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Vampires and dragons are forbidden to mate... When a local reporter with fiery red hair and fearless gray eyes marches into his vampire bar, Hawke''s first instinct is to bite her tempting lower lip. His second instinct is to get her the hell out of there, sooner rather than later. No matter how sweet her scent or beguiling her smile, his job is to protect his coven, and it''s a responsibility he does not take lightly. However, he soon finds this particular human isn''t so easy to forget. Something about her has flicked a switch inside of him. One that was better off left alone. Everly Taylor isn''t sure what to expect the first time she walks into a local bar run by the supernatural, but Hawke sure isn''t it. His intense gaze notices more than it should, and his carefully poised confidence hides a vulnerability she senses more than sees. Though her body immediately reacts to him, his dark presence is daunting. But Everly refuses to let it intimidate her. She needs his help. Parasupe has kidnapped her brother, and she has no idea why, and no one else to turn to. But when Hawke discovers Everly is a dragon shifter, she becomes more than a distraction. She becomes a threat. And it will take an act of complete sacrifice to convince him she is worth the fight.
He was my deepest revelation and my darkest secret. Bad boys were never my thing, unless they existed within the pages of a book. Until Alex Moss came to my rescue like some sort of avenging angel. He saved my life, which is why I believed him when he told me the threat against my life was back, and only he could protect me. With his dark hair, golden eyes, and broad shoulders, the warlock was hard to resist. Yet even as his kisses made me crave more, there was something about him that frightened me. It wasn't until I tasted his blood that I knew it wasn't magic that brought us together, but fate. The warlock is MINE. I saved her from a curse, only to get caught in her spell. Kenya Darce was like no other vampire I'd ever met. Adorable, quirky, and sexy as hell, she turned me on with one look over the top of her black-rimmed glasses. But ever since the night I exorcised the spell from her body, we've had a connection between us. It was completely unexplainable, but it was there. And now the thing that tried to kill her is back, and I'm the only one with magic dark enough to fight for her. Forbidden to go near her, I couldn't stay away. Nothing and no one will keep me away from her.
Killian walked into my new voodoo shop late one night with an urgent request - he needed me to heal his friend. Only I know absolutely nothing about voodoo, or healing. I'm just trying to start a new life with what little family I have left after my dream of becoming a star on Broadway went up in flames. Literally. At first glance, he was an average looking guy with a European flair. Nothing outside the ordinary in the city of New Orleans. But despite his nerdy-boy attire, Killian was most definitely all man. And as his black eyes made their way up my body to my face, the look reflected within them wasn't the least bit tame. More like predatory... I expected her to cast me down the moment I walked through her door. But I had no choice. One of my own was dying from a witch's curse, and only another witch could undo the spell. However, Lizzy was not what I'd expected to find. Stunned by her beauty and overwhelmed by her scent, I burned with thirst until the blood raced through my veins and my body tightened with need. But with one taste, she calmed the beast within me as the truth flooded my wicked soul. The witch is MINE. She is the pulse that feeds my immortal life and the bearer of my death. Taking Lizzy as my mate will bring about the end of my coven's uneasy truce with the witches. Leaving her will mean my demise... My name is Killian Rice, and I am a vampire. Come Into The Dark with this new series by L.E. Wilson, and enter her Deathless Night. A world of immortals with only one weakness: The witches who can destroy us...
She fights him tooth and nail at every turn.And he likes it. On the verge of war between the shifters and the Dark Fae, the last thing alpha wolf Cedric Kincaid has on his mind is falling for a fiery, stubborn, Fae lass. But the faerie prince has one last move in his game- to mate Cedric to the princess. At first, he adamantly refuses. But the more he thinks about it, the more Cedric warms to the idea. Och, aye. Duana is the most intriguing lass he''s ever met, and he would be able to keep an eye on her this way. But there''s just one major problem: She wants nothing to do with him. Duana is not the evil faerie everyone thinks she is. Yes, she''s done some questionable things in her life, but she has her reasons. And most of them revolve around saving her people from the inescapable addiction they are prone to in this world. Now the portal that kept them away is cracking, and she''s in a race against time to find a cure before they escape. She has neither the time nor the inclination to "date". Especially not a mangy alpha wolf who scorches her body with his white-hot eyes and turns her insides to mush with his Scottish brogue. Cedric would give his life for the safety of this pack. But he soon learns it would be far more painful to give up his heart.
She's the treasure he never thought he'd find… Shifter Duncan Kincaid enjoys dancing. Country dancing to be precise. After all, the lasses love nothing more than a man who can swing them around a dance floor. And that's the other thing Duncan loves- the lasses. A wink and a smile is all it takes to have a partner for the night, until a Faerie with dark curls and brazen curves throws him off his game and shakes him to his core. He's a danger to her life, and a risk she's willing to take. With his I-know-what-you-look-like-naked green eyes, sexy brogue, and cocky grin, Duncan is the type of wolf Ryanne wouldn't normally waste her time with for more than a night. But underneath the playful exterior, she senses a haunting sadness, one that calls to her own dark soul and distracts her from her purpose. The murder will just have to wait.
There's a fine line between who you love and what you hate. For Lucian Kincaid, that line may as well be a wall. As far as this Scottish shifter is concerned, the only good faerie is a dead faerie. Until a chance encounter captures the interest of the predator inside of him. His need to be near her is unexpected. His hunger for her insatiable. Being chased down by creatures determined to suck out her soul is not the way Keelin Doran pictured her evening walk. Lucky for her, she's rescued by something far scarier-a wolf with a thirst for blood who shifts into a man beautiful in his savagery. But her heart is not prepared for the man beneath the fur, or the revelation his presence in her life reveals. Keelin is The Key.
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