Brides of the Ovedani Book #4 Available for preorder.
When the sexy and sarcastic vampire hunter Tara finds her fate colliding with a powerful vampire, she’s thrust into a dangerous fight for her life. Hunted by a sinister enemy and forced to rely on Gideon for protection, she can’t help but find him impossible to resist…
Struggling to maintain control of himself
and grappling with centuries of pain, Gideon sees a glimmer of light in Tara.
For the first time, dying is no longer an option. But if their enemies catch up
to them, he risks losing her forever…
Can Gideon keep Tara safe from the forces
determined to destroy her? Or will the fear of losing his newfound mate be
enough to push him over the edge?
Short Excerpt:
“What
did you just say to me?” I grasped his arm. “I mean it, darn it. Tell me what
you keep saying to me in Italian.”
“Vivo solo per i tuoi baci.”
He
leaned forward, giving me another slow, passionate kiss that made my insides
melt like heated butter.
“Loosely
translated, it means I live only for your
kisses.”
I
glanced down, unable to meet his gaze while my face burned.
No
one had ever said anything so romantic to me before. I peered up at him, unsure
if he was serious or if it was just a line. Something he used on the women with
whom he planned to have sex.
“Why
do you say that?”
“I
have thought of little else since I first saw you when we met.” He held my attention,
his dark eyes intent as he searched my expression for something.
“For
centuries, I searched for a mate, for a woman who would complete me. In absence
of such a woman, I wished for someone, anyone, who could make me feel… anything.”
He took my hand in his and placed a passionate kiss against my palm.
“After
searching for so long, I thought my heart had withered. I thought it long dead.”
For a moment, he
stared down, his thumb caressing the back of my hand.
“I
found myself thinking darker and darker thoughts as the years passed until I
could no longer stand the dark shadows filling my soul.”
With
his head bent over my hand, I couldn’t see his expression, or his eyes—not that
either would have revealed much. They rarely did.
“It
was as though I had lived my life in a perpetual night, with no promise of the
sun.”
He
lifted his head, his intent focus holding mine.
“Then
I saw you sitting in the kitchen at Casa
Sicura. You were a beacon shining through the darkness. Your scent is that of
the sweetest honey, your skin the velvety softness of a perfect flower.”
My stomach flipped at his earnest words. Either my judgment was lacking, or he meant every word he said.
“I saw you and my heartbeat raged out of control, my breathing stopped and I realized, in that perfect moment, I didn’t want to breathe if I couldn’t draw in the scent of your beautiful hair or the glorious honey of your very being.
“Impossibly,
I forgot the centuries of loneliness when I looked into your lovely,
midnight-blue eyes and saw the stars of a darkened sky.”
Slowly,
deliberately, he kissed the tips of each of my fingers.
“If
just one of your kisses can bring my dead heart to life, what could two or
three accomplish? Perhaps a miracle, yes?”
He
stared at my lips for a minute, his expression so intense, I almost grabbed him
by the ears and dragged him to me for another passionate kiss.
I
didn’t because I wanted to hear more. I yearned to hear more. I think I needed to
hear him say the words as much as he needed to say them.
“I
live to kiss your sweet lips because life just isn’t worth living without doing so.
Only you have returned the light to the darkness inside me, and I adore you for
it. What is life without the light? What is breath without life? Before you, I barely
existed. With you, my heart sings and I live.”
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