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Expires: January 16, 2015
Paranormal, Vampire, Demons, Highlander, Berserker, erotic, romance
Dylan meets his life-mate, FBI profiler Special Agent Caitlin Donovan. But is it three hundred years too late?
After he'd lost his life and nearly his soul, Highland warrior, Dylan Macgregor learns revenge and retribution will not give him the peace he seeks. Every day since, he battles the darkness after being turned on a battlefield by an ancient born vampire,
Now that he's found the one woman who can save him, he discovers she’s been targeted for death by a demon overlord. Can he find the assassins before they find her? The last of his light is at risk if he kills again, but then what will become of their love?
Excerpt
An Unusual Brothel Experience
The sneer formed on Dylan’s face as
a chill rolled up his spine, followed by an unfamiliar scent. He turned, sniffed,
and inhaled deeply. The well-kept exotic looking madam from the upscale brothel
upstairs stared at him as she approached, appraising him. Apparently, his looks
and size made him appealing enough for her to disregard his dusty clothes and
his own rank smell. His family ring spoke for his status, and well-made
leathers and boots attested to his ability to pay.
“Ah, lovely man. I am Amyra.”
He blocked his mind from the
thoughts trying to sneak through his defenses. For years, he’d fought his
abilities, just as his mother had warned, but this raven haired, black-eyed
beauty managed to circumvent his barriers. Her fragrance intoxicated him as
nothing ever had—vanilla, cinnamon, and another spice of some sort.
At first, even without his gift, he
understood her unspoken invitation. By the way she assessed him, it should have
been obvious to any man what she had in mind. However, an internal warning
signal sent a cold chill up his spine. This woman wanted something from him,
something other than a quick toss in the quilts.
He had a good reason to question
her motives. If sex was all she wanted, Dylan wondered why she wasn’t with the
tall, well-dressed man standing by her side. What did this Amyra desire of him
when she had this man to attend her?
Brother. Ah. That
would explain her need.
The man’s hands attentively swept
down her arms as his body leaned into hers. Long aristocratic fingers meant to
play an instrument or paint, caressed her silken skin.
An image flashed through his mind
of the woman lying beneath another man while he drove her to distraction with
his hands and mouth. The scene made Dylan hard and uncomfortable. Angry. They
were teasing him, but he didn’t know how or why.
He narrowed his eyes, inspecting
the man from head to toe, studying him more closely while his gaze searched the
bleak bar. Dylan decided the madam’s companion was almost too attractive to be
a mere mortal. There had to be more to him and the ravishing brothel mistress.
In fact, they were both possibly, the best-looking people he’d ever seen.
The man’s gaze finally settled on
Dylan’s face. With an all-knowing smile, he let his eyes drift over Dylan’s
shoulders and chest, down to his narrow hips where he paused.
Dylan’s arousal pushed at his
leathers. The man shifted his eyes back up to Dylan’s face, questioningly. Bile
rose in his throat as old suspicions surfaced. He started to sneer at the
woman’s companion until they made eye contact, and then something between them
shifted.
Dylan couldn’t mistake the
connection between them, like kinship. The stranger appeared not much older
than he was...physically. Like Dylan, the man’s cold eyes reflected age and
knowledge beyond his years. Perhaps it was just his confident manner that
suggested he was ageless.
Dylan understood how bravado worked,
but this was different. The man’s expression said he’d seen too much, done too
many wrongs during his time on this earth, and what surprised Dylan most was
that in his eyes was a need for redemption.
Amyra’s brother…his name was Nicolaus.
“No. I am Niccolai Xenos. Come
away to our rooms. You do not seek one of these whores. This place is not right
for you.”
Although Dylan kept his mind
guarded, their abilities were powerful enough to pass through his barriers. He
didn’t understand why his blocks weren’t working or, since neither the man nor
the woman had spoken a single word, how he understood they intended him no
harm.
Amyra took Dylan’s hand. “Come with
me, beautiful one, and I will help you find the peace you seek, tonight.”
Niccolai draped an arm over his
shoulder—a comrade, safe and unthreatening. “You need what we offer, and we
seek what only you can provide.”
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