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gaze, the demon apparently under control only…
    She lowered her head to his throat and gently nipped it with her teeth.
    Human teeth.
    She sucked on the spot to soothe it, and the tender pull of her mouth sent him over the edge.
    A mangled groan escaped him as he drove upward one last time and spilled himself into her. Felt the wash of his climax ripple from deep within and surge through his body.
    She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, uniting them at every possible spot—hips against hips, her midsection and breasts tucked tight to his. Her heart beat quickly against the wall of his chest as her breath washed over his cheek. Her mouth took his, her kiss tender and calming, restoring something within him that had been empty for too long.
    He returned the kiss, burying his hand in her hair to keep her close. His mouth opened on hers, accepting the enticing bite at one corner that prompted his smile. A smile that dragged a playful chuckle from her.
    As he looked up at her, her eyes glittered with satisfaction and relief. Somehow he knew his reflected the same.
    “Life sometimes brings you unexpected pleasures,” he said.
    “Nothing says it only has to be tonight,” she replied and brushed another kiss across his lips.
    He was surrounded by her in every possible way and yet didn’t feel trapped. She was a dhampir, inhuman, and yet he didn’t feel threatened.
    Or fearful.
    For the first time in a long time he didn’t feel alone.
    “I assume you have somewhere to stay while you’re in town?”
    Shock froze her in place as she considered his question.
    A place to stay ?
    She thought of the run-down hotel whose halls smelled of stale urine. Of the indiscriminate stains on the mattress and mustiness of the room that was barely bigger than a closet.
    Then she thought of a different place.
    A place where someone might be waiting for her at night. Waiting to hold her. Waiting to make love with her. Waiting to share both triumph and disappointment.
    But not just anyone, she thought, gazing down at Jesus’handsome face.
    She would be coming home to him .
    Slipping into bed beside him . Having his arms hold her and keep the monsters at bay.
    Those monsters had destroyed her life, but they had also brought her to this place.
    Brought her to him.
    “Not really, but…are you sure you’re ready to handle all of this and more?” she asked.
    He surprised her by chuckling and shaking his head. “I’m sure of only one thing. I want to explore whatever this thing is between us. Can you accept that?”
    Amazingly, she could.
    She could accept that uncertain promise because up until now, her life had been empty of any promises except one…
    The promise of death.
    His vow, unsure as it was, promised life. Possibly love.
    Bringing her lips close to his, she said, “I can accept that.”
    “You won’t be sorry,” he vowed as he met her lips with his.
    Michaela knew she wouldn’t be.
    Honor had called for her to go on this journey, one that had been filled with pain and loss. But the journey had now given her this night and this man.
    A man with his own sense of honor.
    As he began to make love to her once again, she realized her journey had offered her another path.
    She would no longer walk the lonely road alone.
    She had him and the promise of love to keep her company.
    She smiled and gave herself over to honoring that promise.

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    Darkness Calls
    Danger Calls
    Temptation Calls
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    Devotion Calls
    Blood Calls
    Fury Calls
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