise from inside the building and from the street beyond.

As the world stilled, Maximilian’s hand grasped her wrist like a vise. An electric charge seemed to shoot from his fingers. She whipped back the stake, staring down at him, but he was frowning, almost…anxious.

“That shouldn’t happen,” he said with strange urgency. “Not…natural.”

They were the first words he’d ever spoken to her and seemed to fit what she knew of him: impersonal and to the point. Still, although Britain was not in an earthquake zone, even here the odd minor tremor did occur from time to time. She doubted this one had been strong enough to do any real harm. Before she could tell him so, he let go of her wrist and made an odd, lurching movement, hauling himself into a sitting position.

Mihaela scooted back, raising the stake higher with more threat than serious intention, for his head lolled back against the wall.

His right arm hung uselessly by his side; his leg was still bent wrongly at the knee.

“What’s the matter with you?” Mihaela said harshly. She didn’t want to see the vampire’s pain, to feel any sympathy; not for this vampire. “Why aren’t you healing?”

For answer, he glanced down at his bloody wrists. “Not enough blood.”

She stared at the wounds in both wrists, in his neck and face. They’d bitten him, draining him to weaken him for the kill. It was a tried-and-tested method by which weaker vampires could kill a stronger enemy. They couldn’t otherwise draw enough blood from him in a single bite to drain him—even if they could get close enough and stay attached to his vein.

She swallowed. “I thought you were just drunk.”

“That too.”

“Will you be able to move from there before sunrise?”

“Oh yes.”

Defeated, because it seemed she couldn’t kill him after all, she stood up, turned her back on him, then stopped. “You’re lying, aren’t you?”

There was no sound, no movement behind her. It didn’t matter whether or not she killed him. Without blood, he wouldn’t heal, and she doubted he was strong enough to take any.


Only, the sun would come up eventually and turn him to dust.

Save her the trouble.

“Shit and shit and shit!” She spun back around.

“Tell him,” Maximilian said. “About the tremor.”

“Saloman?” she said, dropping to a crouch beside him. “You tell him. I don’t like to talk to the bastard. Are both your legs broken?”

“Only one leg.”

Though who knew in how many places. Or however many other bones. No wonder there were layers of pain in his eyes. And it would get worse.

Tell me guys, is it just me who can’t get over the vampire stories crush after, like, 18 years of it? 😐


5 thoughts on “Review: Blood Guilt by Marie Treanor + Excerpt

  1. Marie Treanor

    Livia, thanks so much for this lovely review! Much appreciated, and I’m so glad you enjoyed the book :).


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