Cured By Blood: A Vampire Pregnancy Romance Read Online Free

curiosity piqued as well, as hopes for something more than an occasional roll in the hay.
    Dru parked the car on the side of the gallery in the small area reserved for special guests. He had texted the instructions to Tara as well, so that she wouldn’t have far to walk. He was somewhat concerned, as well as very curious, as to what her medical condition was that had such a deadline on her life. He sat himself on the second bench, holding the stem of the Iris in his cupped hands, and waited.
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    Tara felt flustered now that she was cleaned up, dressed, and almost to the gallery. Her mind was suddenly flitting from every scenario, most not pleasant, of how wrong this could all go.
    Everything from her stumbling or being at a loss of words, to him pouncing on her and draining her dry, to her just suddenly dropping dead a few feet from him and he never noticing, kept flashing through her brain. All were equally ridiculous, and yet all would not go the hell away either. She tried focusing on her breathing or just shrugging off any feelings, but that too was never very effective.
    She pulled around to the side of the gallery and parked next to the shiny black corvette. With no other cars here, she could only assume it was Druian’s. Exiting her own car, she went through a last second inspection. She brushed her black, knee length skirt down and tugged at the bottom of the dark purple silk blouse.
    Her heels were a modest 2”, black tights, and her hair left down. She only wore light eye make-up and didn’t really need to check it, though she did anyway.  After feeling ridiculous for the frantic grooming, she walked around to the front of the gallery.
    Cast iron gates covered with different flowering vines stood open. The sidewalk went between two small gardens of trimmed Bermuda grass, a fountain on each side, and small beds lining the wall around the area and the front of the gallery. The first bench she saw was empty, but as she made her way closer to the doors, she saw him sitting on the second, as he said, the dark purple Irish in his hands.
    He smiled gently, his angular face giving only the minimal changes around his lips to denote his feelings. His hair was the color of sun-bleached straw, but softly flowing past his shoulders. But it was his eyes that made her falter, the eerily pale eyes of a vampire. His must have been a vibrant blue when he was human, but now they reminded Tara of the pictures of glaciers you see, where the ice is so white it has the tinges of blue in all the shadows and crevasses. 
    “Hello, Druian. I’m Tara.” She held out her hand, unsure of the meeting protocol in this situation.
    “Dru, please. It is a pleasure to meet you, Tara,” he reached for her hand, his own felt cool and soft as he lifted her hand to his mouth, “Definitely a pleasure.”
    Tara’s mouth opened slightly and she almost sighed as those pale pink lips grazed her knuckles. His nose flared the slightest amount, his brown furrowing for only a split second, before he lifted his head and released her hand.
    “So you really are terminal,” his question caught her off guard, she was beginning to wonder if he would just try to seduce her all night until those words.
    “Um, yes, I am. I did mention on my profile-thingy, though, about that.”
    “Yes, so you did. And you also mentioned that you didn’t have an interest in being turned, and yet here you are with a vampire.”
    “Furthermore, I said I was looking for good conversation and perhaps a temporary companion.”
    “Ah, I remember that as well.” He suddenly stood, fluidly and flawlessly, and held up the Iris, “it matches your blouse almost perfectly.”
    “Thank you, it’s beautiful.”
    “From my own garden.”
    Tara arched a brow in surprise. She lifted the flower and inhaled its faint, floral aroma.
    “Shall we go in?” Tara nodded and took Dru’s arm as he offered it to her.
    Pulling a key from his pocket, he unlocked the