Nocturne in... Red?

Nocturne in... Red?

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Kat's standing joke, of being from a long line of vampire hunters, has served her well over the years to explain her natural nocturnal tendencies. But when she's kidnapped three weeks prior to her twenty-fifth birthday by the father who left before she was born, she learns that her joke may have a lot more truth to it then she'd ever imagined. Except, they're not really vampire hunters, they're vampire hunter hunters. And the vampires? Well, that's a bit of a misconception too. Vampires, as portrayed in legend and popular culture, have never really existed. Actually, the so-called vampires are Angelic beings trapped in physical form and seeking healing on the human plane in order to return to the Heavenly Realm - but it's amazing how ridiculously persistent all those neck biting and blood sucking stories can be. Oh, and apparently, once Kat turns twenty-five, she'll have the unprecedented and long awaited ability to facilitate the Angelic healings - a fact not everyone is too happy about. It seems some impressively nefarious forces have been hard at work over the centuries keeping all that convoluted vampire propaganda firmly in place, and Kat's impending 'gifts' could pose a problem. Provided she actually makes it to her next birthday that is.
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CAUTION CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. "Say it, Allison," he said, his voice low as he trapped me against the rough wall. A shiver ran down my spine, his voice pulling at me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asked. I shook my head, afraid my voice might betray me. His teeth lightly grazed my neck causing a sigh to get past my lips. I could feel him smile against my skin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted one way or another. I tried to slip away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them down tightly. He pressed his hard body against me. I was aware of every inch of him that was touching me. "Don't think you can just leave. We're not done yet." My stomach tightened at his words, the desire inside burning for him. My damn body at war with my mind yet again. He slid his hand up to the edge of my shorts, slowly working it's way up as his mouth trailed small nips from my neck to my collar bone and lower, stopping only when he reached the fabric. I could feel my resolve weakening as his hand reached its destination. "Say it," he demanded. I moaned, my head tipping back as he moved expertly. I wanted to say it then, I really did. But if I said the words, there was no going back. ***************** Allison Cole has just turned seventeen. Most girls would be excited, but she doesn't see it as anything special. She can now find her mate, wherever he is. But she doesn't put much stock in mates or true love. How could something like that be predetermined? Things only go from bad to worse when on that very day she discovers who her mate actually is. Will Allison be able to overcome her bleak thoughts about mates and accept hers? Or is the man bad enough to make her run away? Caught between her body, her mind, and what's best for her pack. Allison must make her decision. Is it worth it?

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