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An Otherworlder Enforcement Agency Novella
She’s seen the past…
OWEA Agent Beatrice Davis is haunted by the death visions that help her solve crimes. When Detective Claude Desmairis, her vampire ex-lover, asks for her assistance on a case, she’d rather help him than take the mandated leave to stave off her burn-out.
The truth won’t stay buried…
Pressed to solve a series of crimes before the perpetrator blows the vampire world apart, Claude turns to a woman he thought he’d been able to leave behind. But he was wrong, and his feelings for her will only bring trouble in an investigation this dangerous.
As their passions reignite, they see a possible future together. Until her visions show her the face of the murderer—a man Claude can never betray.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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“You can’t hurt me anymore.” My mind screamed that was a lie, but I ignored it.
“Can’t I?” Claude asked.
“No. You have to care about someone before they can hurt you,” I said.
He flinched. The motion should have sent a rush of satisfaction through me, instead it pushed a lump into my throat.
“Then why do I feel like you’re more of a threat to me than Nicolas?” he murmured.
There was no way to answer that. This conversation was so over. I turned to leave.
He moved again and stood in front of me before I could face the door to the condo. “You have to admit it was a hell of a few weeks.”
You don’t have to admit anything, my mind insisted, but panic pushed at my throat. His lips were only inches from mine, and they curled into his familiar flirtatious grin. Daring me.
If I ran away now, it would be as good as admitting I cared. That I hadn’t forgotten about our time together. That I hadn’t been able to move on, and instead had compared every man I met to him.
And I’d be damned if I admitted anything.
I tilted my chin, ever so slightly. Our lips even closer, I murmured, “I’ve had better weeks.”
A surprised laugh left him, and then his mouth was on mine. His lips were the perfect blend of soft skin and firm demand. It wasn’t a first kiss—not even like our first kiss, which had been soft and smooth, testing and wanting. This kiss demanded.
And I responded in kind. Because damn him, he owed me.
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