The Community Series
Enter the hidden town of Ţărână, where violence and love, evil forces and good,
vie for supremacy in the secret lives of the Vârcolac and their battle to survive.
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THE PUREST OF THE BREED
USA Book News Awards Finalist for Romance
#1 Amazon Bestseller in Vampire Romance!
Book Two in The Community Series
A Special Operations warrior saves a woman from being abducted by a sadistic demon race and discovers she’s his true mate. But as the story he’s been forced to tell her about his true nature unravels, it doesn’t seem likely that their fledgling bond will survive the lies.
A typical night turns into one of terror when Marissa Bonaventure is savagely kidnapped from her bed. Dragged into what looks like a white slavery exchange, she is helpless to escape…until a smoldering, dark-clad stranger comes from out of nowhere to save her. Marissa is brought to the safety of a quirky underground town, where she’s offered a hefty sum of money to work for a year. Saddled with a lifetime of responsibilities, she is all about earning big bucks to fulfill her dreams. The bonus—she can date the smoldering Dev Nichita. But as a string of surreal events unfolds, nothing about the community—or Dev—turns out to be what it seems.
Stubborn and arrogant, leader of the elite, Special Operations Topside Team Dev Nichita is used to getting his way. When Marissa rejects him for being a vampire, he reacts with fury and withdrawal. Then an unexpected death forces Dev to face how much he truly wants the mate of his heart. But is he too late? Or can his tenuous relationship with Marissa rise above lies, anger, an otherworldly enemy’s threats, and the vicious backlash from a century-old betrayal?
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“Good grief!!! I love this series!”
The Reading Café, click here to see full review.
“I'm not usually drawn to paranormal romance books, but the synopsis of this book had me curious. I am glad I gave into my curiosity… This book is filled with so much good stuff it was hard to write this review without giving too much away. I wanted to cover everything!”
Smut and Bonbons, click here to see full review.
“I think I enjoyed this book even more than the first! I am not usually into the whole alpha male concept, but the blend of the badass, hyper-masculine men and the unexpected soft side really works. Nowhere else but in a Community novel will you find such gorgeous specimens of man beasts who are quite so virginally innocent!”
The Caffeinated Diva, click here to see full review.
“The flashbacks to the 1800's added so much to the story as well. We get the heart-breaking backstory behind the marriage of Dev's parents and the Vârcolac being forced to flee their home country.”
Cullen House Book Reviews, click here to see full review.
“The Purest of the Breed by Tracy Tappan not only does justice to book one, The Bloodline War, but it may surpass it for ‘glued to each page, because I can’t believe this is happening,’ reading!”
Tome Tender, click here to see full review.
“I guarantee you will like this book. J.R. Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon and the others atop the PNR mountain, watch your back. There is a fast rising star and it's Tracy Tappan.”
Rage, Sex, and Teddy Bears, click here to see full review.
This series “has all the elements of recent bestsellers–action, adventure, suspense, supernatural elements and beings, hot male vampires, sex with hot male vampires.”
Dividing by Zero, click here to see full review.
Inhaling a deep sigh, Marissa leaned over Dev, reaching for his wine glass with a languorous movement that brushed her breast against his arm.
He stiffened as if she’d just shoved an icy thermometer up his ass.
She turned her head toward him, her lips next to his ear, caressing him with her breath as she said, “I made Osso Bucco for—”
He crashed to his feet.
She yelped as his hard shoulder knocked the wine bottle out of her hand. It flew and flipped, then hit the floor on its side and spun, spraying red wine around her room sprinkler-style.
“Damn it, Devid!” She balled her hands into fists and glared at him through a sudden sheen of tears. “What’s your problem?!”
“Nothing. I…” He jerked away from the table. “I just think maybe we should go to Garwald’s for a—”
“Oh, I know, you forgot to take your vitamins this morning, didn’t you?” Swallowing back her tears, she crossed her arms beneath her breasts and heated her glare to boiling.
He released a fractured breath. “I’m…not sure what…?”
“Or maybe you put on the wrong pair of underwear.”
His eyebrows crashed together. “What are you talking about?”
She flung out an arm. “I’m just trying to figure out what excuse you’re going to use tonight not to sleep with me.”
“E-excuse?” His Adam’s apple moved up and down. “Why would I do that, Marissa? I’ve just been, you know…”
“Oh, gimme a break,” she snapped back. “From that original groin injury, you’ve gone from ‘I feel like I’m catching a cold’ to ‘I’m kind of tired tonight’ and ‘I have to get up early tomorrow,’ onto incredibly drool-brain stuff like ‘I think we should get to know each other better first’—ha!—and ‘I want you to be sure that I respect you.’ Respect!” she spat the word. “Gee, thanks, Dev, but if it’s all the same to you, I’d prefer to have my knees pinned back to my ears and my ankles swinging while you pound me into the headboard rather than your non-orgasm-inspiring respect!” Which wasn’t entirely true, but she’d had it.
His mouth fell open with a silent clang.
She marched over to her bed and pointed a rigid finger at it. “You get in this bed right now and have sex with me, Devid, or we’re through with this date. I mean it. The only excuse I’ll accept this time is that you don’t have a penis.” She planted her hands on her hips. “Do you have a penis?”
His face turned the shade of a Red Delicious apple.
“Yes, Jesus. Of course, I have a…a…” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I just don’t want to.”
“Don’t want to, what?” Wait. “Have sex?” she qualified in shock.
His face, if possible, stained even redder. “Yeah.”
Humiliation rose up to burn in her throat. Tight-lipped, she asked, “Are my boobs too small, is that it?”
“What?” Dumbfounded, he transferred his gaze to the offending mammaries.
Her voice came out small and hurt, she couldn’t help it. “Why don’t you want me?” God, this was like standing in front of him in her back brace.
His attention shot up to her face, then his shoulders sagged. “Ah, shit,” he moaned, pressing his eyelids with thumb and forefinger. “I do, Riss. So much, you have no idea.”
“You just said you didn’t.”
“No. No. I meant… Hell.” His stared at the floor. “I just can’t.”
The realization hit her, bottoming out her stomach. Why hadn’t she figured this out before? He didn’t have a penis, metaphorically speaking, at least. “Oh, crap,” she said in an undertone. “You’re impotent.”
Anger flared across his expression. “No, damn it,” he growled. “Don’t say that word. I hate that fucking word. I’m not…that, not in the way you think. I can get it up, I just need certain conditions to be met first.”
She paused, blinking. Then she exhaled a chafing breath. Oh, this was so much worse. He was a pervert. “You need me to…to…? Pee on you or something?”
His eyes seemed to bug. “Wh-what?”