When I first started plotting this series I had no idea how obsessed I would become, or how invested in the story I would be.
But I did, and I am.
Rainey really resonated with me in a way I hadn't expected, and Elijah...WHOA...talk about book boyfriend MATERIAL. This book is action-
I love them, and I am so glad this story is finally out in the world! If you haven't grabbed Blood Hunt yet, you can do so by clicking HERE.
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When I glance up at him, I nearly lose my ever-loving mind with the way he’s staring at me. Warmth pools between my legs, drenching the soft cotton of my underwear. Elijah’s nostrils flare, his pupils dilating, and I know he can sense it—sense me—what he does to my body.
“You are intoxicating,” he groans and inhales deeply.
“Am I?” I ask, honestly. I’ve been with men before, had sex, felt desire—but all of that combined pales in comparison to what Elijah makes me feel.
“It’s a terrible thing,” he says, lifting a finger to trail through the thick strands of my loose hair.
“Is it?” I’ve apparently lost the ability to speak in full sentences…so that’s great.
He nods. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.” He steps toward me, placing both hands on the bookcase and caging me in.
But here in his arms, I’ve never felt more free.
“I—”
Elijah leans in, trailing his nose over my throat, the gentle caress lighting fires along my skin and making the soft throbbing between my legs damn near painful. I clench my thighs together, trying to ease some of it.
If he’d just touch me—
“You know we could never…” he starts, but trails off.
Wood crunches.
“Why?” The word leaves my lips on a sigh, and Elijah is gone from me as quickly as he came, and with the distance, I finally see reason. We’re already being hunted—that much is true. But if a relationship bloomed between us—and word got out—we’d be hunted mercilessly.
It would no longer just be the vampires after me. Hunters would come. They would kill everyone near us for the shot at being the one to put blades in our hearts.
My heart practically breaks for the passion I’ll never get to experience even as I know I shouldn’t want him as badly as I do.
A shiver tears through me, and Elijah is back in front of me in a blur of movement, this time with the throw blanket off the back of the couch. He wraps it around my shoulders.
“I want you, Rainey. But I would ruin you.”
“I’m not as innocent as you seem to want to believe.”
He chuckles darkly and tucks the hair behind my neck. “There’s not an innocent thing about you, Rainey Astor. But you are good—light—and I am nothing but shadows.”
“You aren’t as dark as you’d like to believe. But I do agree with you. Anything between us…” I trail off because I know how sour my next words are going to taste. “It would be a mistake.”
“It would,” Elijah agrees. “Goodnight, Rainey.” He kisses my cheek and turns away from me. Once his door shuts, I relax and start to head for my room, stopping the moment I’m no longer directly in front of the bookcase.
Reaching out with a shaking hand, I run my fingertips over the now cracked wood where Elijah’s hands were braced on either side of me—proof of his control.
Even as I believe the words I said—that it would be a mistake—I can’t help but wonder.
What would it be like if that control snapped?