"I get tired of being accused of things that I'm not. Why are you so defensive about everything?" That familiar tic started in his jaw. "I don't eat babies or drink blood if that's what you're implying." She held her hands up in surrender. "You do consume food for nourishment, right?" His eyes flashed angrily. "Don't you ever eat?" "Sometimes." There was a peculiar note in his voice that made her wary. Lydia sat down and reached for the empty plate. "I hope all of this means you're planning to join me." He shook his head. One with banana pancakes, muffins, eggs, bacon, and juice.
Completely stoic, he stepped away from the desk so that she could see he had a tray waiting for her. With his mercurial mood swings, she didn't like being without those facial clues. And as hard as it was to decipher his emotions without the makeup, it was ten times harder with those red and black lines that kept his face in a perpetual snarl. "Thank you." Still, she hated that his makeup was back in place and his hair straightened out again with that small ponytail holding his bangs back out of his eyes. I wasn't sure if they were right or not." "I don't know how you did it, but they all fit perfectly." As if they'd been tailored to her body. "No, not at all." He picked his book up and returned it to the desk. Finally, after an extremely long minute, he blinked. "Did I do something wrong?" When he didn't answer right away, she really started to panic. Lydia hesitated as she felt the weight of his icy stare on every part of her.
His throat went dry even as his mouth salivated for a taste. Breasts with nipples that were tight and jutting through the silken material. But not even that was enough to distract him from the deep V that showed the swell of her breasts. His cock swelled against the metal plates to the point it caused him pain. More than that, the color heightened the gold in her eyes, making them all the more vibrant. Why did I give her that one? Why did she have to choose it? A low-cut, rust-colored dress, it hugged her curves in a way that should be illegal. And that heat concentrated itself right in his groin. Mass Market (November 1st, 2011): $13.Seth stared at Lydia in a state of complete and utter shock as the sight of her sent fire burning through every part of his body.“Suck you into Kenyon's world and keep you there from the first page until the last.” - Midwest Book Review on SHERRILYN KENYON’s blockbuster bestselling novels Product Details “ Skillfully written and entertaining.rich with complex characters, snappy dialogue, and sweet moments.” - Tulsa World “ A delicious balance of suspense and sensuality.” - Publishers Weekly These are not your mother's vampire novels.” - The Boston Globe “ Brisk, ironic, sexy, and relentlessly imaginative.
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