Rhiannon Book Novels & Stories

Color returned to his face. One thing was certain—Rhiannon's skills as a healer were matched only by her compassion and dedication to those in need. When Rhiannon finally pulled back, she looked exhausted. Then she scented me. Her head snapped around. Those hazel eyes found mine across the room—and everything else disappeared. I didn't remember crossing the distance. Didn't remember deciding to move. One moment I stood in the doorway. The next I had her in my arms, lifting her clean off the floor, burying my face against her neck where midnight rain and silver jasmine overwhelmed the lingering scent of blood and violence.

KIERAN’S POV~ I looked at Rhiannon. She was trembling. Not from the cold though. It was the knowledge of what she’d done. What we were doing. "I knew I should have lied," she whispered. Her voice was scratchy, like she’d been screaming into a pillow. "I should have told you to just fuck off." I didn't blink. I just watched her. I watched the way her chest heaved. The way the red dress strained against her nipples. I knew they were hard. I knew they were aching.