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Blurb:
Rafe Blautsauger,
vampire and enforcer, must put his feelings for the mortal Morgan Maguire
aside. The Nosferatu council who employs Rafe strictly forbids their love. But
he can't stay away from the beautiful woman who causes his blood to beat with
new life. Yet, she hides a secret, one he must expose in order to protect her.
Morgan keeps her unique gift of magic under wraps due to a spell gone horribly wrong when she was young. She is haunted by a nightmare where two malevolent glowing red eyes stalk her. Can she trust the arrogant but oh-so-handsome Rafe with her secret as well as her heart? Can he help her regain her power in time to save the world of the living and the undead?
Morgan keeps her unique gift of magic under wraps due to a spell gone horribly wrong when she was young. She is haunted by a nightmare where two malevolent glowing red eyes stalk her. Can she trust the arrogant but oh-so-handsome Rafe with her secret as well as her heart? Can he help her regain her power in time to save the world of the living and the undead?
Excerpt:
Morgan
quickly lunged forward, and pressed
the stake firmly over his heart. “You are despicable.”
“Necessary. Especially for someone as puny as you.” With ease Rafe
flipped the piece of sharpened wood out of her fingers, twirled it around a
couple of times, and then handed it back with a small flourish.
This time reprisal came more quickly as a spell came to her. She hoped
that one day it would come automatically. “Let this man feel my slap. Not to
harm, just a tap. Let him feel a touch of fear, to know he cannot domineer.”
For a second
the words hung in the air and then Rafe’s eyes widened as his head jerked to
the side. The faint lines of a palm print reddened his left cheek.
“You little
devil,” he rubbed the side of his face before pushing her on the shoulder with
the flat of his hand. He shoved hard enough to force her back a step. “If
you’re going to slap at me, by god, you better have the balls to come at me
personally.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Morgan thrust both hands against his chest and shoved with all her might. It
shook her when he didn’t budge an inch, but she managed to keep up her air of
bravado. “What’s the matter? Don’t you like the fact I’m not weak and
powerless?” Tossing back her head, she challenged, “I don’t need magic to take
you on, but it would be wise for you to remember it’s always there.”
He thwarted any chance of escape or the ability to get in the last word
by twisting his hand into her hair.
He pulled hard enough, she gasped.
“So take me on,” he dared.
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