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be still my heart
Be Still My Heart

 


 


Knight After Night
KNIGHT AFTER NIGHT
The Vampire Assassin League
by Jackie Ivie

ASIN: B004WG5LEI
Release date: April, 2011

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THE VAMPIRE

Highland Vampire Thoran MacKettryck's lonely. Bitter. Vengeful. For centuries now, he's taken lives for profit and drained blood for free. Just like always. But then he's gifted what every immortal craves: his mate. He just can't believe his eyes when he finally hunts her down.

HIS MATE

Jolie Pritchard's young. Studious. Driven. Studying Medieval Literature is her life and this scholarship - her dream. She's the last thing an arrogant, gorgeous, world-class playboy should be pursuing and she knows it. If only he wasn't the most thrilling male she's ever imagined...

THE CURSE

She was warned. She didn't listen.

Knight After Night is a 20,000 word paranormal romance novella.

 

excerpt

"Yeah. You've got a fan club of weird old guys. Truly weird. They're totally too fond of you. They collect paintings of you. They gave me presents. Like this one." She reached for the caller thing and held it out to him. Thoran took it gingerly, sniffed at it, and then pulled it away, squinting at the red light on it.

"It's a transmitting device of some sort," he finally said.

"No lie," she answered.

"It's always on."

"Tell me something I don't know," she answered.

"They're tracking you."

"Ok. That I didn't know."

"Why would someone track you?"

He was all tense and rigid and angered looking. As if to defend her. Jolie banished the instant image of him brandishing that sword - all oiled up and in a loincloth - to where she'd stored the tuxedo one. To use later.

"They aren't tracking me. I think they want you. And I already told you why. They're fans. And buddy, I have to tell you. You have some very strange fans."

"You want this?" He lifted an eyebrow.

"Not especially."

"Good."

He pitched it into the center of the river without any effort. They both watched it hit water and immediately sink. The muscles displayed in his arm had moved. Flexing. Rippling. The guy was built. Masculine. And he was gorgeous. And he was worried about performing for her. Jolie sighed. She'd known it was too good to be true. But it had sure been a fun fantasy.

"What is it?" he asked.

"You. And your...uh...impotence. I'm sorry. Truly."

"What impotence?"

"I should've known, really. It was right in front of my face. No wonder you're here. Right now. With me."

"What...does that mean?"

Thoran had his hair pulled back, but a lock had escaped the bond. Jolie noted how it caressed his brow and moved with every blink of his eyelashes as he looked down at her. He'd moved again, turning toward her, as if to envelope and encompass her completely. With the confused look reflected in those silver eyes, it was impossible not to feel a swoon coming on. She knew exactly what it felt like. And to disguise all of that, she opened her mouth and started talking.

"There's no reason to get all uptight and upset. I'm sure it happens to every guy. If they've used it too much. Or taken the wrong kinds of drugs for too long. Or had a bad experience with the wrong party. I read the tabloids. Get bombarded with the television ads. It's not that uncommon. Even in a guy as young as you."

"What are you speaking of now?"

"You're unable to...get it up. And now you're mad," she whispered.

"Get what up?"

"That's it. I'm done. I can believe you're a world class playboy who's lost his ability. I can definitely believe you'd attempt to get it back by pursuing and then charming the hell out of a little nobody from the end of nowhere. But I can't believe I actually thought for one moment you were a vampire. I can't. I must've inhaled something from the fumes in that basement. That's the only explanation."

He wasn't just closer. He was overpowering, looming over her and making certain of his domination with an arm about her back.

He pulled her close. Right atop his lap, while his eyes narrowed to slits of mirrored silver.

"It's ok, Thoran. Really. I won't tell anyone. I promise. You don't have to worry."

"Tell anyone what? That I'm a vampire?" He hissed the words.

"Who would believe that?"

 

 

 


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