MasukOnce, as a girl of seventeen, beautiful, headstrong Portia Cabot saved the cursed life of the dashing vampire Julian Kane—who marked her forever, then left to go in search of his soul. He returns five years later to find the enchanting young girl he left behind grown into a bewitching woman with a woman's heart . . . and a woman's desires. Portia quickly discovers that Julian's seductive and forbidden kiss can still make her crave the night . . . and his touch. But the Julian who has returned to London is not the vampire she remembers. His fruitless pursuit of his stolen mortality has reduced him to drunken debauchery. And a recent spate of murders makes Portia fear that the man she has always adored may truly be a monster. Julian knows he must drive Portia away—but his passion and hunger for her grow more irresistible every time they touch. For years he has fought the temptation to embrace his dark gifts, never realizing that Portia's love may give him the most dangerous gift of all . . . a reason to live.
Lihat lebih banyakThe women were sobbing.Eloisa was sitting between Caroline and Vivienne on the hard wooden pew, nibbling on a thread of her mother's pearls. In an effort to reassure Vivienne, Larkin sat across from her and squeezed her hand."Did you ever think this day would arrive?," I asked. The monogrammed handkerchief Caroline always carries in her bodice was used to dab at her pink nose as she begged her sister.Vivienne shook her head, tears welling up in her huge blue eyes. The only solace I can find is in the knowledge that we will be here for her in her time of need, providing support and direction as well as solace.She was stroked on the hand by Caroline. "Letting go of someone you love is never easy."Vivienne gave a nod. particularly someone so amazing.Eloisa moved around the pew and stood up as her agitation increased minute by minute. After spitting out the pearls, she looked gravely at the serious faces of the adults seated behind her in the pews.Up until a man, his tall, slender
Julian was standing just inside the French doors at the far end of the ballroom when Portia gently turned to look. He was dressed entirely in black. He was dressed in tall leather boots, a black shirt with a classy fall of midnight lace at the collar and cuffs, and black breeches. Never before did he appear more like a prince of the night.He added, his icy, mocking stare sweeping over her like a very beautiful but deadly blade, "Had I known Miss Cabot was going to deliver one of her impassioned speeches on the sentimental nature of true love, I would have tucked an extra handkerchief in my pocket."Valentine laughed bitterly before Portia could realize how much damage that had done to her heart. "I knew you couldn't be far behind if she was here. The way you follow her around like a stag in a rut is extremely bothersome."Angel, don't flatter the chit. You are aware that I trot after the heels of all attractive women, especially yours.Now that she was starting to wriggle seriously,
Torn between fear and relief, Portia scrambled to see her niece's face beneath the tumbling crown of honey-colored locks. Eloisa's small mouth was perfectly pursed into a rosebud, and her cheeks were softly suffused with pink. Under the ruffled bodice of her nightgown, her breast rose and fell smoothly, and her throat was unblemished. She seemed alive, and she looked uninjured.When Portia realized Valentine must have come from the one room neither she nor Adrian had looked in, she wanted to slap herself. The area had filthy stains all over the floor and empty chains hanging from the wall that could be pulled or bent to disclose a hidden room or corridor.Her finger gently touched the crossbow's trigger. As long as she was using Eloisa as a human shield, she knew she had no chance of obtaining a clear shot at Valentine's heart.Although the vampire's pale, slender arms showed no signs of exertion, Ellie was as strong as a small pony. She could certainly carry the child for hours witho
Cuthbert sighed contentedly as he snuggled down even more on his bed. He was looking forward to a long, warm slumber on this chilly winter night, with a hot brick wrapped in flannel to keep his toes warm and the fiery plum pudding he had eaten for supper still warming his belly.When someone started tapping on the window of his bedroom, he was almost asleep. He must have seen the snow turn to sleet, he drowsily reasoned as he rolled over and pulled the blankets up to his chin. The tapping persisted and had an odd beat as well as being persistent.He abruptly sat up in bed, his nightcap's tassel falling over one eye. Perhaps a limb had just broken under the weight of the snow and started banging against his windowpane. He hesitantly tore open the drapes on the bed and slid his feet onto the chilly hardwood floor knowing there was only one way to find out.He crept toward the window as his heart began to beat in an unpleasant rhythm. Even the familiar shapes of the wardrobe and washstan
Snow was falling, but it was tainted by ash and cinder clouds that were drifting through the air. The burning remnants of the home were surrounded by the smell of burned wood. There were still smoke plumes coming from the destroyed walls and fallen beams here and there, rising like ghosts. In the ru
Soon after, Portia mumbled, "Well, that was certainly tolerable," squeezing closer into Julian's arms and laying her cheek against his chest. Their intertwined limbs were bathed in a glittering haze as moonlight seeped across the bed.She could hear the sneer in his voice as he softly rubbed his hand
Julian tightened his grip on the chair's arms, his entire body going into rigidity.The blanket spilled to the tick when Portia shrugged and lifted one beautiful shoulder. "Oh, I've really tried not to love you. After you went off the first time, I despised you intensely for about a week. Ever since
When Portia opened her eyes, she was greeted by a beautiful choir of cherubs. They were playing the strings of golden lyres while sitting on fluffy white clouds in a beautiful blue sky.She mumbled, "Oh, dear Lord." "I'm gone,"With one hand, she covered her mouth. It might not be the best idea to beg






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