All Chapters of SALVATION OF THE DAMNED (A Vampire Romance) : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

She sent Aleron a look that was filled with bone-chilling terror. “He wouldn’t listen. He stalked me. Haunted me. He stood outside my house at night, followed me to work in the mornings. I got a restraining order.” She rubbed her arms viciously as if her blood had congealed in her veins. “That only made him madder. He set fire to my car. He killed my dog. Finally, he broke into my house when I was out and killed a friend of mine who picked the wrong night to stop by with pizza….”Tears streaked down her face, unheeded, unchecked. Her eyes were wild and furious and filled with a pain he recognized, as he lived with something much like it every day. He reached for her, but she jumped back from him.“Don’t.” Seraphine held up both hands and fought for control. God, she’d shatter if he touched her. She knew she would. Cold wrapped itself around her entire being, squeezing her heart, icing her lungs until she felt as though she might never draw another breath.Her memories were every bit a

He tossed the slippers to the stone hearth, where the beady bunny eyes stared at her in reproach. The heat pouring from the fireplace was so comforting—and yet, only moments ago, another kind of fire had been the enemy.“The whole barn could have gone up,” she said, watching the flames instead of staring up into dark eyes that made her tremble even harder than the cold.“I think that was the idea.”She looked at him. “What?”“I smelled gasoline.”“I didn’t,” she argued.He nodded his head. “I can pick up scents others might miss.”“Handy talent,” she murmured. As her limbs began to warm, she struggled to sit up. “But who would burn down my barn?”“That’s the question, isn’t it?” He folded his arms over his chest and looked down at her. “What about your stalker? Could he have found you?”Another wave of cold swept over her as Seraphine considered that possibility. She’d been so careful. So diligent about keeping a low profile. It had been five years. Surely, Frank wasn’t still fixated

Everything in Seraphine went calm and still. Despite the pain still raging inside her. Despite the terror closing her throat. She heard Aleron's voice and felt safe.Keeping a tight grip on her hair, Michael the vampire turned slowly around to face the man standing in the open passageway beside the bookcase. Michael laughed. “A secret room? How cool is that?”He sounded so young, Seraphine thought wildly. Young and excited…and so deadly.“You came here for me. Let the woman go.”“Why should I?” Michael pulled her close and, keeping one eye on Aleron, lowered his head to lick at the blood still seeping from her neck. “I think I'll have her. Once I’m finished with you, of course.”Aleron looked into Seraphine’s eyes and saw not only fear, but also a steady calm. Damned if he wasn’t proud of her. He could taste her terror staining the air, but instead of weeping and wailing, she was doing all she could to hold herself together. And judging by the bloody tear on Michael’s shirt, she’d don

Seraphine stumbled half stumbled out of the shower and snatched at the towel hanging from a rack set into the wall. She rubbed herself furiously, removing every last drop of moisture from her body. Then she put on her nightie and sat on the bed, closing her eyes and focusing on regaining her equilibrium.Two hours later, she heard a knock on her door and was grateful that she'd locked it. She couldn't face Aleron right now. “Aren't you going to have dinner tonight?” he called, then added when she said nothing, “I know you're awake, Sera. I can tell by your heartbeat,” Damn him and his vampire hearing, Seraphine thought. “I'm not hungry,” she finally replied, “I'm a bit tired so I'm just going to go to bed and have breakfast early in the morning,” There was a pause, then he said, “Okay,” but he didn't leave. “Are you alright, Sera,” he asked. The concern in his voice softened her, but she refused to walk up to that door and open it. She had to put some distance between them. She ha

His canine teeth tingled, signaling the craving that accompanied the act of foreplay.Aleron didn’t want that to happen. So he concentrated on keeping back the evidence that might scare her—and fulfill his twisted addiction—if only as experimenting with his own self control.“Right there, where you breathed,” Seraphine said in a breathy rush. Her fingers pressed against his skull, imploring him to move in close, and so he did.His tongue landed on the unreal heat of her skin. A burn, a sweet fiery brand, marked him indelibly. Aleron moaned against her breast and pressed his lips above the material of her top. She arched back her shoulder, lifting herself against his lips, and he opened his mouth in a reactionary bite, but at the last moment, he covered his teeth with his lips to soften the connection.“And where else?” he prompted, eyeing his next desired location. “Show me.”Her hand slipped down from his head and glided across his fingers.Following her direction, he was pleased whe