Everlasting Bite

Everlasting Bite

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"Eden Sinclair, I love you, and I will find you no matter where you are and how long it takes. I will find you. Just wait for me." And Eden had waited for him. It had been a long time since she had last seen her lover, Allender, and Eden had given up on him centuries ago. While living her life in the modern era, vampire Eden and her fledgling daughter, Ophelia are accompanied by old friends and family as they defend their coven against century-old rivals and new enemies. But upon the return of the man she tried so hard to forget, will Eden drop her guard or let him in again? All Rights Reserved
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In a world of those who have human and wolf blood, Ophelia is the daughter of a wolf hunter. There's just one thing that might cause trouble for that and that is Ophelia's growing relationship with a pack of wolves that live in the forest behind her house. Ophelia thought her life was going to be simple. Well, as simple as life could get when she just happened to be failing her job, her relationship and (the absolute bane of it all) mathematics. But oh, no, something far more deadly and sinister awaits Ophelia in the forest behind her home. Will she be able to discover how to save her new friends before something takes them from her forever? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Werewolves in England? Yeah, apparently stranger things did happen. Much, much stranger than I had ever thought of before, but strange nonetheless. At first, I thought I had simply been imagining it. As soon as I got into bed and stared up at my ceiling, I pinched myself just to establish that I wasn't, in fact, dreaming. I wasn't dreaming. Thus, I had to accept what I had seen in the forest as the cold, hard, truth- make that the warm, fuzzy, truth. Werewolves were real. It was either that, or I was completely losing it.

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