~In a blur of
movement, Cole had her pinned to the wall. “You’re mine,” he snarled as he undid
her pants and shoved them down her legs. “For now, Ana, you’re mine.”
He took her lips
in a bruising kiss, his fangs pricking her tongue. Her gasp was drowned out by
his groan of pure pleasure. Dear lord, her blood was sweet with the perfect
hint of spice. Gripping her hair, he titled her head to the side and deepened
the kiss. He was vaguely aware of her hands working his sweats down his hips.~
Description:
Not one to celebrate the
holidays, vampire and assassin, Cole McRae, has followed a lead to a
rustic town in witch territory. But after a few days of research and
waiting for his target to show, he begins to suspect he has wasted his
time. That is, until he meets a curvaceous blonde with bewitching green
eyes at the local bar. One night with the enchanting Analette could make
this useless trip well worth his time.
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