The lines between illusion and reality blur as a dark romance brews between two unlikely soulmates…
Stas isn’t your average human. She can bend others to her will, a psychic talent she’s kept hidden since the brutal murder of her parents.
Issac isn’t human at all. He’s an immortal masquerading as one of New York City’s most eligible bachelors while secretly seeking revenge against a former ally.
A fateful meeting ends in a seductive proposition. As their lives intertwine, secrets are exposed and passion ignites. It’s a bond built to last a lifetime, if they’re willing to risk everything to protect it.
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“What are you wearing under this dress?”
Not what she expected him to say. “Excuse me?”
Issac’s teeth sunk into her lower lip, making her yelp. “Focus.”
Stas frowned. “A thong and a strapless bra.” Both black and lacy. Lingerie was one of her secret indulgences. Not that she ever put them to good use.
One of his hands drifted from her hair to her waist, then down to her ass. His palm flattened and forced her to arch up into him. A breath hitched in her throat at the feel of his growing arousal. Mixing business and pleasure?
His lips brushed hers in a chaste kiss that belied the passion they were feigning for the camera. “The dress will have to stay then.”
“What’s wrong with my dress?” It hit her mid-thigh and clung to her curves. She looked good in it.
He ignored her.
“You’re going to see things tonight that will make you want to scream, but you must remain calm and quiet. Mortals who overreact die, and they die badly.”
He lifted her off the ground one handed. Her legs went around his hips, placing the most intimate part of her against him. A scrap of lace and his trousers were all that separated them. Any other place and time, her body’s instinct to move against him would have won out, but not now. The shiver that traversed her spine was from his words, not his touch.
Mortals who overreact die. Her arms tensed around his neck. I’m going to die here. She wanted to kill Tom for putting her in this situation.
“It’s imperative they believe you’re human.” He spoke the words into her mouth and moved his groin in a sinuous circle. Such a subtle move, but one that sent tingling sensations through her entire body, despite his words. Heat blended with the fear-induced adrenaline pumping through her veins, making her tremble.
“We don’t have much time, so I need to know you understand me.” Terror mingled with lust as his hard length caressed her hot center again. The heady combination left her lightheaded.
“Astasiya.” He punctuated her name by nipping her lower lip, causing her to cry out. Whether in protest or because she liked the other things he was doing to her, she wasn’t sure. Reality was starting to blend with desire, making it difficult to discern right from wrong. What they were doing and discussing was too surreal. “They cannot find out what you are. Both of our lives depend on it.”
His words registered through the haze of passion clouding her mind. She was in the middle of an Ichorian club. He didn’t need to explain why keeping her gift under control was important. He was clear from the beginning that his kind killed fledglings on sight. He never explained why, but now wasn’t the time to ask. She gave him a slight nod to show she understood.
“One last thing.” He licked at the wound he left on her bottom lip. She hadn’t realized he bit her hard enough to bleed until she felt the sting of his tongue. Her tremble was involuntary and confusing. Why did that feel so good? “You can’t enter the Conclave unmarked.”
“Conclave?” What the hell is that? It sounded ominous.
“A meeting, of sorts, for Ichorians.” His tongue traced a pattern against her lips before dipping in to dance with hers. Her response was slow, a side effect of their surroundings. His mouth was patient and coaxing against hers, offering the perfect distraction from her heavy thoughts. She gave in when he rubbed against her again. It was impossible to refuse him.
His mouth slid over her cheek and down to her neck. “It’s either this or we both die, and I’m particularly fond of living.” His breath was hot against her ear. Almost as hot as the thickness of his groin pressing into her most sensitive area. “Forgive me, darling.”
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This is Book One in the Immortal Curse Series, which means there will be overarching themes/questions left unanswered that set up the next book. Each hero/heroine couple, however, will always have a Happy For Now (HFN) or a Happily Ever After (HEA) ending.