Pursued: A Vampire Blood Courtesans Romance

It was only meant to be three nights...

Becoming a Blood Courtesan is key to my future in medicine. With loans racking up, all I have to do is pretend I want the money for tuition, and I’m hired. No one can know the real reason for wanting this job.

But it isn’t as easy as it first seems. On my first night as a courtesan at a ball in Salem, I meet vampires for the first time—and flee. Vampires are not easily dissuaded. And one in particular, Renato, offers me a proposal I find difficult to resist.

He has a dark, smoldering appeal that lures me in. Plus, I might gain the insight I seek. I’m supposed to provide a service and will be paid well for it. But my feelings complicate our arrangement—and endanger my life.

It was only meant to be three nights, but can I walk away now?

Welcome to the shadow world of Blood Courtesans…where vampires are real and blood is a commodity. It's not supposed to be about love...until it is.

 “You’d be a courtesan. Offering a service that includes a precious commodity. Your blood. Your essence.”

Part of what drew me to this role was my fascination with blood, but I wouldn’t dare admit that to her. Some might call by obsession macabre. Let them think what they wanted. I had my reasons. They wouldn’t understand why unless they’d gone through what I had with my mother. If I could gain any insight as a courtesan to prevent what’d happened to her to anyone else—so be it.

A few hours with a vampire might stave off years of suffering.

So, they could suck it.

Inwardly, I groaned. Considering who the clients were, that’s exactly what they’d be eager to do—suck.

“As a courtesan, you’ll offer more than your blood and your body,” she continued. “Some of these vampires have been around for decades, others centuries. They’re bored. Think how disinterested you’d be living out your existence for eternity.”

I considered it. Hopefully, immortality would not include endless required reading, exams, and essays—part of my everyday life.

“Consider yourself an entertainer as well. A distraction to the monotony.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

She raised her index finger. “But, don’t get any foolish romantic ideas of anything more. I see so many young courtesans falling for a vampire, thinking he will take her away for a happily ever after, and then crumbling when they realize they’re no more special than the girl before or after her.”

That would not be a problem with me. As far as I saw this gig, it was a means to get what I needed—not the road to romance. “Understood.”