Blood Siren

Blood Siren

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Mindlessly, my hand reached up from beside me, my fingertips begging for just a touch. My hands craved to feel the body made perfectly for mine, to feel every curve and every dip, to feel every scar that illustrated the path he took to get to me. My heart ached to touch his, even if it was just to share the bitter taste of goodbye. I needed to graze the surface of his world, even if just a second. But just as my hands were about ready to run themselves through his fur, I suddenly realized what I was doing. A soul connection is bonded with the five senses we have. I had already dragged us too deep within the tempting seduction of our destined to be undestined fate. I couldn't take us even a step closer to fulfilling the connection. Not if it meant I was leading my mate to his demise. So, I did what was best for both of us. I ran.
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Shadows

"A soulmate." He starts, his voice bounces off the wall of the empty room. "There is nothing more beautiful in the world than them, for they are the epitome of perfect. They are the part you've been searching for forever. The cynosure for each other. Made for each other, like a puzzle, complete. Their scent so beautiful you could smell it for centuries and never get tired of it." He crouches in front of my figure. Lifting his hands and places them on my face and sparks fly across my cheeks, birthing joyful butterflies in my stomach. His eyes dance down my face, and his thumbs move to trace the outline of my cold lips. How much I find myself wanting to lean closer and savor the contact. "There are our better halves, making us whole" --- King meets his Queen Both have memories that are better left untouched. But are they willing to make an exception for each other? Book #1 of the Soul series.

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