The truth may set her free but there’s no guarantee she’ll recover.
Abby Douglas has lived in the dark for six months. Until a mysterious package and a voice in a dream spark a chain of events she didn’t see coming. To futher complicate matters, a lethally stunning stranger walks into her life and awakens erotic needs inside her that run deep. Now she has to decide how much she’ll give up to unlock her memories.
Caleb Barrett, a vampire on a mission, pursues Abby while on the hunt for a homicidal vampire. Instead he’s captured by a silken voice and haunting eyes that stir an insatiable hunger. An instant connection is forged and Caleb marks her as his own with no intention of letting her go. When she runs from him all bets are off and this dead sexy cowboy will do whatever it takes to find out what secrets her mind harbors before it’s too late. Rules or no rules.
Suddenly being careful what you wish for is more than just another cliché, it’s life or death.
This books contains one sexy as sin, motorcycle riding, black leather wearing vampire with a two track mind. Sex and blood.
Abby tipped the bottle, taking a long pull of cold water. First something cool, then later she would soothe her throat with some warm tea and honey. Tonight’s show had seemed particularly difficult for her. Something about Caleb’s presence in the audience troubled her. She couldn’t explain exactly what. It had taken every ounce of her willpower not to squirm under his stare.
“Great set as always, Abby.” The drummer of the band rubbed his hand along her arm from shoulder to elbow, the stroke of his fingers a little too familiar but nothing she wasn’t used to. This was Brian after all. Gorgeous but not her type at all. She watched him get in the pants of every willing female groupie all the while trying to get her to jump in bed with him as well.
“Thanks, Brian.” She offered a shy smile as he continued touching her. Before she could extricate herself from her band member, a low rumble sounded from behind her, startling her. Brian’s hand jerked from her arm as she whirled, coming face to face with Caleb, and he didn’t look happy. With a black look aimed at her band mate, his anger and hostility was impossible to miss.
“What—what are you doing back here? This area is for employees only.” She hated how tripping on her words gave away his effect on her. She needed some time and space to pull herself together.
“Abby, I doubt my coming back here to congratulate you on a tremendous job would be that much of a violation.” He met her gaze. “In fact, I think my timing was perfect.” He shot another dark scowl in Brian’s direction.
Bryan held up his hands in mock surrender. “Time for me to jet, Abby. You going to be okay?”
“Of course she will, why wouldn’t she?” Caleb’s threatening tone skittered down her back like a sudden chill sweeping the room. A flicker of apprehension crossed Brian’s face, yet he stood his ground, not backing down. She didn’t know whether to be proud or offended that her band mate wanted to protect her. Since when did she need someone else to run interference from a fan? Both men postured and she half expected someone to whip out a measuring tape. It took a slight nod from her before Bryan backed down and decided it was okay to leave.
When her friend walked away, she turned and focused her gaze upward, taking in the stern demeanor emanating from Caleb.
“Was that really necessary?” She asked.
His expression softened. His eyes darkened. With slow deliberate steps he moved closer, invading her personal space. “How can I do this with your drummer hanging all over you?”
Without giving her a chance to respond, he dipped his head close to hers, pressing his lips firmly against hers. The next thing she knew his gentle touch morphed into a scalding pressure that took her breath away. His kiss seemed urgent and exploratory as his tongue probed at her mouth, coaxing her to open to him. Abby closer her eyes and savored the moment. The soft and firm pressure of his mouth melted her on the spot. She briefly thought to resist, but how could she? On a sigh she opened, allowing him entry. She marveled at the taste of his kiss as she fell deep into the drugging embrace of his arms.
His hands moved along her back in a gentle caress before sliding up to her neck and tangling in her hair. Her body tingled with the sharp sensations his fingertips created along her scalp. One hand fisting in her hair, he tugged her head back at a slight angle, giving him easier access to take them deeper, into a more intimate kiss.
Fighting the onslaught of desire for this stranger, she pulled away from his mouth. “Stop—I can’t.”
His arms tightened around her. “Why not?”
“I don’t even—I don’t know you.” She placed her hands against his chest to push him away, which was a huge mistake. The thin shirt he wore did little to hide the feel of rock hard muscle and warm male flesh. Her heart tripped. She longed to run her fingers along the bare skin, feel the heat, press her mouth to that spot to see his reaction. Weary of being alone all the time, she contemplated letting go, for once taking refuge and comfort from where she could get it. Caleb wanted her, and she didn’t want to say no. She allowed her hands to roam across the plane of his chest, admiring every inch as she went. When the pads of her fingers grazed across a hardened nipple, a sharp, low hiss emanated from him. A smile spread inside her at his reaction.
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