Will Caylee’s salvation come from the solitude of a cold, dark grave or from the sinful delights of surrendering her body and soul to the seduction of a wickedly sexy, dark and dangerous, powerful immortal?
Protecting a small mortal woman is an easy task for an exalted immortal warrior who brandishes the power to control the fiercest forces of nature with a thought, right? Nope. No way…not in this story. As far as I’m concerned, making any sort of fraternization with a woman even a teensy weensy bit easy for a man with such great strength and power would be tragically boring. It’s so much more entertaining to shove him to the brink of madness and force him to exert his rippling muscles.
From the beginning of time, Haden’s kind has fought to stop the deadliest forces of darkness from destroying mankind. He has never feared defeat until now. He would sacrifice anything, even his life, to protect Caylee. But despite possessing the dragon’s fierce nature and power, there’s little hope he’ll save her from a lust-crazed vampire that a rogue demon is aiding. Instead of completing the ritual that’ll give his eternal breath to her and bind their souls together for eternity, will Haden be forced to kill Caylee to prevent her from suffering a never-ending thirst for blood?
Excerpt
Fangs lengthening, Paul leaned down, whispering, chanting in a strange language. She couldn’t understand his words, but she felt the great intensity of his hatred and rage. His teeth, searching for her pulse, scraped her throat.
Lightning tore across the sky, and deafening thunder rumbled in Haden’s wake. He dropped from the sky and landed in a crouch. Standing upright, his wings shimmered for a few seconds and then disappeared.
Paul jumped up and stood over Caylee. She tried to scoot away, but he was standing on her leg. The ground heaved and rolled as Haden stepped forward.
Hoping Paul was too distracted to notice, Caylee attempted to pull her leg out from under him. He looked down at her and growled, fully baring his jagged teeth and razor-sharp fangs.
“You look terrible, Paul.” Haden’s voice was serene, nothing more than a whisper, but it held unimaginable power and unparalleled might. His lips parted in a callous smile. Appearing completely at ease, he shrugged. “You’ve made many mistakes, but I promise this will prove to be your worst.” He waved his hand.
Chucked by an unseen burst of power, Paul’s body flew several feet and crashed into a brick wall at the far end of the alley. He started to get up, but he was struck in the chest by a bolt of lightning. His body violently convulsed for few seconds and then stopped. He remained, stretched out on his back, completely still.
Haden was several feet away, but Caylee felt him take her arm and help her up.
She looked at him. Actually, she gawked at him. It was impossible not to stare at him.
He was a captivating sight, surrounded in a black, glittery mist. A godlike warrior. Her heart raced. He looked different than usual. She would’ve never thought it was possible, but he looked more merciless and dangerous than ever before. His eyes were unreadable, bottomless pools of something very dark and passionate.
Her thoughts wandered as flames raced through her body. He was a sinful specimen of masculine sensuality. He was a wonderful, delicious fantasy, the most scintillating of all. She could and would secretly dream of spending hot, steamy nights in his arms, touching him, feeling his touch. But that was it. She wasn’t the kind of woman to have a man like him.
Haden held her gaze. She was everything wonderful. Beautiful. Sensual. Innocent. Strong. And so much more. She was everything. He allowed his gaze to wander over her picture-perfect body. The right side of his mouth curved upward in a grin. “We’ve spent many hours together, little love, but I’ve never see so much of you. Your choice of clothing is causing my mind to conjure up a few naughty thoughts. I do believe I’ve gained a new appreciation for the rain. When it’s wet, your shirt leaves very little to be imagined.”
She felt his sinful gaze touching her, slowly spreading over her flesh like a smoldering fire. Before she could blush or scold him, Paul roared. It was a terrible, inhuman sound. He jumped up. Eyes filled with deadly, venomous rage, he rushed toward her.
Haden moved so quickly she couldn’t possibly see it, but when he gently kissed her brow and wrapped his coat around her shoulders, time seemed to stand completely still. Though his kiss was only a brush of his lips, it sent electrical currents zipping through her veins and over her flesh.
In an instant, Haden turned and slammed into Paul. The impact of their bodies made a terrible, bone-breaking thud. They tumbled back and forth, hurling each other to the ground and against the buildings. Caylee watched in awe. Common sense told her to run and hide, but she couldn’t budge an inch. All she could think about was the hot sensation of Haden’s lips on her flesh. She wanted to kiss him. Taste him. She needed to feel his mouth on hers. Her stomach was fluttering, and her head was spinning.
What was wrong with her? Danger surrounded her, and she was standing there fantasizing. She had been attacked by a … by a … oh, my God! He’s a vampire!
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