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406 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 2009
Her gaze skittered away from him. “It was okay, I guess.”
He popped his jaw. It was okay. She guessed. She f*cking guessed. By gods, he’d give her another demonstration.
“I want her.”
“I want her, too”, Doubt piped up.
“You can’t have her”. Which meant he couldn’t either. “Remember Darla? As strong and confident as she was, you still managed to break her down.”
Gleeful laughter. “I know. Wasn’t it fun?”
His hands fisted at his sides. Fucking demon.
“The woman was going to kill him, and not because she was stronger and more vicious than he was. Which, if he thought about it, she was. He’d never ripped a man’s throat out with his teeth, and he was damned impressed that Gwen had. She’d made the Lords of the Underworld look like marshmallows.”
“I can’t believe I resisted you, even for a second.”
“More.”
“Have I told you yet how beautiful you are? How much I love you?”
“More!”
“Everyone had a deep, dark fear. Again, even Sabin. He feared failure as much as Gideon feared spiders.”
“He was the kind of man every Harpy craved. Powerful, a little wild, a lot wicked.
He could kill an enemy without guilt. He wasn’t afraid of hard work. He could be ruthless, without mercy, yet he was tender with her.”
A frightened Harpy is an oxymoron.
“More than her appearance, he liked this newfound spirit. Despite his earlier grumblings to the contrary. Strength was damn sexy. Especially strength that didn’t come naturally. Though she was timid by nature, afraid of him, this house, even her own shadow, she was sitting calmly on his bed, questioning him, head high, refusing to back down. She was truly a remarkable creature.”
His origins, forgotten. His past, of no consequence. Their audience, vanished as if they’d never been present. Only the two of them existed. Only the here and now mattered...
A kiss that left no room for fear.
“I told you to be naked when I got here. You were not a good boy.”
Used to her sorrowful voice, he didn’t flinch as the others always did. Inwardly or outwardly. That voice was a part of who she was — warrior to her core, beautiful disaster… unintentional nightmare. To him, it was a soulful melody, one that echoed within his own soul.
gwen ne yaa...
xoxo
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