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After spending all damned night digging his sorry ass up, no wonder she’d passed out. “I haven’t seen it yet,” she mumbled against his neck as consciousness returned, “but I’m willing to bet your ass is actually quite nice.

Alexei met Stanislav’s gaze. “I like her.” He smiled. “I like her more.

Cradling her to his chest, he cursed himself for taking too much blood. He was certain he hadn't taken enough for her to need a transfusion, but it had clearly left her weak. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, glad she hadn't found the deed in his thoughts. He had feared he wouldn't be able to hide it from her. The dog began to whine again. "It's okay, boy," he murmured. "She's okay. She's just tired." Several minutes passed while he stroked her hair and held her close despite the pain it caused. She was petite and looked as though she only weighed about a hundred pounds. After spending all damned night digging his sorry ass up, no wonder she passed out. "I haven't seen it yet," she mumbled against his neck as consciousness returned, "but I'm willing to bet your ass is actually quite nice." Startled laughter escaped him, inspiring another groan. "Don't make me laugh. It hurts too much." "Sorry. I couldn't resist.

Darkness surrounded her, suffocated her. She tried to pierce it, but her eyes could find no hint of light. Nothing that would help her escape this prison. Weight pressed down upon her, heavy enough to crush her bones. And perhaps it had. There was no part of her that didn’t hurt so much that she wanted to howl with it. But when she opened her mouth, dirt and dust tried to choke her. Cold. Pain. Silence. No hope. Then a voice came to her, burrowing down through the soil and coiling around her. “When love,” a woman began to sing softly, “into my dreams was creeping. I gave my heart into your keeping.” Pure ecstasy. How she needed that voice, that presence to alleviate the darkness and pain and salvage her sanity. Tears welled in her eyes as she let the soft song embrace her. Her breath hitched.

Don't fear me, Jenna." Amusement lit her features. "It's kind of hard to be afraid of a vampire who apologizes for using harsh language in front of a lady." "I'm not a vampire." "And I'm not a lady.

Great. There goes our security deposit." ~ Sean

He didn't like causing her discomfort. "How are your hands?" He held his out, palm up. Rounding the bed slowly, she placed hers in them. Stanislav sat up straighter and examined them closely, then swore. Raw, open blisters marred the skin at the crooks of her thumbs and the base of every finger. She had gripped that shovel for so long that the blisters had all popped and the flap of loose skin on each had torn away. It looked painful. And she had said nothing, not even complaining when she had held one hand over the steaming pot of pasta while stirring it, something that must have made her hand hurt even more. "Stop beating yourself up about it," she ordered softly. He raised his head, on a level with hers though he sat and she stood. "I wasn't intentionally listening to your thoughts," she told him. "You were sort of broadcasting them. And it wasn't your fault." "I beg to differ. Had I not compelled you to dig me up—" "You would probably be dead right now," she finished for him. Withdrawing one hand, she drew it over his hair. "It was worth it." His pulse raced at her touch. His gaze dropped to her lips. He heard her heartbeat pick up.

He must have been someone I trusted at one time." "But you don't now?" "I can't. Not until I remember how I ended up so badly wounded where you found me. You've seen how strong I am, Susan. How fast I can move. Do you really think an enemy could have gotten the jump on me without a little assistance?" She hadn't thought of it like that. It was a valid point. "No. I'm still hoping he's a friend though. You need someone you can trust." Smiling, he touched her cheek. "I already have someone I trust. You." She clasped his wrists and turned her head, pressing a kiss to his palm. "Flirt." He winked. "Just wait until I confirm I'm not married. Then I'll take flirting to a whole new level." "Hell yes, you will," she declared. He laughed.

He strolled through the store to the back room. Leah sat at a desk, staring at a computer screen that displayed a spreadsheet of some sort. “Give me two minutes,” she mumbled, her tone distracted, “then I’ll be done.” Seth leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. She wore glasses tonight. He had never seen her do so before and wondered if she needed them for reading and close-up work the way many humans did once they reached their forties. The frames were black, reminding him of those that had been popular in the sixties. Her long hair was pulled back in a slightly disheveled bun. The jeans and blazer she’d apparently changed into before going back to work hugged her beautiful figure. She had, as Sheldon would say, a real sexy-librarian thing going on that heated Seth’s blood. The longer he watched her, the more he wanted to touch her, to peel that blazer off, loosen her hair, and— “Finally,” she announced with a sigh. Closing the file, she removed her glasses and spun the chair around to face him. When she looked at him, her eyebrows flew up. “Hi.” “Hello.” She studied him for a moment. “Something on your mind?” Aside from a deep desire to strip her naked?

He took so much upon himself to try to spare others. When she would’ve loosened her hold to look up at him, he tightened his arms around her. “Let me hold you a little longer,” he whispered. Nodding, she relaxed against him. Several minutes passed while they just held each other. “You make everything better, Leah,” he murmured. Warmth burrowed through her chest, straight to her heart. “You do, too.

His beautiful eyes were full of dread and sorrow. “You’re different,” she whispered. He nodded. “Yes, I am.” “You should have told me how different.” A mirthless laugh escaped him. “When?

I can shape-shift.” Leah blinked and tried very hard not to gape again. That was definitely a doozy. “Like a werewolf?” “Yes. But it’s entirely voluntary and has nothing to do with the moon. I can also shift into the shape of any living creature I wish to, not just that of a wolf. And I’m still me,” he hastened to assure her, “when I take an animal’s form. I don’t start thinking like an animal or anything like that.” She stared at him. “Leah?” “Yeah. You’re going to have to show me that one.” He released her hand. “Is there any animal in particular you’d like me to change into?” She shook her head. “Just… something that won’t make me pee my pants.” He laughed.

If he doesn’t get here soon, I’m going to fall asleep, Susan grumbled. He loved hearing her voice in his head even when she was cranky. The thought made him smile. I’ve been keeping you up too late. Not really, she replied. I’ve always been a night owl. I just haven’t been sleeping late the way I usually do. And had had one scare after another whilst awake. Did I mention I’m still sore from digging your handsome ass up? He laughed. It was totally worth it, of course, she went on.But if we find out you’re single, I might hit you up for a nice long massage. He cursed when his body immediately responded to the image of her naked and laid out before him, waiting for him to run his hands all over her body. Now who’s flirting? Ooh, she purred. That’s so cool. Even in your thoughts, your voice deepens and gets all growly when you’re turned on. Before he could respond, she made a sound of impatience.Damn it. Now I’m turned on. He laughed, delighted that she inspired him to do so even in such grim circumstances.

Is it okay if I call you Stan?” “Well,” he drawled, trying to sound less than enthusiastic, “I guess so. I mean, I’d prefer that you call me Stud Muffin. But Stan will do.

It storms when you make love?” “Apparently.” Turning back to the large warriors in the hallway, Leah flashed them all a grin. “Well then, boys, you’d better put your rain boots on. Because monsoon season is coming.

Ooh. That’s so cool. Even in your thoughts, your voice deepens and gets all growly when you’re turned on. Before he could respond, she made a sound of impatience. Damn it. Now I’m turned on.

Releasing her wrist, he raised his shaking hand and brushed disheveled auburn hair back from her face. Her features were relaxed in sleep. Dirt-smudged. Damp with the tears she had shed for him. At his touch, she made a sound somewhere in the back of her throat and snuggled closer with a sigh. He didn't know who she was. He didn't know who he was. But in that moment, he loved her for freeing him. The dog voiced a plaintive whine. Speech still eluding him, he sent feelings of calm to the loyal animal. Then, taking the woman's small, pale hand in his, he tucked it against his chest, pressed his forehead to hers, and succumbed to a deep healing sleep.

Seth ditched his pants. Her eyes widened. “Don’t say it,” he warned as he knelt on the edge of the bed. “Don’t say what?” she asked, still staring at the hard length that strained toward her. Grasping her delicate ankles, he eased her legs apart. “Big hands, big feet…” Her lips twitched as she met his gaze. “Fine. I’ll just think it.

Shaking his head, he closed the distance between them. “Don’t tempt me, minx.” She grinned unrepentantly. “Think it would shock your fellow immortals if I made a habit of grabbing your ass in their presence?” Again he laughed. “Everything you do where I’m concerned shocks my fellow immortals.

She hesitated. "You know I'm older than you, right?" Richard stared down at her and forced himself not to laugh at the irony. He may be over two hundred years old, but he looked as if he were in his late twenties, thirty at the most. And Jenna was worried that her being thirty-seven would be a problem? A hint of insecurity entered her features. "I don't mean to press this, but... I dated a guy once--- very briefly---who said the same thing until his friends found out and started to razz him about it. I'm thirty-seven. Are you sure that isn't a problem?" "I don't know why his friends would tease him about dating you unless they were envious. You look like you're in your twenties, Jenna. Not much older than your son, in fact. And, if you looked like you were in your forties, guess what. I would be just as interested." She smiled and closed the distance between them. "And if I looked like I were in my fifties?" "Still interested." "Sixties?" "I happen to think laugh lines are hot.

Sheldon entered the living room with Jenna's son, John "What'd we miss?" Sheldon asked with a smile. While Seth and David abandoned the group, all eyes went from Sheldon to Tracy to Sheldon to Tracy and back to Sheldon again. It was like watching a tennis match. And poor Tracy.... Lisette had never seen her look so stricken. "Well?" Sheldon prodded, when no answer came. Sean cleared his throat. "Tracy's been having sex dreams about you." Krysta swatted her brother on the back of the head.

She was the only thing that kept him sane.

Sit down,” she ordered, nodding toward her bed. He cast it an uncertain look. “I can’t. I’ll stain the covers.” She stared at him. “You’re kidding, right?” He sported deep wounds that bled profusely and he was concerned about staining her bedding? “Perhaps if I cleaned up a wee bit—” “Sit your ass down,” she ordered, pointing at the queen-sized bed. Eyebrows flying up, he sat so swiftly she almost laughed.

Slowly, Dana walked around the long table and stared at them. The moment stretched. They sent her encouraging smiles. “Okay,” she announced, “I’m not gonna lie. This is freaking me out a little.

Susan glared up at the man. "Let go of me." "Tell me where you found it!" he shouted, giving her a little shake. "Did you even find it? Or did you steal it from the person it belongs to?" Fury suffused Stanislav as he took a step forward. Before he could leap to her aid, Susan drew her free arm back and punched the man in the face. Ow! Sh**, that hurt! she exclaimed mentally. But it didn't stop her from delivering a wicked uppercut when the man released her arm and stumbled backward. Stanislav's jaw dropped. She really could handle herself.

Sweetie, I’m not a flowers and chocolates kind of gal,” she said, leaning into him. “Well, maybe the chocolate.” “I was going to say.” — Krysta and Étienne

There is no reason to feel embarrassed, Krysta." "Easy for you to say! You weren't caught mentally checking out my package!" ~ Étienne and Krysta

Thinking of her aggravation with him during the meeting, he smiled. “Which reminds me . . . You kicked me.” She shrugged, lips tilting up just a bit. “You were being an ass. Didn’t anyone ever tell you you can catch more flies with honey?” “Sure. But who wants to catch flies?” She laughed. “You’re impossible.” “So everyone keeps telling me, but in far less pleasant terms.

When love,” she began to sing softly, “into my dreams was creeping.” Her voice was low and sultry. “I gave my heart into your keeping.” Pure ecstasy. How he needed her.

You're a rare breed, Richard d'Alencon." She didn't know the half of it. Unable to resist, he dipped his head and touched his lips to hers in a gentle caress. Her breath caught. Lightning struck.

You’re even more beautiful when kissed the sun.” Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I would much rather be kissed by you.