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An immortal vampire’s eternal loneliness is shattered by his mortal fated mate, whose own power could either save him or doom them both. Now, they must navigate a world of endless possibility and peril, where every desire is a conquest and every touch could be their last.
The scent of her hit him across the crowded gallery—not just blood, but life, and something else, a power that vibrated in the air like a struck bell. Earl’s world narrowed to the curve of her neck, t
The scent of her hit him across the crowded gallery—not just blood, but life, and something else, a power that vibrated in the air like a struck bell. Earl’s world narrowed to the curve of her neck, t
The first taste of her blood was not copper, but sunlight and ozone. It exploded through his dead veins, a searing, ecstatic pain that was her power, her life, her very soul flooding into him. Kimberl
The shift from bed to chair was a transformation of the world. Here, in the seat of his solitary brooding, she was enthroned. The dynamic flipped—she was above him, the firelight gilding her skin, but
The chair groaned beneath them, a throne of surrender. As Kimberly rode him, each deep, claiming stroke peeled back another century of his solitude. His hands, once anchoring her, now trembled against