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I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

Candles flickered around the room, casting dancing shadows over her body, and the scent of musk and vanilla filled the air. Her eyes, wide and filled with a mix of anticipation and fear, searched mine as I approached. I could feel the heat between us, the unspoken desire that had been simmering beneath the surface of our relationship. In this dream, the barriers between us were gone, and all that was left was raw, animal need. I was the Dom, and she was my eager submissive, ready to submit to whatever I desired.

My fingers ran over the keypad, and I typed a few words and hit send. “I love you so much, sweetheart.” I read it repeatedly and then dropped my phone as I went to take off my clothes and change into my nightwear. Just then, a notification dropped in, and it was a message from Mason. It read, “I love you too, baby.” I smiled as I read it repeatedly, and another text came in. It read, “Now get to sleep because we have a lot of work to do tomorrow.” I laughed at this text softly as I texted back.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

60 percent Mafia book, 40 percent erotica. A book about lust, love, obsession, possession, Domination, BDSM, war, and blood shade. Sophia was the opposite of Dante. She is kind and soft-hearted and they shined through her appearance. After a break up with the man she spent years building a future with, Sophia fuels that energy into her career— the desire to be a lifesaver. She promised never to give love a chance but her father’s constant intervention pushed her into the arms of a man she saw through his light, instead of the darkness that he is.

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

he rolled his eyes, he noticed his breathing was becoming calmer. "You hate him that much?" "I don't hate my brother " he shunned her. "Are you sure about that?" she leaned close to him, and said slowly with her eyes glued to his eyes "Tell me you don't hate him" Austin was supposed to be feeling angry, but staying this close to Tasha, always aroused some kind of feeling within him he was yet to understand. His eyes went from her eyes down to her lips, it was moist as ever and he could smell her. He always wondered what was so special about her, why he saw her and not other ghosts. He swallowed hard and attempted to lean backward, "Don't, answer my question Austin '' she leaned forward again

This was like a dream come true for Amy. Bryan, the only man she desires, the love of her life, her heart beat, was kissing her. His kiss was so much different from that of Kyle. His kiss was passionate, it was filled with love and longing, like he too wanted it.

Our first roll on the beach here in Spiros, that night we played with dinner, our session in the tinted glass car on the cliff just above the Acropolis, his mouth on mine, his hand pulling my hair possesively. I frown. The barbecued coconut at Edem, his obvious amusement in the face of my out-of-control jealousy, I sigh. It hurts to remember what we did next. Then we came back here and we spent weeks fucking like rabbits in heat. My chin is shaking, I can't seem to stop crying. Everything was millimetrically timed. Everything was planned down to the smallest detail, the Grimoire, the necklace, the fucking robes. Even what he fed me... Everything.

" Stephan spotted Switzers racing toward them. This was it. He reached for the cuff link on his right sleeve. He had suspected the Switzers would empty his pockets, so he'd hidden the detonator to the C-4 in his cuff link. One punch of the button and Baal's precious stockpile of Artificial blood would be gone. Aya was speechless. Vampire sex? She wasn't sure such a bizarre phenomenon even existed. Well, there was certainly one way to find out. Should she even consider it? Well, she couldn't get pregnant from it. And since he wouldn't even be in the same room with her, it had to be perfectly safe. No bites, no holding, no unnecessary roughness. No little vampire babies flying around the nurse