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?
“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.”