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What can you do when what you long for is what terrifies you most?
Olivia Fournier keeps her immortal heart locked away, determined never to allow another man—another vampire—to rip it to shreds as her sire did. She is the cold-hearted bitch everyone hates, and she likes it that way. The last thing she wants is love… Or is it?
Alexander Mitchell has recently been tasked with leading the fight for vampires’ survival against the growing threat of the Hunters. The last thing he needs is to be distracted by the infuriatingly frustrating Olivia Fournier. Then again, maybe she is exactly what he needs.
Can the pair work together to save their species? Or will Olivia’s trust issues and attempts to undermine Alex’s leadership cause them to lose more than a chance at love, but to lose their lives, as well?
Chapter 13 Short Excerpt
The second Alex pinned Olivia to the wall he sensed her defenses weakening. When he’d kissed her, touched her, she’d reacted as if those ugly moments in the car had never happened. Still, he knew not to push things too far.
He would have loved nothing better than to do all he’d told her and to show her she was worth far more than her asshole sire had led her to believe.
Her silvery gaze held Alex captive. Her strength shown through, but so did her desire for him.
“Drink from me.” He hoped it would calm her further and bring them closer in a way she felt safe. In control.
It was clear Olivia needed to be in control.
And he needed to be closer to her.
Her stare locked onto his throat, and she licked her lips. Then she looked up at him. “Are you sure you want that after everything I’ve put you through?”
He stroked her hair. “Yes, Olivia. I’m sure.” He leaned down so she could reach, and he tilted his head to give her better access.
Her lips met his skin in a soft kiss. Such a light touch, yet it ignited a fire inside him. His cock grew hard and he groaned. A few more kisses followed, and then…her fangs punctured his throat and she grabbed onto him, pulling him tighter with all her superior strength.
He allowed her to have this power over him, but he also allowed himself to enjoy the feel of her body crushed against his. The sweet sting of her fangs and the rhythmic sucking of her drawing in his blood. Within minutes, her hips ground into him, matching that frantic rhythm.
He planted his hands on the wall for support, another groan ripping out of him. “Fuck, Olivia. I want you so bad.”
She sucked slower, alternating between drinking him in and feathering kisses over the wounds as they healed. “Kiss me.” Her words were breathy, so sexy.
He cradled her face, stared at those luscious lips, and took her mouth with dominance he couldn’t restrain.
But she quickly broke away, and he feared he’d gone too far again.
“Did you hear that?” Her stare darted around, searching the night.
He’d been too distracted to notice anything but her. “Hear what?” His gaze followed hers, but he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Rows of houses, cars parked along the street, lights occasionally illuminating driveways.
“Maybe it was my imagination. I’m not quite myself tonight.”
He took that as a cue to put the brakes on the evening’s fun once again. What had he been thinking? Even if this latest round would have led them back to her bedroom, it wouldn’t have been right for him to sleep with her. Not after all she’d gone through. She wasn’t in the frame of mind to make a decision like that.
He had to be a better man for her. Not let his libido, or even his heart override his mind.
Pulling her close, he turned them until his back was against the house, giving her as much control as possible. Hopefully making her feel safe as possible. “Maybe we should slow things down a bit.”
She rested her head on his chest and sighed. “I think that’s a good idea. My head is spinning. Just hold me until it stops.”
He kissed the top of her head and enjoyed the feel of her warm breath through his shirt. He surveyed the neighborhood once more, but nothing stirred this time of night. Or was it early morning by now?
It didn’t matter that there was a long day ahead, long weeks even. It was worth it to savor these fleeting moments with such a questionable future looming over them.
He breathed in her sweet perfume, letting it drag his mind away from the uncertainty. “What do you say we go back inside? Sit and talk for a while?”
Easing out of his embrace, she nodded and smiled. After fishing her keys from her purse, she clasped his hand and led the way. She closed the door behind them, tossed her purse aside, and tugged him into the living room then flipped on the lights.
She grabbed a remote off the coffee table, and soft music drifted from the speakers around the room. When she sat the remote down, she pulled him toward the sofa, but he had to resist.
“Why don’t we dance?” He brushed a loose strand of hair from her face.
She flashed him another beautiful smile. “I’d like that very much.”
Holding her close, he moved their bodies as one away from the coffee table to the open area of the living room. Her head rested on his shoulder as they swayed to the music, her arms wrapped around him tightly.
If this was the real Olivia, he could lose himself in her.
And this had to be who she really was. Ever since the night he’d pinned her to his car on that country road he’d seen glimpses of this lovely creature. The more time he spent alone with her, the more she let down her guard.
The more he felt for her.
The more he wanted to make her happy.
He rested his head on hers and closed his eyes.
As the song came to an end, the sound of breaking glass destroyed the serenity.
Olivia jerked and grunted, slumping in his arms, moaning. He scrambled to hold onto her and bolt out of there, but another window shattered.
Something hit him in the back, searing into his flesh.
Struggling to fight what appeared to be the effects of silver, he lost his grip on Olivia, and her limp body thudded to the floor. His vision went black. The blood pumping through his veins truly seemed like it was on fire now. His legs gave out and he dropped to the floor, too. The sharp pain from his head hitting the stone hearth of the fireplace was the last thing he felt before losing the fight to stay conscious.
I hope that excerpt grabbed your attention, and I hope you want to find out what happens next.
Let me just say these two went through hell and dragged me through it with them.
It was the most emotional book I've written so far. I love this couple and their journey. I hope you will, too.
If you want to read another excerpt, check out this blog post.
Longing for Surrender
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