by Sherrilyn Kenyon
$6.50 US / $9.99 Can.
Series - Dark-Hunters
Life is great for me. I have my chicory coffee, my warm beignets, and my best friend on the cell phone. Once the sun goes down, I am the baddest thing prowling the night. I command the elements, and I know no fear. For centuries, I've protected the innocent and watched over mankind, making sure they are safe in a world where nothing is ever certain. All I want in return is a hot babe in a red dress, who wants nothing more from me than one night.
Instead, I get a runaway Mardi Grad float that tries to turn me into roadkill and a beautiful woman who saves my life but can't remember where she put my pants. Flamboyant and extravagant, Sunshine Runningwolf should be the perfect woman for me. She wants nothing past tonight, no ties, no long-term commitments.
But every time I look at her, I start yearning for dreams that I buried centuries ago. With her unconventional ways and ability to baffle me, Sunshine is the one person I find myself needing. But for me to love her would mean her death. I am cursed to never know peace or happiness - not so long as my enemy waits in the night to destroy us both.
Sunshine took a deep breath as she turned back to her hero dressed all in black. He looked humongous on her bed. He was also a total mess.
Tentatively, so as not to hurt him, she reached to unzip his motorcycle jacket. She paused in shock as she saw he wore nothing underneath it. Nothing except lush, tawny skin that made her mouth water and her body instantly throb. Never in real life had she beheld a man with a body so hard and so well-toned. Every muscle was defined and even while relaxed, the strength of him was evident. The man was a total god!
She ached to draw those perfect proportions and immortalize them. A body this fine definitely needed preserving. She pulled the jacket off and carefully set it on the bed. She took a good look at him and was floored by what she saw.
He was gorgeous. His wavy blond hair curled becomingly around the nape of his neck, and two long, thin braids hung down to his bare chest. His eyes were closed, but his dark eyelashes were sinfully long. His face was perfectly sculpted with high, arching brows, and he had a very dignified, yet untamed look to him.
It had been a long time since she had been this attracted to a stranger. But something about this man really made her ache foe a taste of him . . .
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