Forever
at Midnight –The Cynn Cruor Bloodline, Book 2
Roarke catches a glimpse of
Deanna in Dac Valerian’s club. He is unable to believe that Deanna is
alive when he buried her himself nearly five hundred years before. He
searches for her in the streets of Manchester just to prove that he hasn’t lost
his mind. But when Deanna turns up on the street facing the Cynn Cruor’s
headquarters, Roarke needs to know why she hid herself from him.
Knowing that her secret can
only destroy whatever feelings Roarke has left for her, Deanna remains silent
until circumstances force her to reveal everything.
Hearts are broken on both sides
but Roarke and Deanna have to work together if they are to find a way of ending
Dac and the Scatha Cruor’s power once and for all. Desire rises and passions
are rekindled.
Will their pursuit of Dac lead to
another chance at happiness?
Or will it forever tear them
apart?
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Excerpt:
Soon, Roarke ended the kiss. Deanna
gloried at the pleasure she felt when gold flecks materialized against his
pupils. She touched the sides of his eyes.
“I missed seeing those,” she whispered
before cupping his face. He turned to kiss her palm. She sighed. “If only for
tonight, make love to me again, Roarke. Make love to me so I can forget.”
She saw emotion flit through his eyes
before it was gone. Her heart was in her throat, afraid he would refuse. Then
his head bent down.
He kissed her again, but this time it
was soft and tender, even while his hand was wreaking havoc with her body. Her
clit throbbed when he rolled her hardened nipples with his thumb and forefinger
before palming her globes lovingly. She closed her eyes, giving in to the
moment, her breath coming out in moans and gasps. Then her mouth opened in a
silent cry, feeling his tongue flick and suck on her breasts again. She lost
all coherent thought, holding on to his shoulders. Lust thundered through her,
lighting her up like a fireball.
Roarke scooped her up and walked
through the French doors and into the warmth of the loft. With her face against
his neck, she inhaled deeply before flicking her tongue and sucking on the
pulse at the base of his throat.
“Where?” he growled, his desire
unsuppressed.
Mutely, Deanna pointed to the stairs
which led to her bedroom. Instead of using the stairs, Roarke catapulted them
to the open room's landing with one jump.
There wouldn't be any recriminations
tonight. This moment would be for knowing each other's bodies again. To make up
for all the lost time.
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