~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.~
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.