Flame In The Rain

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With an exciting plot, witty characters, and scorching scenes, Spell of Love: Lust Upon Roses made this reviewer stop a few times to catch her breath. I highly recommend this book and demand a sequel! -- Mila Bean, Just Erotic Romance Reviews Alyssa Brooks’ Spell of Love: Lust Upon Roses is an exceptional tale that should not be missed. The author has created characters that you hate to say goodbye to as the story ends. -- Tewanda, Fallen Angel Reviews Short as the story is, Ms. Brooks gives us a completely fleshed out romance. A sweet story with sizzling love scenes, Lust Upon Roses is a keeper. -- Amber, Coffee Time Romance

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SPELL OF LOVE: FLAME IN THE RAIN

Alyssa Brooks

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Prologue

London, England 1579

Reaching up, Thurston drew the sword from its spot over the unlit stone fireplace. He ran his finger slowly over the blade, feeling the strength in the cold metal. Just to hold it brought back the thrill of battle. He had been an excellent swordsman in his day. Fought with all his heart in many a battle. His wife’s pleading cry filled the air. So pathetic. Helpless. Chills ran down his spine. Yet, he could do nothing for Mary. Blast it, he couldn’t even go to her. It was unheard of. He ran his tongue along his gums, raising his face towards the brilliant sunlight streaming through the window of the sitting room of his master suite. It was nearly high noon. His child would be born to the light. Perhaps he should name him accordingly. The day was so sunny and fresh for normally damp London. For a moment he tuned out the whimpering of his wife, listening to the sounds of horses’ clip clopping on the cobblestone street below. It was calming to him, for some

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unknown reason. On his most stressful days, he’d escape from his office to listen to the sound of the traffic moving past his home. Again Mary screamed, this time even more shrill. Anger at his hopelessness snapped through him. He swung his sword, slashing it through the air. He wished he could fight for her. To protect her from the pain of childbirth. Edmund had warned him not to be present on this day, to go riding or bunker down in a saloon. One single tear rolled down his cheek, and he quickly swiped the silly thing away. Again he slashed the sword through the empty air. Only Mary could have softened him enough to make him want to settle down. To leave behind war to instead make babies. But Edmund had been right. Wulfhere had to fall. The tiny kingdom could not hold on forever. Sooner or later suspicions would grow. There were those who would not take kindly to the spell cast upon them. The priests would deem them evil. And likely the King of England would not be able to overlook such a sin. Wizardry and magic were condemned in England. He continued to slash the sword as his mind flooded with sporadic thoughts. He could have signed up for the army. Instead, he’d elected to marry his pretty princess and put her through hellish torture delivering his babe. He slashed the sword again and again. He did not like this. Her cries. Her desperation. They were cutting through him, killing him. If something happened to her ... Without her he could never live. But he had no choice. He was stuck walking this earth for all eternity. She, however, could die at any time. Damn himself for not being more forceful! He should have made her accept the potion from Rane. He should have forced it down her throat. When this was over, she would drink. He would not ever again experience the horror of possibly losing his princess.

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Then suddenly, her cries and whimpers were replaced with a bone-chilling scream that could shatter glass. Then silence. No babe’s cry. Nothing. Thurston clutched the cold metal of his sword and raced toward her private quarters down the hall. The quiet became more and more deadly with every step. Something was wrong. He swung open the door with a shattering bang. “I’m truly sorry, sir.” The white-haired midwife stepped aside, knotting her gnarled, bloody hands in panic. “She was too small, I tell you.” There his wife lay, her face whiter than the pillow it rested upon. Her brilliant golden hair was spread over her shoulders, damp with sweat. Between her legs, blood soaked the mattress. She was unmoving. Dead. And on her belly laid his son, curled in a ball. He was stiff, white, and covered in blood and something white and cheese-like. Dead as well.

No! No, no, no!! Thurston lost it. Rage flooded through him, robbing his ability to reason. Pure, unadulterated madness drove him, suddenly and with great strength. His eyes set on the pathetic, sniveling midwife, who stood with her white-haired head downcast.

The witch! She’d done this! Her lack of true medical skill had murdered his wife and son! Damn the woman! Enraged, he swung his sword wildly in her direction, the blade connecting with her shoulder in a sickening strike. Hurled by the force of his anger, the sharp metal nearly sliced her arm right from her body. Blood squirted from the wound,

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spraying everywhere. The woman screamed with high-pitched desperation, her agony dropping her to the floor. Thurston drew heavy breaths, again raising his sword. He’d slaughter her. He’d ... “Please, sir, please ...” she pleaded. Her begging reached out and touched him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, reality was beginning to slowly settle in. The rage evened. He stared down at her with burning hatred, blaming, wanting to strike further. But he knew he could not. Numbness took over. Like a zombie, he dropped his sword. It hit the floor with a loud clank. Turning, he looked at his wife. He could not leave her. He refused to lose her. Slowly, he walked to the bed and climbed in. His arm wrapped around her, over her belly and the babe he’d never even named. That was how her family found him.

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Chapter One

Cairns, Australia 2005

Kat was hungry. Starving. Not in an empty belly, “need a hamburger” kind of way. No. It was the ravenous drive for blood exploding within her. If she didn’t feed soon, she would start to go berserk. It had been too long since she’d tasted the salty-sweet crimson liquid. She was weakening, the drive in her growing to a maddening level. If she didn’t feed soon, she’d begin to age.

Man! This curvy dirt road was supposed to be a shortcut! Where the hell was Captain Cook Highway, anyway? She jammed her foot down onto the accelerator. A sudden loud pop burst through the air, and her car went squealing across the dark road. She fought for control of the vehicle, gently depressing the brakes as she pulled the Jeep off the road. Great. Just what she needed, a flat tire! Ughh! She was too hungry for this. She opened the door then stepped out of the vehicle. What should she do? Cairns was miles down the

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road yet. Quite a flight for her to take with weakened powers. She could do it, sure, but it would’ve been better if ... Her sharp eyes skimmed the slanting tree line. In the far distance, she noticed a subtle yellow glow. A light. Perfect! She pushed the button on her keychain, the locks to her vehicle immediately clicking shut. Then she set off down the steep hill into the thick rainforest. Shadows darkened all around her, whipping and peeking out around the tall trees. The twisted, hanging vines looked like black snakes dangling from the sky. The night air warm and humid, but the dark night and tree cover provided relief from the scorching temperatures she’d experienced earlier that day. A slight breeze caressed her skin, and she shivered, chilled. When she was hungry she always got cold, now matter how warm it might be. She’d come to Cairns for the warm, sunny Australian weather and the virile young surfers. So far, so bad. Whoever owned the place with the light better be young and healthy. With rich blood. If she didn’t feed soon, she’d start to wrinkle and age. The last time she’d gone so long without drinking, she’d put on five years. If she were destined to live forever, she’d prefer to do it without wrinkles. As she approached the glowing light, she realized quickly it was a larger sized bungalow. Nestled into the rocky cliff side, it overlooked the beach. Tall, lush tropical plants of all sorts camouflaged it. Her eyes scanned the beach. Moonlight shimmered down on the water lapping over the white sand. Methodically the tide surged back and forth, creating a rhythmic, relaxing whoosh. Beautiful. Maybe once she fed she’d stay the night here. Unlike most vampires, she preferred solitude and quiet. Rather then staying near a clan, near her home, she traveled, hitting beaches where young party kids were easy targets. Sure, she had to carry a touch of her native soil with her. But she was strong enough to venture out and would not be tied down. She liked seeing the world and figured if she had to live forever, she would enjoy it. She had never really liked the fact that she’d been bitten. She hadn’t wanted to be a vampire;

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she’d wanted to be a doctor. But how could she? Daylight burned her like acid. Damn the one who had done this to her. Yet, sometimes she thought she might go home. Find her original clan, and be amongst other vampires She longed for someone to love. A place to belong. Friends. Family. Even just someone to talk to. Forever on this earth was a long time to spend alone. She relished the fact that she would never die. She hated the thought of death and always had. But, sometimes her life just felt empty. Still, she’d never found a place or a person she felt comfortable enough with to stick around. Other vampires reminded her too much of who she had become. Sure, she might be lonely, but when she examined her choices, she’d rather be alone. Kat slid her hand down the rail that guided several stone steps. They led to a wood, wraparound porch. The foot wide lumber was well varnished and maintained. She rounded the corner and found a sliding glass door. She knocked. And she waited. She knocked. And she waited. She knocked. Inside, she heard gruff grumbling. She couldn’t make out what the man was saying, but he wasn’t happy. Well, she was not giving up. She pounded harder. “Damn it! Can’t you get the bloody point?” he yelled. But thankfully, she heard his heavy footsteps approaching the door. The curtains flung open, revealing a man glaring at her through the glass. Kat’s gaze skimmed over him. He looked like a certain Hollywood star ... hunky in a cute way. She

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couldn’t quite place her finger on whom, though, and immediately it starting bugging her. Who did he look like? She drank in the sight of him. Over six feet tall, his brawny frame supported thick, well-defined muscles. His skin glowed with a deep, bronze tan, accented by curling, bleached blond hair all over his bare chest. She swept her gaze upward, noting the sinewy muscles of his neck, the way his veins were defined in certain places. Perfect. And he was handsome, as well. Shaggy, uncut hair, practically white from the sun’s bleaching rays, framed his strong face. Though, his scowl did little for him. His jaw was hardened, his full lips pressed tight. Framed by golden lashes, his sky-blue eyes glared at her. She’d like to see him smile. She’d bet it was heartbreaking. She couldn’t help but run her tongue along the inside of her mouth. He was strong. He was healthy. He was sexy. “I need your help,” she purred in a low, demure voice. Again she flicked her gaze over him, settling right on the bulge in his worn blue jeans. She didn’t just want to feed from him. She wanted to enjoy him. She wanted to devour his whole body with hers. Immediate lust flooded through her like a heat wave. It settled in her lower regions, tensing her with want. Suddenly, all she could envision was herself on top of him, their sweaty, naked bodies slapping together as her sex swallowed his cock. Ah, the pleasure he would bring. Especially as she sank her teeth into his neck.

***** Thurston stared through the glass into the pale, angelic face of the woman begging for his help. From her skin tone, she definitely wasn’t an Aussie. But how had she not burned

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the second she stepped onto the continent? She was whiter than anyone he’d ever seen in Australia, her skin smooth and porcelain-like. In fact, she looked a lot like a doll, with her heart-shaped face, and huge, pleading green eyes. Small, yet full lips pursed as if ready for a kiss. Silky, immensely curly, thick black hair fell all around her shoulders. She wore too much makeup, and her mouth was painted blood red. If she’d wipe off some of that damn lipstick, she’d almost look innocent. Almost -- except for that body. She had more curves than a Playboy centerfold. She was neither too tall nor too short. Just right, he’d say. Her breasts practically poured from her tight fitting tank top. An overpowering feeling to help her overtook him. To peel away her too-tight jeans, free her breasts from the push-up bra she obviously had popping them up and out, and wipe away her lipstick. And kiss her so thoroughly she’d be begging for something else entirely.

Blast it! He was very tempted to quickly sling the curtain shut. He didn’t want to be bothered. Didn’t need it. He hated all these invading tourists and surfers who had no inkling of the notion of privacy or respect for the earth. They were ruining his beach, and his life. He hated being near any people besides his brothers. He was beginning to think he should move to the Outback. Maybe after two hundred years it was time to find a new home. Yet, she looked so damn pathetic. Cute. How could he not aid her? How could he not fuck her? Already he knew she’d be the death of him and he’d only set eyes on her three seconds ago. “What do you want?” he all but boomed. “I’m Kat. My tire’s flat. I’m afraid I don’t have a spare and if I could just use your phone. Please?” Again she pouted those sexy lips. He wanted to devour them.

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His cock jerked and hardened, the vein in his shaft pulsating with need. He hadn’t touched a woman in hundreds of years. Hadn’t wanted to. But damn ... He unlocked the door and slid it open. “I don’t have a phone.” “No phone?” She wrinkled her dark brows in disbelief. “Nope. I don’t have anyone to call.” “Well ...” A sigh of frustration escaped her. “What can I do? I’m stranded.” Did he dare? Could he? He felt so compelled. Drawn. He stepped aside, allowing her entry. “Why don’t you come in, then?”

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Chapter Two

Kat practically swept through the door, not hesitating a moment. Her gaze roamed his small, open home, enthralled by it. Everything was so natural, appearing to all have been hand built, except for the large screen TV sitting in one corner. But the rest of the furniture, while gleaming from lacquer, did not appear to be factory made. It was more rudimentary. Yet, fluffy pillows of cream-colored silk covered the couch and chairs, an out of place decorative touch, and one she wouldn’t expect from a bachelor. Was he married? Shells and trophy fish of all shapes and sizes, decorated the living area. In the kitchen, the counters were small, the only appliances a refrigerator and indoor barbeque grill. Not even a stove, or oven, or microwave graced its confines. That told her one thing. She had herself a nature’s man. A meat eater. Good. Very good. The light from a table lamp burned her eyes, but thankfully, it was dim enough to bear. No matter though, she’d turn it off soon enough. “I’d give you the grand tour, but this is about it.” His voice was hard and uncomfortable as he spoke. “Thurston, by the way. Make yourself at home. In the morning, you go.”

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A sly smile formed on her lips. How fast should she move? She was so hungry ... Besides, he looked like a needy man. “Oh, I don’t believe you’ve shown me the bedroom.” Without preamble, she headed down the hall. She was sure to sway her hips, wagging her ass, like she was tempting a dog with a bone. “Hey,” he snapped. His hand caught her shoulder. “My room is private.” Kat took a step closer, bringing herself within a hair’s breadth of him. Her chest nearly brushed his, and she was just close enough to tempt a kiss. “You don’t really want to be private tonight, do you?” “You’re bold for a woman.” “Life is short,” she offered. But not for her. No. Never for her. Which was exactly why she had no pause in her actions. She was here, stuck on this earth for a very long time. Not exactly her preferred choice, but she might as well enjoy. And she was too damned hungry to be patient anyway. The lamp switch was within her reach, the table holding it but a foot and half away. The light was hot, burning her up. She couldn’t take it. Quickly she leaned over and flicked it off. Then she turned back to him. She raked her nails across his chest, just hard enough to leave a pink trail across his tanned skin. She looked up at him, all too aware the smile she was giving him was a knockout, fuck-me-please look. An exaggerated sigh escaped Thurston. “Damn woman.” Everything in him looked like he was doing battle. His words sounded like he was in pain. For several seconds he hesitated, to the point where she was sure he would deny her. Then suddenly his arms wrapped around her, yanking her to him. His lips crashed down upon hers, hard and needy. She met his fierce kiss with her tongue, stroking it inside his mouth. She ran it along his teeth, teasing his tongue with daring flicks. He groaned in her

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mouth, pulling her even closer. Her breasts squashed against his hard chest, her nipples hardening as they rubbed against him. Tingles traveled through her areolas, shooting through her chest and traveling down her spine. Thurston’s arms lifted her with ease, cradling her as he accosted her with his tongue. He carried her across the room, depositing her on the sofa of fluffy pillows. She sank into its softness as he immediately began to peel away her jeans. Every one of his strokes, every touch against her skin, made her feel alive again. Electric shocks ran through her body, settling in a pool in her lower regions. Her pussy pulsated, beginning to burn to be filled by him. She yanked off her shirt and bra as he did away with her jeans and panties. In seconds she lay before him naked, spreading her arms in welcome. He looked at her like a tiger would look at its prey. Hungry. Desperate. Needy. She knew he was getting the same look from her. How could it not show in her eyes? She wanted this man with desperation. His sex. Pleasure. Blood. She was so hungry, so needy. Sticky, wet juices slid down her thigh as she watched him strip off his jeans. Underneath, he wore no underwear of any type. His long cock popped free, standing tall. It was thick-headed, with a strong vein running down the shaft. She could see the blue of his blood, and, oh man, how it tempted her. She wanted to sink her teeth in right then and there. Leaning forward, she took him in her mouth. She slid her lips over him, teasing him with her tongue. His fingers knotted in her hair, and he grunted and groaned as she took all of him down her throat and slipped him in and out of her mouth in a fast, thrusting motion. Thurston roughly pulled her head back, causing her scalp to prickle. “You’re too much.” She’d show him too much.

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She continued to tease his cock, suckling at the tender spot just under the head, then running her tongue up and down his shaft. Pre-cum glistened on the tip, telling her just how far she was pushing. She would not let him over the edge. She wanted to drain his blood in the midst of a climax. Releasing his cock, she urged him down on the sofa. He chuckled as she climbed on top of him. She threaded her fingers through his pale, shaggy locks, pulling his head towards her breasts. His nose nuzzled between them, brushing back and forth. Cupping their weight, he drew the left one to his mouth. He circled the nipple with his tongue, then suckled it. The motion made her hard bud graze his teeth as his tongue flicked it. Oh man, he was good. So good. Abruptly, Thurston transferred to the other side. He pinched that nipple as he slid it into his mouth and slightly nibbled at it. Kat slid her body down his so that her wet sex hovered over his cock. She rubbed against the head, letting it brush the most sensitive spots of her body. She wanted him to touch her all over, to move on from her breasts to her belly to her ass -- her whole body. She needed to feel hands roaming over her, tracing her sensitive spots and exploring intimate areas. She grabbed his hands, pulling them away from her breasts and placing them on her back. “Touch me.” He smiled slightly, and a dimple appeared in right cheek. His blue eyes sparkled with interest. He looked different from when she’d first set eyes on him. Carefree. Whatever grudge he carried, it did not exist when he was enjoying her. His fingers caressed her back slowly, lightly tickling her skin. They moved over her ass, to her thighs. With every touch and stroke, her pussy pulsated with tingling desire.

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His forefinger ran along the crevice of her rear, tracing downward. He brushed over her anus, making it pucker as he continued on. He found her pussy, slipping inside of her. In immediate response, she tightened. He placed another finger in her. Meanwhile, his pinky flicked against her clit. The appraisal made her grow crazy, near the point of panting. God, he had big fingers, and dexterous ones at that. It made her wonder about his cock. How skilled was he with that? His other hand gripped her rear, holding her in place. While leaning on one arm, she reached around and grabbed it. She moved it to where she wanted, right over her anus. He went no further than that, but he didn’t need to. Just the thought of it there, hovering so close, made her delirious with want. She could wait no longer. She pulled her lower body away from his hands, immediately grasping his cock. She held the hardened shaft in her hands as she thrust it deep inside her, rubbing her G spot. She screamed out. He groaned. Tightening her muscles around him, she began to thrust back and forth. She leaned forward so her clit rubbed against him, the friction heightening her desires. She fucked him with everything she had, not slowing for even a second. Ecstasy built in her body, bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm with every second. She worked him hard, not letting up. Finally, she was at the brink. All her pent-up desires pulled into one and she knew she would soon burst. She wanted to drink from him as she did. Leaning forward, she began to nibble at his neck with hungry kisses.

***** Kat’s love bites increased, as did her frenzied fucking. Thurston held her rear end tight, trying to control her but having little luck. By God, the woman knew how to fuck like an animal. He liked it.

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Suddenly, she sank her teeth deeply into his neck and began to suck. In that second, everything seemed to go in slow motion. Thurston looked at her, seeing her eyes glowing blood red with evil. By God, she was a vampire! He grasped her head, yanking her sharp fangs from his neck. He shoved her backwards, and she tumbled away, landing on the floor. Kat looked up at him, her teeth extended, but not a drop of blood on them. She hissed, the red in her eyes slowly fading.

Bugger and blast! His shock had him staring like a boy looking at a nudey magazine for the first time. “Are you crazy?” She ran her tongue along her lips. “I’m starving, you tease. Where is your blood?” A sarcastic chuckle escaped him. Blood? He was as soulless as a vampire. Undead. Immortal. He just shook his head. She scrambled to her feet, her hands going to her hips in a gesture that made her breasts thrust out. Already he wanted to suckle them again. Blast the woman! Kat squinted her green eyes in accusation, as if he were the one who’d done something wrong. “Are you a vampire?” “No, but you are, you bloody soulless bitch.” “No shit, Sherlock. But I have a soul, thank you very much.” Anger twisted her voice, her face slightly contorting into a long, demon-like blur. For a moment, he was almost scared. He stopped himself from jumping back. After all, what could she do to him? Nothing, apparently. She’d tried and failed. Annoyance crept through him. She’d just tried to murder him. Yeah, she had a soul. No wonder he hated strangers. More proof that living alone and staying alone at all times was just the way to go.

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Now, after a couple hundred years of not touching a woman, his cock had been teased to death with no release. And the lady thought to steal his blood and leave him dead. For once, he was thankful for Rane and his spell. Otherwise he’d now be a vampire. Thurston stood and shook his head. “Get out of my house. My woods. Away from my beach. Now.” He started to walk away, ready to hold the door open for her. He’d bet she didn’t even have a flat. Hah! Her hands flew to her hips. “No.” He turned back. “No? Excuse me, I don’t think you have a choice.” “Not until you tell me what you are.” What he was? He was an immortal coward who’d hurt a helpless old woman, a man who couldn’t protect his wife, or save his child. One who had no business letting her in, no business thinking he dared to have the right to touch a woman again. This was his punishment. He deserved it. “A monster,” he boomed. “One you should be very afraid of. Now get out.”

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Chapter Three

Kat just couldn’t leave. She was an old vampire, having been bitten in the late seventeenth century when she was eighteen. But in her time and experience, she’d never heard of anyone who could withstand a vampire bite. He reached for the lamp, ready to turn it back on. “No!” she cried out. “Leave it! The glow of the TV is enough.” His hand did not leave the switch. “Leave or I will turn on all the lights.” “I just want to talk to you.” “I thought you were so hungry.” “Please.” Kat did not know why it was suddenly so important to her. It was just this feeling. Like she was meant to talk to him. To know him. She wanted to know what he was, and desperately. “Why?” She stepped closer, pouting. “I don’t know. I just ... it’s this feeling.” “Damn that mouth of yours, woman.” “It is skillful, is it not?”

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He laughed, and the ice around them broke. Warmth cracked its way into the hard moment. “I never wanted to be a vampire. The choice was not mine. I cannot help it if I must feed,” she told him in a low, delicate tone she prayed he’d believe. “I cannot help who I am.” Thurston nodded. “Then you and I have something in common. I never wanted to be immortal.” She slowly made her way to the kitchen table, sitting on a wooden chair and tucking her knees under her chin. The seat was hard. He needed cushions. She studied him. “But if you are not a vampire, then ... how?” “A wizard. An ornery one, at that. I’m forever under his spell.” He shrugged and sat next to her. “I guess I could fix us some cold drinks. It’s hot and we ...” He let his words trail off as if he were not about to admit what they’d been doing. “None for me. Unless you have blood,” she joked, knowing her humor wasn’t tasteful. “A wizard. Wow, how old are you?’ “Hey!” She laughed. “Well, you know what I mean.” He pulled out a chair and sat next to her. “I’m a little over six hundred years old. This was my father’s doing. He wished for his kingdom to live forever.” “Did it?” “No. Everything great falls in time.” She nodded, looking to his beautiful blue eyes again. “Do you hate it?” A hard look chilled his features. “Every moment.” “Sometimes I do too. Sometimes.” She tapped her hands against the table. “I mean, I love this world and death terrifies me, but ... dying would have been so much more pleasant in the long run.”

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For a moment silence fell between them, hanging heavy in the air. Her hunger began to take precedence once again. In the back of her mind, it was like she had crazy evil clowns chanting and mocking her. Feed. Feed. Feed. Kat wanted to stay. To talk to this man who drew her so. But once again, being a vampire was ruining things for her. She had no option. No ability to stop it. The disease in her had control, and she had to leave. Now. Slowly, she stood and pushed her chair back in. She said nothing as she went and gathered her clothes from the floor. Neither did he. Piece by piece she dressed, then headed for the door. She guessed she just didn’t want to say good-bye, so she didn’t. A part of her hoped perhaps he felt the same way. Walking out onto the porch, she pressed her eyes shut, willing her wings to come. With a fluttering poof, she turned into a bat and flew away.

***** Thurston stood, knocking his chair to the floor with a rattle. With his mouth agape, he watched Kat through the open sliding glass door, an agile, fluttering black bat flying away.

Amazing. Why had she gone so suddenly? She had just stood and left after having insisted on their conversation. Would she be back? He hoped so. Not just because his cock ached for the release she’d teased him with, but because he liked being around her. In the brief moments they’d talked, it had felt damned good. God, he’d wanted it to continue so badly. To have someone to keep him company during his long, sleepless night. To comfort him. Nothing could’ve been sweeter. How long had it been since he’d talked to anyone? Ages. He went to the gatherings and met his family every year, but that was it. No friends. Not even any acquaintances. He was always alone, purposely scaring people off.

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Kat’s leaving was probably for the best. He knew that. Alone was how he was meant to be. After his crazed attack on the midwife, he knew he had no business being close to anyone. Losing his wife and child had killed him. He no longer lived. He was just a walking shell, forced to remain on this earth. He shook his head, remembering the way Kat had looked at him with those haunting green eyes. Like she could see his soul. Like she already knew his deepest, darkest secrets. Like a zombie, Thurston walked onto the porch and leaned against the rail. His eyes scanned the night, hoping for a glimpse of her. He should stop this now. He dared not be close to anyone. What if he lost them? What if he hurt another person in uncontrolled rage? Yes. It was better that she was gone. From now on, he’d let no one in, no matter the emergency. He needed to remain alone. He could chance nothing else. This was his destiny. A secluded life filled with long, sleepless nights and loneliness.

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Chapter Four

Kat perched on the ledge of the balcony, watching the shadows of the couple as they stumbled into the hotel room. In each other’s arms, they fell back onto the queen-sized bed and began fondling each other. Piece by piece their clothes were stripped way. The girl was on top; pushy, and not shy in the least. That told Kat one thing. Seducing them and getting herself into this room would be a piece of cake. Perfect. Young people tended to be too easy. Staying out late, drinking until they hadn’t a drop of sense. Leaving their curtains open. Didn’t they realize anyone in the parking lot below could see into their room? She’d simply walked up from the beach where she had drained a lone walker, scanned the balconies, and bam! She had her next victims. Their foolishness had just cost them their lives. Soon, they would walk the earth for eternity, just like her. Since the eighteenth century, not much had changed. Whenever she wanted an easy, fulfilling feed, she only had to look for someone young, drunk, or horny. When she could find a combination of the three, it was even better. People had no idea how easily they let evil into their lives with their weakness.

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Quickly, she gave a whirl and transformed from bat to human. She licked her lips. The ravenous need pressed forth in her once again. Standing on the balcony, she knocked on the glass with a tap, tap. The sexual groaning inside abruptly ceased. Both heads jerked up. “What the ...” The male voice boomed, then hushed to a whisper. “Someone is on our balcony.” The girl cracked up laughing, her squeal high-pitched and annoying. “No, really, Jilly,” he insisted in a worried tone. For a moment everything was quiet. Then suddenly Jilly fumbled off of him, stumbling as she made her way to the door. Her boyfriend chased right behind her, neither of them bothering to cover their bold nakedness. They had nice figures. Beach bodies, accustomed to surfing and sun. Both were blond, and ripe with good health. “What the fuck?” Jilly, the poor little fool she was, slid the sliding glass door right open for her. “Tom ...” Kat had but to be invited in. Too easy. Kat drank in the sight of their healthy bodies. She couldn’t decide whether to simply drain them or to enjoy them a little first as she often did. After her meeting with Thurston, her body had been left with an unsatisfied longing. They were tempting, and she hadn’t kissed a woman’s soft lips in weeks. But, she just couldn’t get her mind off Thurston. Their conversation, the look in his eyes, was imbedded in her very soul. She longed to go back to him. To finish what they’d started; to find out more about him. His story left too many questions, questions she found she hungered to have answered. Besides, the way he had touched her ... exquisite. Yes. She needed more of Thurston. After these two, she’d borrow their room and tuck down for the day. It was nearly four a.m. Soon the sun would be coming up. When it went back down again, she’d go back to him.

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Kat lifted the corner of her lips, giving a slight, lustful smile. “I thought I might join you two.” “Are you freaking crazy?” Tom looked up and around, his brown eyes round and huge. “Where did you come from?” She shrugged innocently, her eyes deliberately taking in every inch of their bodies. “Up there. I slid down. I heard you and ...” She slipped her hand down her body, over her breasts. With her thumb and forefinger, she pinched her nipple. “I thought I might join you. Please.” “What?” Tom half stumbled over his own tongue, his eyes immediately going to Jilly as if asking for permission. “Please. I’m all alone.” She pouted. “I’ll be submissive if that’s what you like. Or aggressive. I just need a woman to touch me. A man to fuck me.” Jilly looked like she didn’t know what to do. Her eyes darted to Tom, then to Kat. “I’ve never slept with a woman before, and --” Kat quickly cut her off, raising her brows in a way intended to dare Jilly. “We’re young. Shouldn’t we try everything?” Again Jilly looked nervous, but she licked her lips in a suggestive way. “You’re not saying ‘no,’ Tom. So I guess I’m saying yes.” Kat raised her brows. “I can come in?” “Yes.” They both responded at once. Kat brushed right past them. As she walked, she discarded clothes. She peeled away her top, letting her breasts fall free. Her jeans peeled away less easily, but she simply made a show of it. Inch by inch she scooted them down, swaying her hips. When she was finally free of them, she flopped onto the bed. She spread her arms over her head and her legs wide open. The two gawked at her, and she thrust her hips upwards. Like they were dogs shown a treat, they both clambered onto the bed as if it were an emergency.

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Tom wasted not a second in going for her left breast and Jilly followed his lead. They each took a nipple in their mouth, eagerly sucking. Their teeth grazed her sensitive nipples, making them harden into tight buds. Immediate lust filled her lower region, yet her mind quickly fled to Thurston again. Suddenly she wanted very much to get this over with. Although she was compelled to kill when she fed, it always left her feeling overwhelmed with guilt. As she thought of Thurston, she was reminded her of how she longed to be human. To be lovable, good, and pure. Kat pushed aside the fleeting thought and concentrated on the two sucking on her nipples. She ran her hands over their smooth bodies, relishing every inch of their silken skin. She grasped Jilly’s arm, drawing her away from her breast up to her mouth. Their lips pressed together without passion. Only desire. Jilly’s tongue swooped in, teasing hers. Kat moaned and decided it was time to get on with it. While she kissed Jilly, she pushed Tom’s head down to her pussy. She thrust it in his face, silently urging him to lick her. He followed her lead, diving in with his thick tongue. Immediately he was busy, licking, sucking, and fucking her with his tongue. Kat knew he’d never know the difference between Jilly writhing in pain or pleasure. Pinching Jilly’s nipple tightly, she worked her mouth across her chin and down her neck. When she found the spot, she bared her sharp fangs and sank her teeth into her juicy flesh. Immediately, thick, rich blood began to flow into her as Jilly cried out. She bucked and arched, but her efforts were pathetic. Tom never even noticed the difference. No doubt he thought Jilly was enjoying herself, with the way she was writhing. He was in for a big surprise. Kat drank from Jilly until she was sure the girl was unconscious. Then she rolled her aside, flipping her body away like a sack of potatoes. Tom’s eyes darted up, and immediately he started to jump away.

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In the back of her mind, Kat thought of what a terrifying sight she must make. Red glowing eyes. Large pointed fangs. Blood dripping from her mouth. Poor guy. She lunged forward like a pouncing cat, landing on her prey and knocking him backwards. She attacked his neck, driving her fangs deep into his vein. He fought her, twisted around in a fury. But when triggered, her strength was that of three men. She held him down in a tight grip and sucked the blood from him. His body went limp under her assault, allowing her full access to drink. Kat had her fill, but she did not finish him. She’d had plenty to eat tonight. The two fools would remain passed out and weak for a very long time. Three visits from her and they’d be one of the undead, born to the dark to serve her. If only she’d let them. When her victims clung, she always turned them away. She had no desire for creating a family or clan. She was a loner and preferred to stay that way. Yet, they were her meal. This was her destiny. Unchangeable. She’d finish them off. Yes. She’d sleep here today, and she’d feed from them again tonight. Guilt seeped through Kat. Why couldn’t she bring herself to drain them all at once, completely killing them, rather than changing them? Somehow, bringing more over to her sort of existence seemed wrong. But, the thought of ending a person’s life on this earth tortured her. She couldn’t do it. Most times, she drank lightly from her victims, allowing them to live. But, this time she really wanted to stick around a while, which required she draw little attention to herself. Then she’d go to Thurston. Standing, Kat tried to shake off her grave thoughts. She couldn’t change who’d she’d become, she reminded herself as she stretched and went to the sliding glass door. With the snap of her fingers, she slid the floral print curtains shut. Then she went to the bed, flopped down between the bodies, and reached for the phone. Her other hand went to the vial of earth hanging around her neck. She squeezed tight, a warm feeling rushing over her, the comfort of her homeland calming her.

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She needed to call her roadside assistance company to have her tire fixed and then she wanted to zone out to some television. Morning was near.

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Chapter Five

Thurston pushed his fishing pole into the sand then sat down on the beach. Waves of cool water slid back and forth against him. He kept one hand on the pole, just in case he got a bite. If he did, it would only take a small fish a second to snatch his pole into the ocean. Over the years, this had become a tradition. First he would do a bit of night fishing, catch his meal, and then cook an evening breakfast out of it. Usually, he barbequed while he watched late night television. Then later, he’d swim and maybe fish some more. That was his life in a nutshell. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept through the night. It had started with the dreams -- the horrific visions of what he’d done the night his wife and babe died. The chilling memories had woken him in a sweat, night after night, hour after hour. Eventually, he’d just given up. He’d taken to the night, often staying up until noon. Never did he go to bed until he was so tired he could avoid the horrific dreams. Besides, nowadays it was the only way he was left alone. Damned tourists were invading his beach left and right. Always bugging him. Wanting to chitchat. Spooking the fish. Sometimes he thought he should hightail it out of here. The Outback was looking mighty fine. He wanted to go somewhere other people would not want to come. When he’d

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been transported here as a prisoner in 1789, being near anyone had been overwhelming. Just to have someone talk to him had made him feel like he was suffocating. He’d promptly escaped and found a place where he could be alone. For years, he’d had peace, at least in an outward sense. But inwardly, he lived in a personal hell. Leaning back on one elbow, he stared at the night sky. The air smelled of the salty ocean. Stars twinkled against the darkness and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. A gentle wind blew, cutting the heaviness of the humid air. Like many nights on Ellis Beach, it was comfortably hot and pleasant. He could never leave. He loved it here. Grabbing his pole, he stood and waded into the water. He reeled the line in a bit, yanking against the pull of the ocean. A shadow swooped over him, casting a dark reflection on the water. It darted around in a circle, growing larger. He glanced upward, catching the sight of a black bat from the corner of his eyes. Could it be? Had she come back? He turned, his eyes scanning the sky. But all he saw was stars. He sighed. Probably his imagination ... Not that he was hoping to see her again. He wanted to be alone. “Hey.” Thurston jumped what seemed to be a mile high, nearly tripping and falling into the water at the sound of her soft voice. He whirled around, finding her standing directly in back of him. She wore nothing but a hot pink string bikini, boldly displaying much of her smooth, pale skin and curvy body. “You nearly scared the life from me.” “I thought it was already gone,” she quipped, raising her dark brows. “Funny.” He turned back around in an abrupt motion, immediately beginning to reel his line in. “Why’d you come back?”

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“I never wanted to leave,” she whispered. “I would have never asked you to stay.” The end of his line came in, and he grabbed the empty hook. He looped it to an eye, then turned around. Immediately he headed towards his bungalow. “I’m not interested in company.” She followed behind him. “You were interested last night.” “A mistake.” “What was? Touching me? Or the brief second of an intimate moment we shared? Because for a mistake, you seemed to want both really bad.” Her hand grabbed the muscle of his upper arm, stopping him with surprising strength. “We have things in common. A connection. I’ve thought about you since we parted.”

Blast it. He’d thought about her too. And just the feel of her hand on his skin was so enticing. Last night, the feel of a woman in his arms had been so great. The things she’d made him feel so intense. The want. The need. God, he couldn’t deny it. Immortal he might be, but he was still a man. Too long he’d been denied. Her presence made a million pent-up fantasies come rushing forward all at once.

God. The things he could do to her ... She was an immortal, like him. What could it hurt, enjoying her presence for just a bit? He certainly couldn’t hurt her. Even if he couldn’t trust himself around people, she wasn’t really a person, was she? Her long, red lacquered nails raked down his skin. Prickles ran across it, shooting straight to his cock. It came alive. He came alive.

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He practically pounced on her, his mouth swooping down over hers in a passionate attack. His lips molded her mouth, his tongue sweeping in and brushing hers. Sensation jolted through her, going straight to her sex. Like wax melting down a candle, they sank down to the sand. He hovered over her, slowly stripping away her thong bikini bottom. The ground was rough against the skin of her bottom, making her body all too aware of every feeling, every touch. Reaching up, she unfastened the front snap of her bikini top and the pink triangles fell away. Her nipples jutted out, already hard and ready to be kissed. Instead, he grabbed a handful of sand. He dumped it on her stomach in a pile over her belly button. Slowly he began to spread it with his thumb. He worked his way upward, sliding the grit over her delicate breasts. He traced her areola, slowly working his way around it. When he completed the path, he pinched her nipple. Kat arched up. It was so rough, yet so sensual. He continued his circles, his touch painstakingly slow and ever so soft. She wanted more. Needed it. God, she loved to be touched. Anywhere. Everywhere. He moved to her other breast, lavishing it with the sand as if he had centuries to do so. He did, but she’d be damned if she could play like this much longer. He was driving her crazy! She grabbed his ass, trying to pull his cock towards her. She was not a patient woman. Her sex was dripping. Deep within her womb she pulsated with a desperate need. His hands grabbed her wrists, yanking them over her head. With one hand, he pinned them so she could not move. As a vampire, she could gather incredible strength. If she wanted, she could throw him aside and do what she wished. Yet, a part of her longed to have someone restrain her. To take away that ability, rendering her helpless, like the average human.

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He held her wrists together in a tight grasp, and she let him. His other hand kneaded her breast, his mouth nibbling her neck. Playfully, he nipped and sucked at her jugular. His thumb flicked and toyed with her hardened buds. Slowly he moved south. He relinquished his grasp, but a part of her pretended as if it were still there. He spread her legs open, the sand on his fingers rubbing over her delicate folds. One of his fingers, then two, invaded her. She arched against them. In answer, he added another. He began to fuck her hard with them, his thumb pressing her clit. She thrust against his hand, wishing for more. Her juices dripped over his fingers, the scent mingling in the air with the salty smell of the ocean. She sucked in an unneeded breath, the odor of her desire making a heady giggle escape her. She often had sex with her victims in order to seduce them. But rarely just for the fun of it. Barely ever, in fact. Thurston was different. She couldn’t feed from him. With him, sex was truly about pleasure. “Fuck me, now,” she pleaded. “I need you.” He ignored her, continuing to explore her with his fingers. His other hand caressed her ass, barely brushing the skin. The sand made her tingle. He trailed it around, finding her anus. His finger pressed into it, forcing her to lift her hips to his attentions. She gasped, sucking in a breath of shock. How she loved it when a man touched her there. It sent her ecstasy upward, and ensured that when she did climax, her pleasure would be all the greater. Both his hands toyed with her, driving in and out of her with jerky motions. The thrusts of his fingers made her crazy. She wanted more than this. She was losing it! She couldn’t take it and she wanted to come over his cock.

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She clenched her teeth, holding back the orgasm she teetered on the edge of. She’d had enough of this. Her hands began to fumble, waving through the air as she reached for him. He laughed, finally relenting. His fingers slipped from her, leaving her empty and hungry. Sitting up, he unzipped his pants. His long, jutting cock thrust out. She started to sit up, wanting to lick up and down his shaft. But he pushed her back down, spreading her legs open. With one thrust his cock rammed into her, filling her completely. She bucked against him, wanting it hard and fast. He answered her as if he could read her mind. He pumped into her with speed, his hipbones thrusting against her thighs. His fingers roamed over her cheeks, the sand rubbing against her entire body. From her upper back to her rear, the rough caress filled her with sensation. His finger slipped down the crevice of her ass, stroking her puckered anus. She almost lost it right then and there, but she held on. His pinky finger pressed into her anus, and slowly fucked her as he slammed into her. She tightened the muscles of her sex around him and met his thrusts with bucking of her own. Pleasure took control, sweeping her away into the height of ecstasy. Her whole body shook, reaching a peak where she could no longer hold on. It was as if she was hanging from a cliff edge, and her fingers were slipping ... She spiraled upward as her pussy convulsed. She screeched, running her long, sharp nails down his back. He stiffened, thrusting himself so hard into her, her whole body slammed backwards in the sand. He buried himself deep, jerking as his come filled her. His finger slipped from her ass, and he wrapped his arms around her as they collapsed together. Lightly, she ran her hands over his back where she had dug her nails into him. Nothing. Not a scratch or drop of blood to be found. She laughed. “You’re exactly what I needed all along. The only mate I’ve ever found that I can’t kill.”

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He grew stiff, then suddenly yanked from her hold. He stood all in one motion. Kat raised her brows. “What did I say?”

***** A clap of thunder boomed in the distance. A storm was coming. She could smell it in the heavy humid air, the threat hanging around them. When he didn’t answer her, she decided to do so herself. She knew what this was all about and it pissed her off. She’d meant it as a joke. She’d lived with herself long enough to be able to laugh about it. After all, she couldn’t change it now, could she? “Does it really bother you that much that I’m a vampire? Then why did you sleep with me? I can’t help it, you know.” He huffed, shaking his head. “It sounds as if it’s your own conscience speaking. Frankly, I don’t really care. What’s the difference?” His voice grew stiffer. “You are a vamp. I’m a monster. You’re right. We’re perfect.” The air around them intensified, growing thick with the threat of the impending storm. The ocean became noisy as it crashed against the shore, the waves beginning to grow. She almost wondered if it was her heart making the storm appear from nowhere. The way he made her feel ... She liked him so much, so intensely, and without reason. Something in her yearned for an emotional connection with him as well as sexual. It was a need she couldn’t let go. She had to know him, to feel him, to touch him, to have him. She hated the idea of him thinking less of her. Of him possibly rejecting her because of the curse over her. “It is my conscience, and yes, I do have one. I have a soul as well. Many think vampires are soulless. It’s the worst insult.” Her voice echoed her pain. She walked to him, placing her hand on the small of his back. “I told you before. I never asked to be bitten.”

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Cold drops of rain pelted on them, and the waves on the beach suddenly strengthened, crashing in brutal assaults over the shore. Where had this storm come from, so suddenly? The rain seemed to have little effect on him. “How did it happen?” he asked softly. She lifted her face to the cold. A ripple of dread ran through her. Speaking of it was like reliving it. Even now, she remembered the pain of those teeth sinking into her jugular as if it were yesterday. Drawing from her. Stealing her very life. For three days they’d drained her. Each time they had left her so weak she couldn’t fight, couldn’t resist. She’d allowed them into her room, and after that, Katherine Jones had been history. Kat had been born. “I got a new position, cooking in the castle. I lived in England, in Berkshire, a cook in my father’s tavern since I was a teenager. Then suddenly, the lord’s men came swooping down with their decree. I was to cook for the lord. Oh, I thought I was somebody. But the very first night, I saw it. The way he looked at me. Even the way Lady Elizabeth looked at me. So hungry. Desperate. Needy. By the second night, they were seducing me. I thought they wanted a threesome. It began that way, at least.” “Why would they bother to wait? Why not attack you at first sight and be done with it?” His tone hardened with annoyance. “Why bring you to the castle?” “A good vampire knows better. You have to be careful. Guarded. The world doesn’t exactly welcome us with open arms.” A moment of silence passed, then he nodded. “Yes, I can sympathize with that. It’s why I chose to live here. The privacy. But of the late, it’s gone.” “Somehow, I am guessing privacy isn’t your only reason for being here.” “No.” His voice went stiff.

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Kat narrowed her eyes. Thurston intrigued her. Yet, she hesitated a moment before she dared ask. From the squared hardness of his shoulders, he was holding back a painful secret. She wanted to know, and then again, she didn’t. What if it was awful? In the end, she just couldn’t resist. It was like a power over her, this need to know him. All of him. “Can I ask?” She kept her voice low, sweet, and sympathetic. She didn’t want to anger him by being too bold and nosing in his business. He seemed so guarded. He let out a ragged breath, not answering for several moments. “I suppose I might as well tell you now. I like you enough to know I better get on with scaring you off. The longer you’re around, the more it’ll be a bother when you run.” So, he was sure he’d scare her away? She couldn’t imagine that. After all, what did she have to fear? Unless he was about to tell her he was a priest, or vampire slayer, she couldn’t imagine. “What makes you think you can scare me off?” “I killed my wife by impregnating her with my child.” He spoke evenly, with conviction. He thought he was awful for his innocent deed and had accepted it for fact. Kat lifted a brow, running her tongue along her cheek. So, he had a guilt trip. Nothing more. Nothing less. In her opinion, it was human nature. Everyone carried some sort of regret, from large to small. Herself included. But to think himself a monster? Why? Death in childbirth was a common thing. He must have truly loved his wife. The concept did not make her jealous, but instead warmed her from head to toe. She was glad to know he’d once tasted an emotion so sweet as love. He should relish the wonderful memories he at least had. If there was one thing Kat had learned, it was that life had to be lived. She traveled because she was always running, away from the sadness and towards the light. She would never know heaven, never know true bliss, but why should she spend eternity in her own

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personal hell? Even the simplest pleasures in life were very important to her now. She would not let herself slip into misery, even if it was always there. Chasing her. Haunting her. Maybe she could help him find some measure of happiness as well. She cleared her throat. “You mean childbirth killed her.” “Had I gotten Rane to give her the potion, she would never have died,” he answered in a steely voice. “Maybe she didn’t want to live forever. Maybe you have no right to have ever wished it on her.” “Maybe.” He gave a short, sarcastic laugh laced with bitterness. “I’m here as a convict, sentenced to life in seventeen eighty-nine after they twice attempted to hang me. I spooked them, and believe you me, I had no wait in the Hulk. Most prisoners could spend months, or years, even, in the prison docks. Not me. I was on a boat faster than they could pull the anchor. It was right around that time Britain started rethinking the use of capital punishment and sending more convicts to the penal colonies.” He shook his head, raising his chin. “For many, death might have been better than coming here and sweating and starving to death.” A life sentence? That she hadn’t expected. She gulped away the knot in her throat. “My God. What did you do?” He just shook his head. “See how much I like you? I’m avoiding the truth even though I say I’ll use it to drive you away. I’m always avoiding it.” He turned and looked her dead in the eye. “I slashed the midwife’s arm nearly off. I was in such a rage, finding my wife and son dead. To this day, I can still envision the way the blood squirted.” Kat took his revelations with restrained shock. She projected herself as calm, biting her lips to hold in the curling sickness and pity she felt for him. “You didn’t kill her?” she asked. His tore his eyes away from her, looking out to the raging ocean. As he spoke, the rain intensified, pelting down on them in heavy streams. “No. I curled up with my loves and went

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to sleep. Just went to sleep like nothing. She did, as I later learned, live. But her arm was useless afterwards. So now you know, I am a monster. I am the one without a soul.” How could anyone hate him for that? The poor man! His guilt was no petty one, to be sure. But did he really think she’d run from him for such a sad mistake? No way. She wrapped her arms around him, wanting to comfort him. To let him know she was there and wouldn’t leave. To think of all the years he’d lived alone and hating himself. Thinking he was a monster. That was the true tragedy. A strike of lightning hit the sand, only twenty feet in front of them. Kat jumped then squeezed closer to him. “Thurston, take me inside away from this storm. Let me comfort you. Let us comfort each other.” As he looked down on her with huge, yearning blue eyes, Kat couldn’t help but think they were meant for each other. Like long lost soul mates. She needed him as much as he needed her. She was tired of being alone, of having no family. He needed someone. They could help each other. Pleasure each other. Love each other. Forget who they were, and what they’d done. When they were in each other’s arms, there was a warmth and attraction that erased everything bad. And both of them needed that desperately.

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Chapter Six

Thurston fixed the brightness of the tiny portable television so its glare was not so strong. Its subtle glow cast shadows through his small kitchen, the dull drone of a late night sitcom filling the room. The rest of the house was lit by only a few candles, partly because the electricity was out, but more to cater to Kat. Any measure of light beyond a tiny glow bothered her. As much pleasure as her presence brought him, he wanted her to be comfortable. It wasn’t just the sex. Oddly enough, she made him feel at peace. Even with the storm raging around them, the wind whipping and whistling around his bungalow, he was humming. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d hummed. Or sung. Had he ever? Once. When Mary had been alive. And then had come the pain. He shook his head, shaking away her image. He knew he should send Kat away. Tell her not to come back the next time she left. He knew where she’d gone during the early morning hours. To feed. She had been rather blunt about it, suddenly standing up, stating

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she had victims to finish off, then flying away. Twice she’d gone. Twice she’d come back in the night. Twice she’d made love with him again. Kept him company. But in the past twenty-four hours, the storm had increased to a point where he figured it would keep her here. He certainly couldn’t expect her to leave in it because he’d decided to develop a heart and a conscience. And deep down, he simply didn’t want her to go. Blast it. He needed her to stay. He paused his humming at that thought, realizing what had just run through his mind. Needed her? Damn. Absolute silliness. A crash of thunder shook the house, followed by three beeps on the television. He glanced at the screen, expecting to see a flood warning. Instead, bright red words flashed across the bottom, warning of an upgrade to a category two typhoon. Thurston quickly flipped to a news channel, his eyes opening as if he’d seen a ghost. A cyclone hadn’t hit here in years and years. The last time one had hit he’d had to rebuild the house. Damn it. Why hadn’t he watched the news the past couple of days? He listened, going back to flipping the pancakes that he was cooking in a cast iron pan over his barbeque. On one side they were now nearly black. Buggers. A burned dinner. Not to mention a warning to evacuate the beaches. He scooped the dark brown, crispy pancakes onto a plate. The weatherman was forewarning that the storm could possibly be upgraded to a category three during the night. In a storm that severe, surges of water could flood the beach with enough intensity to wash them away. Ellis Beach in particular was very thin, just a strip of sand along the ocean. He wouldn’t leave his home. Not now. Not ever. But he better warn Kat. The storm might be bad now, but it was going to get a hell of a lot worse. She could still safely get out of here. He’d even let her use his cycle if need be. He dumped a load of maple syrup over his pancakes and grabbed a fork. Carrying the plate, he headed into the living room.

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Kat lay amongst the many cream-colored silk pillows decorating his couch, snuggled up with a good book. A blanket covered her body, but he knew underneath she was nude. The urge to cuddle against her and bask in her warmth nearly overpowered him. She looked up, her green eyes laughing with humor. “I thought you were having pancakes. That looks like a plate of syrup.” He couldn’t help the deep-hearted chuckle that escaped him. That was her power. He was learning fast. She was very good at making him smile. “Hides the taste of my cooking. Besides, I love sweet things.” “Maybe you should dump syrup all over me ...” She threw the blanket aside, exposing her long, smooth, creamy white legs. “And lick me clean.” His gaze drifted across their length, settling on her ankles. Nowadays, they were not a forbidden sight. Still, they drove him crazy. Their bones were so delicate. Fragile. He wanted to kiss them. He couldn’t help but lick his lips. My, she made an enticing sight. “Tempting.” He sat down on the couch next to her, laying his hand on her bare thigh. Her skin was cool and he rubbed it. “But no.” She arched a brow at him. “Something is the matter.” She had this way of making him feel guilty as well as oddly happy, mainly about feeling guilty. Around her, he felt as if he had no right to complain. Like he had no business doing anything but smiling. His stomach knotted, his insides twisting like a snake was crawling through them. He nodded, looking away from her. “I think you should go. There’s ...” She jolted upright, a panicked looked flooding her emerald eyes. Resistance sparked in them. “Don’t you dare. You’re not shutting me out. We --” Immediately her hand clutched his arm. He couldn’t help but smile as he turned to her. “Hey. It’s not like that. It’s the storm.”

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“So what?” “It is turning into a category three typhoon. Worsening. It’s dangerous to be here.” “I don’t care.” She shrugged her shoulders, looking him dead in the eye. “I want to stay with you. You need me.” “That’s really sweet. No one has ever cared so much.” He reached out, running his thumb over her cheek. Her skin was so soft under his touch that it sent chills down his spine. “But seriously, the house could be washed away.” He wanted to do more than touch her sweet, delicate cheek. He wanted to kiss its softness, to run his tongue over her face and down her neck. Tasting, biting, sucking every inch of her bare skin. His cock began to harden, urging him to take her. She was here, right in front of him. Naked. Available. Willing. How easy it would be to start making love to her, to spread her legs and drive his cock deep within her. Her palm cupped his chin, stroking him with her thumb. She forced him to look her in the eye. “So you’re leaving as well?” Immediately he turned away, his voice again turning hard. “This is my home. I lost it once, and few things are so very dear to me. I stay.” He needed to put aside the lust and act like a grown man, not some randy teenager. This was a real situation, here. He didn’t want anything happening to her. “Then I’ll stay as well.” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “That’s absurd.” She flopped back on the couch as if he’d said nothing important. She stretched, exposing her supple, tantalizing body to him. “Why? It’s not like I’m going to be killed.” Impatience began to rise in Thurston. The woman was impossible, and her mortality wasn’t the point. His tongue flicked over his lips, which twisted in annoyance. “No ...”

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“Shhh ...” She sat back up and pressed her finger over his mouth. “Don’t fight. Let’s enjoy each other. We’ll get to know each other some. Cuddle up and talk. I know your past. You know mine. But that’s not who we are. Let’s get to know each other.” Her finger roamed over his lips, slowly tracing their shape. He could have groaned aloud, but he stopped himself. “What’s there to know?” She held the book. “Well, for starters, this book. Very intriguing. Did you enjoy it?” He nodded stiffly. “I did.” She was changing the subject and he didn’t like it. Besides, talking led to friendship. Friendship led to love. And he wanted none of either. He enjoyed her body. Her presence. But he wasn’t into getting to know her. The last thing he needed was to get close with anyone. It could only end up in pain. A humorous smile lit her eyes. “Interesting. I’ve never known a man to enjoy a romance novel, much less a regency.” He shrugged. “Some men do.” “More men should. They might learn a thing or two.” “They’re a good escape. I like the way the make me feel. I read them and pretend I have a normal life.” Why was he still talking? He wanted to stop, to go back to what was important at hand and avoid all this sappy talk. And yet, he just couldn’t stop. “Some might tell you a romance novel is not a prime example of a normal life.” “More normal than mine. Someone like me can never have the happily ever after.” “I ...” She leaned forward, lightly pressing her lips to his. Her mouth caressed his, hovering over it as she spoke. “Disagree.”

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A strong force in him pulled. Maybe it was just his cock, stiffened by the desire that pushed him to her. But he had a strong, overwhelming need to touch her, to be near her, in her, anything to get as close to her as possible. Despite himself, he started to lean forward, itching to grab her lips with is. “What is it about you, Kat?” His fingers found her silky hair, wrapping around the thick, curling strands of black. “Why can’t I push you away?”

***** Kat did not know what to say. There was no answer, except fate and destiny. How could they not be meant to be? It was like their souls were connected, held together by strings that had been drawn together and tied tight. Why, or how, or even what it was, she did not know. But she was as drawn to him as he was to her. She could not leave. Even if she did, she knew it would be like the other times. She’d go, but she’d be drawn to get back as fast as possible. She could not escape it. She had to be near him. Her hand went to his cheekbone, caressing it and his gruff unshaven jaw. The tiny, blond coarse hairs prickled her skin and sent chills down her spine. She could taste his hot breath and smell his manliness. All of it filled her with sensation that shot straight to her sex. Outside, thunder crashed and boomed. The rain pelted down over the roof, hitting like stones cast from the heavens. But the true storm was raging inside, the intense lust and need between them growing thick like thunderous clouds. He was fighting it. She could easily sense that. But she was not. She liked feeling good, and he made her feel splendid, indeed. She wanted to escape in his arms, to beat reality altogether under his touch.

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She grabbed his mouth like a fierce animal, twisting her lips with his as her tongue slid into his mouth. She swirled it around, tasting him. He groaned, his hot breath filling her mouth. The plate of pancakes dropped to the floor with a clatter. His mouth drifted downward over hers, his mouth taking her lower lip and suckling on her. Not hard, but enough to drive her absolutely insane. She tightened the muscles of her sex as a wave of need gushed through it. Suddenly he broke away, his mouth trailing down over her neck and collarbone. Kneeling down on the floor in front of her, he pushed her thighs apart, moving between them so his torso pressed to hers. His hardened cock leaned against her thigh, tempting her with what was to come. He leaned in and nuzzled her cheek with his lips, the gruff stubble that shadowed his chin tickling her skin. It caused such quivers in her she almost laughed aloud. Thurston feathered a soft rain of hot kisses on her cheek, then pressed his forehead to hers. His breathing had gone slightly ragged. “Touch me.” His warm breath caressed over her skin. “I want to feel your hands all over me. Just as I did you.” His erotic whisper sent a thrill skating through her body, and she obeyed, reaching up to rake her fingers down his back. Her hands stroked downward, over his jaw to his neck. She traced the line of his collarbone with light fingertips, grazing the dark blond hair on his chest. The sensation caused a powerful tingling between her thighs. A heavy, ragged breath tore from Thurston, the tension of arousal coiled within him very clear. She knew he was restraining himself. That he wanted to slam into her and thrust until he came. He was impatient as she was, but being careful to take his time. Was it for her? Or himself?

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She hoped for both. She reached down, grasping his cock in her hand and stroking it. It pumped under her attentions, pulsing with need. With her other hand, she roamed over his firm ass cheeks. The round globes were perfectly shaped, as if sculpted from fine marble. She delved her finger between them, careful not to go too far or too much. Her finger brushed over his anus, just enough to tease him. His cheeks clenched around her hand, and she knew she’d just driven him crazy. Again he captured her mouth in a tender kiss, this time pressing firmly but not demanding. She slid her hands over his shoulders, delighting in the hard ridges of muscle. She rested there for a moment before moving on, savoring the strength that filled her palms. The scent of her arousal filled the air, sweet, salty, all-telling. She wanted him so badly.

Too badly. She was dripping for him, probably soaking the cushions under her. She trailed her finger along the vein of his shaft, the touch ever so light. He groaned aloud, taking his kisses down to her breasts. “I want to experience every inch of you. Slowly. Completely.” “Don’t you dare miss a spot,” she answered. Thurston rubbed her inner thighs, the friction heating her as he pecked a trail down her neck to her chest. His mouth suckled and teased at the sensitive skin of her breasts, slowly, torturously, working his way to her nipple. The tip of his tongue swirled softly over the sensitive bud. Sensation hit her, shooting straight to her sex like a torpedo. She lit into a searing flame, ready for him now, but delighting in every moment of the wait. Her slit pulsed, yawning and hungry for his cock to fill it. He began to suckle at her nipple, gently pulling it with his teeth. His tongue darted out and teased her, driving her wild. She arched up, running her hands along the chiseled muscles of his back. Every inch of him was perfect. Made for her. Driving her crazy. His mouth released the hardened bud, moving on. With little kisses melting over her peaks, he made his way to her other nipple. His tongue traced around the circle of her areola ever so slowly, gradually working its way in. He teased the tip of her

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nipple, brushing back and forth across it. Then he formed a strong suction over it, drawing it into his mouth. She lifted her hips against him in yearning, dying for more. Other places begged to be touched, pleasure shooting through her body. She cried out, but her scream was barely heard as thunder crashed around them. A sensation throbbed through her fangs, followed by a tingling. The urge to feed surged into her very being. She tried to push it aside, but sex and blood came as one to her. She could not feed from him. He was immortal as she. But damn, she was hungry for it. Slowly she traced her pointed teeth over the flesh of his neck. If only ...

No. His mouth broke free from the party he was having on her nipple, again making a path to new destinations. His lips burned a hot trail over her stomach, slowly nibbling at every inch of her skin. Being bit at fascinated her, and drew her into a trance of desire. She bucked against him, her nails digging into her back as she thrashed around. “Thurston, now!” she hissed, desperate for him to fill her. Slowly, while still nipping and sucking at her, he shook his head. “I said every inch of you.” She thrashed again, unable to stop. Suddenly, his head lifted. He looked around with serious, determined eyes. In an abrupt movement, he lunged forward. She jerked her head around to see what he was doing. He removed a thin, black leather belt from his discarded jeans. He yanked it free with a snap of his wrist, setting his gaze back on her like she was prey. He grabbed her wrists, wrapping the belt around them, and threading it through so it held tight. But he didn’t look pleased. A devilish look, filled with fire and orneriness, filled the golden sparks in his blue eyes. For someone so blond, he looked very dark.

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Slowly, he shook his head in displeasure. “Not enough.” She lifted her chin, yanking at the bonds around her wrists. “But ...” His finger pressed gently to her mouth. “Shhh ... or I may gag you as well.” Her tongue darted over her lips, the only action she could take. She was speechless. Every instinct told her to tell him to back off. That he was going too far. But she wanted him to go too far. He stood and lifted her. Like a giant barbarian, he tossed her over his shoulders, swatting her ass in the same motion. She squealed, thumping against his well-muscled back as he carried her off. Down a dark hall they walked, through a door. A single candle lit his bedroom, revealing a four-poster, king-size bed. On it, a red velvet bedspread and pillows covered it in royal fashion. It looked like a room suited to a prince. A window opened opposite of the bed, allowing rain and high winds to blow into the room. The cool, stormy air felt wonderful against her bare skin, and it pleased her when he did not bother to close the shutters. The raging thunder echoed even louder, shaking her very heart as he tossed her onto the bed. Without a moment’s hesitation, he searched the room. He came back with two more belts, one of brown leather and another of black. He wasted not a moment in spreading her legs wide, and lashing a belt around each of them. He fastened each leg to a post, leaving her pussy open to him. The wind whipped around the strong scent of her desire, filling the air with a lusty smell. Again the thunder boomed and the flame of the candle flickered. The air tickled her sex, driving her mad with the teasing sensation. The breeze caused his blond hair to whip around his face wildly. He smiled, looking directly in her eyes. “I know you wanted to bite me again, but I won’t allow it. I will do the feasting around here.”

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Slowly, he crept onto the bed and up between her legs. With every inch, he trailed kisses along her burning thighs. His tongue delved into her folds, slowly licking over her clit. She arched up, the intensity of it too much. But there was no escape from him He continued to explore her sex with his mouth, lapping at it from front to back. His tongue flicked across her perineum, daring to touch her anus. She jerked at her bonds, though she relished his attentions. She wanted it so much she couldn’t stand it. His fingers joined in the fun, three plunging into her sex and fucking her while he licked all around. She clenched around him, wanting more, needing more. This was torture. She loved it. She moaned aloud, drooling to touch him. To have his cock in her. For more. Of anything and everything. Just so that she could be satisfied. Being tied like this left her so very helpless. Sure, she could gather her strength and tear free. She could hold him down and do what she wanted. But that would ruin the fun. “Thurston, please,” she moaned. “I need ...” He lifted his mouth from her, smiling an ornery lopsided smile. “What do you need, love?”

Love. He’d just called her love. She tried to push away the immense, warm feeling flooding her. It was just a word. Right? But it felt so right ... “I need you, Thurston. So much.” He ran his palms over her thighs, his fingers wet with her juices. Every stroke of his attention burned her alive. She writhed, anxious to have her way. Loving that she couldn’t. His hands traveled upward, cupping her breasts once again. His palms pressed against her

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nipples as he massaged her chest. His cock hovered between her legs, poking at the spot he was soon to plunge into. He paused a moment, staring directly into her eyes. Then with one full thrust, he rammed into her. He filled her fully and completely, stretching her sex to the max. Slowly he began to rock inside her, moving with care, as if he were relishing every moment. The wind whipped into the room with sudden ferocity. Thunder smashed around them like God was in fury. He thrust faster. Harder. His fucking matched the storm, daring it to be harder, more severe. Thurston was like a tornado sweeping her away, taking her high in the sky to a point where she would indeed burst. Pleasure coiled in her lower regions, making them burn hot with ecstasy. He grasped her ass, slipping one hand underneath. His pinky pressed into her anus just as she reached her peak, sending her spiraling over the edge. She screamed out with the thunder and came so strongly everything faded for a moment. As she convulsed around him, he plunged deep within her and jerked with an orgasm. His warm come filled her. They both came spinning down, falling into each other’s warmth. Thurston snuggled over her, slowly beginning to undo the bonds. Her hands and feet released, she curled in a ball next to him. They cradled each other, comforted; happy. They need not say a thing. They knew. Finally they had found peace. They had found each other.

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Chapter Seven

A noise she had never heard before, a strange sort of roar, woke her. It was almost like a train, whistling through the sky. She jerked upright. She’d been so comfortable against him, she’d drifted into a trance. A daydream, except at night. Wiping the confusion from her mind at the abrupt invasion in her thoughts, she rubbed at her eyes with her knuckles of her balled up fist. Thurston lay beside her, soundly asleep. Didn’t he hear it? But, then how could he over the sound of his own snoring? Amazingly, the candle still burned. The wick had burned to almost its end, the white wax melting in a puddle over the dresser. Kat shook her head, watching the raging storm outside through the window. Mother Nature was truly going mad. Branches and debris whipped everywhere, hail pelting down hard in golf ball-sized pellets. She stared in awe, worried a tornado might be about to sweep them away. Then abruptly, all went quiet and peaceful. Not a sound was to be heard. Oddly, the candle chose that moment to flicker out. She never saw it coming, the massive wave crashing down on the house like a monster. It collided and smashed into the house, flooding through the window in a spilt second.

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***** Thurston awoke quite rudely, water pounding over him with brute force. He slammed into the wall, flipping upside down as the water rushed into the room. The ocean swallowed up his house, beating him against the many objects in the room. His chest swelled, the air he held burning in his chest to the point of explosion. Immediately his eyes began to search through the dim, fogged waters for Kat. Bugger

and blast! He didn’t see her anywhere. Frankly, he could not see a damn thing. He lashed out with his hands, trying to push his way through the water and feel for her. But the pressure of the invading ocean was too strong to battle. He should have made her leave! Why hadn’t he made her leave? He lashed about, fighting the force and still attempting to search for her. Suddenly the water began to gush backwards, pulling out of his home. Taking him, his furniture, and he’d bet, Kat, with it. The power of it was impossible to fight, dragging him against all his resistance. His body was dragged, banging into the wall several times before he was sucked out through the window. Suddenly something large rammed into him, and at the impact he immediately knew it was her. He twisted around, snagging her limp body in his arms. She was unconscious. Or worse, dead. She sure did feel like it, at least. The water continued sucking him, and he knew he had to stop somehow. It could very well drag them far out to sea. He wrapped an arm tightly around her waist, and began to swing wildly with his other, searching for anything he could grab and brace himself against. Luckily, his hand caught a two by four. His deck rail, he’d guess. He grabbed it so firmly it hurt, holding on as water surged past him. His hand continuously slipped, the ocean too strong to wage war against. But Thurston would not be swept away.

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It took forever, each second in time even more agonizing than the last. But eventually, the water receded to a point where he could pull himself onto his deck, all the while cradling Kat. A couple of feet of water still covered the deck and house, lapping around it like it had no intention of receding. Around them, the storm continued to rage. Wading through the water, he carried the corpse-like Kat. He needed to get her the hell out of here. She looked like death itself. Her head hung back, her soaked strands of hair dangling from her head like a black wet mop. Her skin was whiter than the cleanest sheets. Her eyes were wide open, and rolled into the back of her head. Once he reached higher ground, he pressed a finger to her gaping lips. Cold. Very cold -- he’d bet at least the temperature of the ocean. What had happened to her? She was supposed to be immortal! She looked so lifeless she couldn’t possibly be alive. He laid his hand on her face, cupping her cheek. Should he try CPR? He didn’t even really know how to do it. After all, who would he have rescued out here all alone? Again he was failing. He had to try. He bent his head, placing his mouth over hers. He pinched her nose and blew into her mouth. Suddenly, she sputtered, water spraying, then spewing from her mouth into his. He jerked away as she started to gag, going into a fit to get the water out and air in. Her breathing evened, her eyes very slowly moving back into place. Their green depths were pale, the color faded so much he couldn’t believe it. For a moment she stared at him, then she whispered hoarsely, “I was dead.”

***** Kat had died. The water had literally drowned her and now she had come back to life. She’d heard from other vampires it was possible, that to be submerged under rushing water would impede her ability to swim or stay afloat and cause her to drown and perish. Though

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she did not need oxygen, not having it would kill her. It was a weakness she’d never understood, especially when having oxygen would again bring her back alive. Or rather, back to being undead. It made no sense, none at all. But alas, she was immortal and she was back. She was also very weak. So tired. Hungry. Thurston held her close to his body, cradled in his arms. He was so warm. Heat radiated from his body so strongly it nearly burned her. She splayed her hand over his bare chest, looking up at him with huge eyes. That was the first time she’d ever died. Or come so close to hell. Suddenly her immortality had never seemed a kinder blessing. She did not want to perish. She loved this earth and all about it. It was her heaven. He completed it. If it were not for him, she might’ve cursed coming back. She’d always welcomed the idea of death. But now she had a new outlook on life. Many people spoke of meeting in heaven, but if a slayer were to slaughter her, she would never meet Thurston. If she died, they would never again see each other. Unlike herself, Thurston had no weaknesses. There wasn’t even any promise that he was destined to hell, as she was certain she was. The only way they could be together was here on earth. The concept struck her hard, and she leaned her face against him. “I’m so scared. So tired.” Around them, the storm did not relent for a moment. Thunder boomed, lightning flashed. It made her wonder, if she were struck by lightning, could that too kill her? He looked down on her, stroking her face. “I thought you were immortal.” “Even the immortal can have weaknesses,” she murmured. “I’m so weakened. I can feel myself aging. I must feed. I must.” She didn’t even think she could transform right now. Dying had taken so much from her. She could try, sure, but ...

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She did not want to. She wanted him to take her. She could not stand the thought of parting from him. His arms wrapped her in safety. Warmth. She did not want to leave him again. “I don’t know what to do.” He looked out towards the ocean, as if he feared another attack. “I have no blood for you.” “You must take me to Cairns. To my room. You must get me someone. “ He nodded slowly, his eyes focusing ahead of him.

***** Thurston stroked the smooth pale skin of her face. Blast it. He’d almost lost her, just like he’d lost Mary. It would have been entirely his fault. Once again, he’d failed. He should have protected Kat. Sent her away. Not spent the night fucking her. But at least she was still with him. He had a chance to protect her still. He would not let anything bad happen to her. No way. If she were weak, aging, hungry, whatever, he would fix it. No matter what he had to do. He headed up the hill, towards the rocky trail that would take him to the road. The steps were smashed, and treacherous to walk up. How long had it been since he’d headed this way? Sure, there was the occasional quick trip to the market. But he never went to Cairns. Never. It was too busy. Too populated. Already it felt like he was cornered, wolves snarling at his feet. How could he do it? How could he just waltz into Cairns and find her someone? Numbly, he was aware of the ironic fact that in this daring moment, he’d been caught in the blasted nude. Both of them hadn’t had a stitch of clothes on when the storm swept through his home.

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Over his shoulder he glanced back at his destroyed bungalow. He couldn’t go back in. He couldn’t keep her here. He couldn’t send her off alone. He had no other choice. At any moment the ocean could once again surge. He walked even faster, and reached the top of the steps. His feet slipped in the mud as he took the steep trail through the rainforest to the spot were he kept his bike. He flipped aside a blue canvas. The cycle was old, the red and white paint chipping but perfect for the area. It did have a good engine though. It always got him to the store. He set her to her feet, eyeing her to see if she could stand. “Are you able to hang on?” She nodded. “Sure.” “You won’t fall off or anything?” She rested her palm on her forehead, like she had a bad headache and was trying to hard to think. “No. No, it’s not that kind of tired. Not like I’m sleepy. I never get sleepy. It more like ... like I feel old. Have you ever felt old before?” He couldn’t help but laugh as he shook his head. “All the time.” He pulled out the bike, swinging onto it. Turning the key, he began to work at the engine. It took several tries before he got it started, but eventually it turned over. It gave a few shakes and rattles. After all, it hadn’t been ridden in months. But once it puffed out its anger at being left, the bike purred. Kat swung on behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her head rested on his back between his shoulder blades. The feel of her naked body once again so close warmed him inside. He could do this. For her, he would do anything.

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Chapter Eight

Not a soul in Cairns dared to be out. The streets were deserted, making Thurston a bit more comfortable. Still, the deeper into town the drove, the more it felt as if a pillow were smothering him. The only light was from his headlights and the sliver of moon that dared to peek through the storm clouds. Rain still sprinkled down on them, though it and the wind had relented somewhat. It wasn’t hard to assume all electricity was lost. Every building was black as the night. All the roads were covered in inches of running water, which sprayed up onto them and made him worry over his bike. Kat patted his shoulder, nodding towards a smaller hotel up ahead. It sat back from the beach, and looked safe enough to out weather the storm, considering it was built of block and cement. He pulled into the slanted parking lot, sloshing through the six inches of water to take the only space left. Immediately he cut the engine and hopped off. Kat followed, nodding and pointing towards the dark second story window. “We can’t very well walk in.” She looked down at her body then back up. “Besides. We have no room. Not officially.”

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Bugger and blast! Well what the hell did she think they’d do here then? He couldn’t just stand out here like this much longer. “Why don’t we just get one?” She cast a glance directly at his cock, and then raised her brows. “Oh, yeah, that.” Shit. What were they going to do? They were standing the middle of a city, drenched and naked. “Regardless, I have to have that room.” Once again her eyes went to the second story window. “It’s almost daybreak. I have to sleep with my native soil. I must. The sliding door is open. I left it like that so I could come back this morning.” He shrugged. What the hell? He was doing lots of other insane things. Why not scale up a hotel wall naked? “We can climb up the balconies, I suppose.” He took Kat’s hand in his, jogging towards the hotel. He traced the soft skin of her palm, feeling oddly confident. What he was doing finally occurred to him. He was aiding a vampire. Helping her feed. Venturing into the hated public, even ready to approach strangers just for her. And naked at that. He couldn’t help himself. He laughed. Just plain cracked up in humor. In a matter of a couple days, he’d been bewitched. The fact that he should have slammed the door in her face that first night was irrelevant now. It was too late. Once you opened a book and read from it, you could not simply erase the words from your mind at choice. Every time he touched Kat, looked at her, smelled her, she invaded his being in a very strong way. Nothing he did at this point would change it. So none of it mattered. He was going to do what he must, because he had no other choice. He had to protect Kat. He could. He would. He’d failed his dear Mary. He would not fail another lover. For the first time in centuries, he felt like a man again. Not a monster. Kat had given him that, oddly enough. It was not a feeling he wanted to release.

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He squeezed her hand, and smiled wickedly. Yes, whatever this woman wanted, he’d do.

***** Kat left the sliding glass door to the balcony open. She surveyed the dark room. Through the black she quickly surmised it was empty. Her newest victims were gone. Good. Just as she’d instructed them when she’d come back early this morning, hoping for one last feed from them. Thurston burned up so much of her energy. But, they’d turned through the night after the last feeding. They had been waiting for her. Confused. Empty. Quickly she’d dismissed them, telling them they’d better feed fast and aplenty, or they’d wrinkle like an old leather shoe. Of course, they’d been anxious to obey her but loathe to leave. Kat had been sorry she’d bothered to come back. She almost always avoided those that she turned. Part of her just felt guilty. She let out a heavy sigh and walked farther in. What now? How could she con her way into a room in the middle of this storm, especially at this time of night? Or rather, morning. No one was partying. They were worrying. Knocking on someone’s door naked might freak them out. She licked her lips and shook her head. Yeah. This was no good. This storm. The circumstances. Turning back, she glanced at Thurston, amused to see his wicked, ornery glare. He looked different somehow. His eyes glowed with life. Like he was ready for anything. Maybe they should go somewhere else. How much longer could she keep this room anyway? She bent, reaching under the bed where she had slept. Her native soil was still scattered underneath. She reveled in the warm comfort simply touching it wrapped around her. It fell through her fingers, sprinkling over her sleeping spot. Had she been able to, she might have never left Thurston these past few days. She’d been forced to disappear during the early morning hours so she could come sleep here as well as drain her two victims. It

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hadn’t been so much the need for the feedings, but her drive to finish them off, and to sleep in her made place. Would such oddities eventually come to annoy Thurston? Deep inside, she hoped not. She again studied him. She could sense it was time to move from here, but where to go? What to do? Would he be with her? Swiping the earth in a pile, she gathered it up. Careful, so to save as much as possible, she fed it into the vial. Then she stood back up. She hung it around her neck. “We need to find a way into a room invited.” “We?” Just then, a woman’s giggle flooded the air. The walls were thin. Kat remembered that from the night before. She also remembered that it sounded like a group of girls next door. She looked to Thurston, catching his gaze, and then walked to the wall. She pressed her ear against it, listening. It sounded like two girls, carrying on. Pretty hyper for this time of night too. Surely they were no innocents. She cast her gaze on Thurston, running her eyes up and down his delicious form. “You can do it.” “Do what?” “Get into those girls’ room. Convince them ...” Again she ran her eyes and up down his naked length. “With your looks.” His eyes widened, but they did not lose that spark from earlier. “My looks?” “You heard me.” She laughed. “We’ll make fun of it.” He tilted his head to the side, stared at her as if in awe a moment, and then turned and walked from the room. Kat followed behind him, holding the door cracked slightly open to watch him.

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Thurston couldn’t believe he was about to do this. His heart raced so fast sweat was rolling from his face. He’d avoided people for centuries. Now he was prepared to flirt and tease and win his way into someone’s hotel room.

Bugger and blast! That pillow was covering his face again. He sucked in a breath, and then let it out long and slow. He swiped his forehead clean. Glancing back at Kat, he locked eyes with her. Something passed between them. An understanding. She needed this. He’d give it to her. Somehow, after all this time, he was changing. He could feel it. It wasn’t easy, no, but all considered he was handling it pretty well. He could be freaking out. Before he could stop himself, he knocked. Loudly. Suddenly the giggling from within the room ceased. He heard a whisper, and then padded footsteps. “Who is it?” Then more hushed talking. Obviously they were looking through the peephole. He leaned forward towards the hole, smiling. He held his eyes right to the hole. He’d always wanted to do that. “Hi.” “Who are you?” “Thurston.” “Thurston?” He heard some commotion, the words “he’s hot” and “naked,” then some more shuffling. Another girl spoke this time. “What is it you want, Thurston?” “You.” He paused, flashing a lopsided smile that had once been famous with the dames hundreds of years ago. When he smiled just so, a little dimple cut into his left cheek. “And her.”

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“Are you fucking kidding?” He leaned on the doorframe. “Nope. I can tell from the sound of your laughter you’re hot.” He shrugged. “Hey. The electricity is out. Everything is closed up. The storm just won’t quit. A guy’s got to have fun somehow. So does a girl.” He stood back so they could really see him well and winked. “Or girls.” Again with the animated whispering. A few seconds passed, then suddenly the door swung open. There stood two young women, neither wearing anything but panties. The one on the left wore a red thong, which matched her flame-red hair. Long and silky, it lay in straight strands around her slim, oval-shaped face. Freckles dotted her pale skin. She was pretty, in an average sort of way. Not devastatingly gorgeous. Not knock you down hot. She had a great body, though, curvy in all the right places and in a very balanced way. Her nipples jutted out and upward, making him wonder if she hadn’t had a boob job. The other girl reminded him of the phrase “girl next door.” Blonde, she had a heartshaped face, big blue eyes, and pouting lips. She was very slim with small breasts and even smaller hips. All in all, she was petite, but it looked like she had spunk. Several tattoos covered her arms, and two pink streaks brighten her hair on its underside. Normally, they weren’t the type he’d notice too much. But, knowing he was doing it for Kat made it very interesting. He stepped inside the door, not bothering to shut it. Kat would need in. Immediately he wrapped his hands around both of their waists. Neither one of the girls was shy, pressing their bodies right against his and rubbing. Their bare, hard nipples grazed his arms. His cock jerked alive. He knotted one hand in a mass of red hair, drawing her to his mouth. She started at his chin, kissing him with ferocious little nips and sucks. The blonde, he pushed downward,

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wanting her to pay attention to the bottom half of him. She went willingly to her knees, smiling up at him with submissive eyes. She went to his cock, swallowing it in one big gulp. Pleasure jolted through him, making his cock jerk. Sensation rippled through his cock head as she sucked on it. Tingles ran down his neck and back from the redhead’s kisses. He’d never done anything like this before. Not even in the old days, before he’d met Mary. It was bringing out the animal in him, like he was caged and being set free. There wasn’t a thing to feel guilty about. He was helping Kat. She was okay with this. She wanted this. Needed this. He yanked the redhead closer to him, thrusting his cock into the other woman’s mouth. He groaned loudly, almost sounding in pain. “Tell me your names. I want to know who’s going to fuck me.” “Liza,” the blonde murmured over his cock, teasing him with the puffs of hot air from her talking. He liked that. He wanted to be hummed on. “Becky,” the redhead chuckled as she ran her mouth over his face. He drew Liza up and into his embrace. “Well, Becky and Liza. Kiss for me.” They did not hesitate, which told him they were experienced with such things. Their mouths met eagerly, their tongues immediately making a huge show.

Bugger and blast! All creatures alive! He’d never thought he’d see such a thing. Two women kissing ... for him. He was on fire. Suddenly a knock sounded. Liza and Becky’s mouth broke away, glancing towards the entry. He turned to find Kat, standing in the doorway, her naked body posed in a very demure fashion. “You girls are supposed to be enjoying my man. Not each other.”

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They looked to each other as if they were in trouble. Kat flashed a flirty smile. She had a sudden aura about her, like she projected the scent of raw sexuality. It reminded Thurston of animals and mating, the way one could tell if another was ready. He could tell it with Kat. He smelled her. Could the girls? She stood, placing her hands on her hips and jutted out her breasts. “If there’s going to be this sort of play, don’t you think I should be invited in?” She pretended to pout. “I’m all left out.” Her fingers went to her nipple, pinching and twisting it. “Please.” Becky released Liza, walking towards the door. She took Kat’s hand and drew her in. “The more the merrier. Make us merry.”

***** Kat had been invited in. Looking at these two girls, she knew immediately they were destined to be hers. To serve her. And Thurston had done such a wonderful job. He’d broken free of his shell, more proof to her that they were destined. If he could do this, he could do it again. They would make grand partners. She flashed him a smile of praise. The girl was pulling her towards the bed. Kat let her lead, while admiring her body. Very nice breasts indeed. Perky. Pointy. Quite the handful. “Your names. So I can scream them.” “Becky.” She nodded towards the blonde. “Liza.” Becky fell back onto the bed, drawing Kat on top of her. Kat straddled her, and bent to her breasts. She began to slowly lick Becky’s nipple, while casting her gaze to Thurston and Liza. She knew her look said it all. Come join us, she implored them silently, and they walked to her like zombies in a trance.

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She suckled on Becky left nipple, murmuring as she did, “I’ll give directions. Thurston, you get behind me. Liza, up on Becky’s face.” She pulled her mouth away long enough to make her voice firm. “Straddle her wide enough that I can see and smell your pussy.” Thurston’s hand cupped her rear, slowly roaming over her cheeks. His fingers inched down the crevice, exploring her before he spread her wide open. She felt his cock dance against her as he positioned himself. Placing his hands on her hips, he drove in. Meanwhile, Liza obeyed her quite nicely. She spread her pussy over Becky’s mouth, resting on her chin. The scent of her juices filled the air as Becky lapped at her with her tongue. Kat played with Becky’s breasts, teasing her nipples with no mercy. She was rough, biting and nibbling hard enough to cause pain but not displeasure. The stroke of Thurston’s cock was heaven to her. He pumped in and out of her as he grunted, ramming hard and fast. He hit her G spot a million times in a minute, shaking her whole lower body. They made one hot sandwich for a very hungry girl. Kat thrust her hips against Thurston and ran her hands over Becky’s breasts. Becky reciprocated, running her hands over Kat. She massaged her breasts, letting her touch travel down to her waist and around to the small of her back. Kat slipped one hand down between Becky’s folds, fingering her clit. Kat clenched her pussy around Thurston, ready to come. An orgasm built in her, ready to burst. It was time. She bared her teeth, leaning over and licking Becky’s chest. She pumped her with her finger, suddenly sinking her teeth into her breasts. Becky cried out, arching up. The movement caused her tongue to dive even farther into Liza’s pussy. Liza’s screamed out in pleasure, obviously thinking Becky was doing the same. Kat drank from her, slurping the rich, delicious blood. When she finished, she turned her eyes towards Liza.

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Liza finally caught on, most likely from her red glowing eyes. A look of horror passed over her face as Kat caught her thigh and sank her teeth in. Liza screamed out as Kat fed off her. She collapsed to the bed, her pussy still lying over Becky’s face. Thurston continued to thrust into her. Kat’s orgasm burst, ecstasy spilling through her body. Her sex clenched around him as she convulsed. With one final thrust, Thurston buried himself in her and filled her with his seed. The warm liquid filled her, dripping from her pulsing pussy.

***** Thurston stood on the balcony, gazing at the raging ocean. Above it, a brilliant sunrise lit the sky with pinks and blues amongst fluffy white clouds. Yellow rays shot across the sky. The storm had finally ceased, leaving behind its damage. Debris laid everywhere. Many buildings had lost their roofs, or windows. Violent surges still plagued the eroding beaches. But for him, the storm had been so healing. He drew in a breath of salty fresh air. He’d burst free from his box. No longer was he trapped. No longer alone. He looked back into the room and smiled. His lover was lying under the bed, atop spread dirt, of all things. Two very weak, soon to be vampires lay on top the bed in a heap. Before the night was out, she had drunk from them again. The blood loss had them passed out. Kat had explained to him that she would finish drinking from them over the next day or so, and then they’d turn. None of it made sense or seemed real, but it hardly mattered. His story wasn’t exactly believable either. He was happy, oddly and completely happy. A feeling of peace overtook him whenever he was around her. He felt free. Centuries of guilt and suppression had been lifted from him. His smile strengthened. If could do what he did last night without feeling like he’d suffocate and die, he could do lots of things. And for once, he wanted to.

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***** Kat’s eyes flashed open, her mind suddenly aware the sun had set. Immediately a smile set on her face, and a hand went to her arm. She jumped. What the ... “Thurston?” He was lying under the bed with her, cuddled up right next to her on her dirt. What was he doing? His hand roamed over her bare thigh. “I was thinking.” She rolled towards him, looking him in the eyes. “Oh yeah?” “The house is destroyed. Maybe I shouldn’t go back. I mean, why rebuild? A hundred years from now another storm will crash it down.” “You could build higher. Stronger.” “I was thinking maybe it is time to find a new home.” He paused. “Or, travel.” “Travel?” “You know ...” She raked her nails down his chest. “With me? Are you saying you enjoyed last night? That you wouldn’t mind being my partner of sorts?” He nodded, smiling a cute dimpled smile. “Yeah.” At that moment it struck her hard how much he looked like Matt Damon. So cute, and in this touching, heart filling way. She touched his face, brushing her finger to his lips. “I thought maybe we’d go to London.” “Are you sure?” “I thought maybe I’d like to walk down the street again. To see ...” He let his words trail off. A long pause filled the air, hanging with something heavy. “I’d like to put flowers on their grave. To say goodbye. I never said goodbye.”

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No wonder he was such a wreck after so many years. She reached out and placed her hand to his cheek. “Well, saying goodbye can change everything. You need to say goodbye.” A single tear rolled down his cheek. “I will protect you, Kat.” “I know you will. I know you will always do your best.” “So to London it is.” A smile peeked on his lips. “Perhaps I’ll call my brother, let him know I’m on my way.” “You should.” She reached over, pecking him on the cheek. “Ever have sex under a bed before? In dirt?” He laughed. “I haven’t done a lot of things. Until you.” “Well, slip up inside me. Experience the unexperienced.” She rolled her side, spreading her legs so he could slide in. He reached out, teasing her clit with his finger. She moaned aloud, spreading even more for him. Already she was sticky with desire for him. He slipped two fingers in her hole, moving his other hand around to cup her breast. He massaged it, slowly kissing up the back of her neck. She felt his cock stiffen and jut against her backside. It tickled her skin with awareness and made her impatient. He pulled his finger free, spread her cheeks open and slipped into her sex. It was like diving into soft rose petals, the silky tight way she enveloped him. He rocked within her, thrusting slowly. He made no rush of it, and neither did she. She let him pleasure her slowly, inch by inch. Bliss whisked her away. He made a slow trail with his fingers over her body, reaching her sex. His fingers delved into the folds, finding her nub. He massaged it, burying his face in her hair. “God, you do it to me, woman. There’s no one like you.” “Perhaps ...” She paused, moaning. “That’s why we had to wait centuries for each other.” “Worth the wait,” he mumbled.

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Kat trembled, pushing against him. Her sex tightened around him, suddenly convulsing. She cried out, and gushed over him. He buried deep within and released himself. When he finished, she turned and snuggled against him. She placed the flat of her palm against his thigh. “We shall make a grand couple. A love to span the centuries.” He rested his chin on her forehead. “I agree.”

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Thurston stepped onto the balcony, staring out at the twinkling night sky. He had Becky’s cell phone. Punching in the numbers, he called his brother Isake. The phone was blasted busy. Again.

Bugger Was the man always on the phone? Maybe it was the Internet. He clicked the red “end” button and rested against the rail. Kat was soaking in a bubble bath, which he soon hoped to join her in. Maybe even beg and bargain for a backwash. He smiled, dialing the numbers again. Finally, it started ringing. Almost immediately, Isake answered. “Hello?” Isake’s deep voice sounded awfully tired. Rough. Thurston frowned. Something didn’t sound right. Isake had always been a morning person, up with the sun and down with it as well. He wasn’t the up all night partying type either. He preferred church to just about any other function. When Thurston had seen him at the gathering, he’d seemed okay. Perhaps a bit distanced like he was hiding something. And he had mentioned he’d quit his job with Greenpeace. What had really surprised Thurston was that he hadn’t replaced it with something else. Isake was always helping people.

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“Hey there, baby brother.” Thurston tried to sound jovial, testing to see if it would spark something in Isake. “Thurston? Wow. Calling me. This is new.” Laced with a strong English accent, the words were right, but his tone wasn’t. It was hollow. His voice literally creaked with weariness. A heavy sigh sounded across the line. Isake sounded ready to fall asleep. “Yeah, well, things have changed. What time is it over there?” Isake yawned as he spoke. “Round ten in the morning.” “You sound sleepy. Get yourself some coffee.” “Yeah.” “Were you up late?” “You might say that.” Thurston sighed. Yeah. Something was definitely wrong. “Well, listen. I’m coming to visit.” “You’re what?” Isake’s shock was clear. What Thurston wondered was why Simply because Thurston had never left home in so very long? Sure, certainly a valid reason to be surprised. But, was that really it? Or was Isake’s reaction the result of something else brewing? “Coming to visit. I have someone I want you to meet.” “No.” Isake’s voice was firm. Unyielding. “No? What the hell do you mean, no?” “It’s not a good time right now.” Thurston didn’t like the sound of that one bit. He had to go. Something was wrong with his brother and he was going to find out what. “I’m coming to visit. That’s final.”

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Thurston hit the end button, and turned back towards the room. The whole conversation bugged him. Filled him with alertness. His insides tensed up, and suddenly he wanted to curl up in a ball. Hide like he had for years. He strode inside with long, deliberate strides. He needed Kat. He needed her comfort. Hiding certainly wouldn’t help a thing, but the warmth of her arms and her kind understanding would. She made him whole. She made him a man. She made him capable of anything. Tomorrow they’d leave for London. Her strength would get him there. He found her in the tub, relaxing back in the candle lit room. Bubbles surrounded her body. Her breasts peaked out like two mountains in the snow. He leaned in the doorframe, smiling down at her. “Mind if I join you?” “Please do,” she said. “I’m getting lonely without you.” “You don’t know lonely,” he answered as he strode towards the tub. “And you won’t ever again. That I promise.”

Alyssa Brooks If there is one thing Alyssa Brooks believes, it is that the world is at her fingertips. She wants to touch, taste, and experience everything, from haunted castles to tropical islands, to skydiving or swimming with the dolphins. Knowledge is her power, and books are her escape. Everyday, writing takes her on a new adventure to wherever she wants to go. But wherever it may be, she likes it exciting and she likes it HOT. At the age of twenty-four, Alyssa has multiple erotic romances e-published. When she isn’t writing new fantasies for her beloved fans, her time is spent freelance editing. In those rare moments when she isn’t working, she pleasures in her number one hobby, her husband. She also enjoys gardening, and hiking. To find out more about Alyssa’s books, visit her website at www.alyssabrooks.com. To email her, send to [email protected].