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eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
eBook Description: Sheila is tired of it. Tired of him. She adores the sexy Hunter she works and lives with, loves him madly, but all he will give her is a good time in bed. And what a time that is. But she wants--needs--more. When Rafe makes it clear that sex is all he will offer, she leaves. Rafe can't believe that Sheila walked away--he'll be damned if he just lets her go. Throwing caution to the wind, he sets out to track her down and bring her home. But when he finds her, she's lying in the arms of another man. Rage and jealously overwhelm Rafe ... and a whole mess of trouble ensues. An enemy of the Hunters has set up a playground in this land that seems to call to Rafe. He and Sheila, and the motley crew they assemble, must defend and cleanse this land of the evil that dwells there. And Rafe must lead them through horror and sacrifice as he comes into his own--a Master, defending his land, who must bring his woman home. But, to his home, his heart...

eBook Publisher: Ellora's Cave, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2005

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Sheila looked up from the table where she was helping Erika with her homework, watching as Rafe moved closer to the house. She couldn't see him yet, but she felt him. He was close.

Her body always seemed to cry out in agony when he left--and it rejoiced when he returned. Right now, she was clamoring for him and that was really very pathetic.

Absently, she listened as Erika worked her way through the advanced algebra problems. Inside her chest, her heart had picked up, pounding along at a steady forty beats a minute. Her skin felt hot and tight and she ached inside.

As he came through the door in silence, she smiled at him.

Her heart broke a little more when he ignored her, focusing his attention on Erika as he swung a chair around and straddled it, sitting down beside the princess of the house. Sheila held still for long moments as they spoke. She felt brittle, stung by yet another brush-off from him, and she was afraid that if she moved too suddenly, she just might shatter at his feet.

He rose a few minutes later, that thick, waving black hair tumbling into his dark Italian eyes, his olive complexion glowing. He had Hunted and fed before he'd returned home. She could smell the scent of another person on him as he moved past.

Her gaze lingered on his face as he gave her a brusque nod before he left the kitchen.

Tears burned her eyes as she lowered them, trying to focus on the book in front of her.

Erika whispered softly, "He likes you."

Sliding the girl a glance, she forced a smile and said, "Of course he does."

Erika rolled her eyes as she murmured, "I mean like that. The way you like him. He just doesn't like it."

Sheila wrapped an arm around Erika's shoulders and squeezed gently. "We've got to get this done ... we got TV to watch," she said, changing the subject and guiding the girl's uncanny, insightful eyes back to her work.

Rafe scowled as Sheila left the house, head low, her steps slow. She had donned the dark, close-fitting clothes she wore when she Hunted and he couldn't keep his eyes away from the way the black fatigues stretched across that delightfully round ass.

He had missed her.

Gone three weeks to Excelsior, and all he could think about was her.

He had sensed her the moment he'd stepped back on Eli's lands and his blood had seemed to burn inside his veins. Hunger had throbbed in his cock, in his head, tightening his muscles. Seeing her, he had wanted nothing more than to sink to his knees in front of her and wrap his arms around her, burying his face between her full, rounded breasts.

She made him weak.

And he hated it.