Forever Freed [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Laura Kaye
eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: A heart can break, even one that no longer beats. I stalk my new neighbors, a single mother and her child, drawn by the irresistible scent of their joy and love. I crave their blood, starved for some healing respite from my ancient grief. Now to lure them into my grasp. But they surprise me. Little Olivia accepts me without fear or reservation--talking, smiling, offering innocent affection that tugs at my long-lost humanity. Her mother, Samantha, seeks me out when she should stay away, offering sweet friendship, and calling to the forgotten man within me. They lure me instead. Ah, Dio, Lucien, run and spare them while you can?
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Black Rose, Published: 2011
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2011
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I smiled and looked at her intently. "This is a dangerous game you're playing, Samantha."
She shivered. "Oh really? How is that?" The flirtation in her voice was unmistakable. And enthralling.
Before she even saw me do it, I scooped some of the offending cream on my finger and wiped it messily across her lips and chin. She screamed and laughed. I swallowed hard at the soft feel of her lips.
She turned to face me on the table. When our laughter settled, I sat holding my cream-covered finger up in front of her. She used the soiled napkin from my face to clean off her own. Then she saw the ice cream still on my hand.
"Sorry, that was my only napkin." I grimaced at the ice cream, and Samantha huffed. "Who doesn't like ice cream? Do you want me to get rid of that for you?" She met my eyes and arched one eyebrow.
The mild scent of her adrenaline intrigued me. "Please," I said quietly, observing her with interest.
She grabbed my hand by the wrist and pulled it down to her face.
I gaped at what she intended to do but was so captivated, my finger was in her mouth before I'd grappled with whether or not to allow her to do it. My brain exploded with the sensation. Ah, Cristo. So warm. So wet.
Her pulse beat through her tongue. I fought not to gasp out loud. My eyes stung as blood threatened to rush in, as happened when I fed or felt threatened or aroused. It took all my concentration to will the blood away.
"There," she whispered as her lips slid off the tip of my wet finger. Her heart thundered in her chest. The blossoming scent of her arousal was mouthwatering. "All better."