Vampire Gray Devereaux senses Madison long before he sees her and his body responds to her instantly in erotic ways. Instincts tell him to send her away, that helping her could be dangerous, but the second she glides into his apartment, he knows he'll do whatever it takes to save her life. Then she drops the bomb. She's been poisoned and needs him to save her so she can eliminate the men who killed her father. Gray has only has one option. Take her blood and with it, the poison.
As their passion grows, she may take his heart.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Sin's Touch by Rachel Carrington
Gray woke from a deep sleep and wondered what in the hell he was doing awake in the middle of the afternoon. He rubbed the drowsiness from his eyes and swung his feet over the side of the bed.
Sunlight still glowed in through the windows and he was careful to keep away from the burning rays.
"Gray." The sultry sound beckoned him, much like a cry on the wind.
He heard his name as clearly as if he'd spoken it himself. He froze, one hand on the doorknob to his bedroom. "Who's there?"
No one responded, but he didn't dismiss what he'd heard. He would swear he'd recognized the voice, but that was impossible. When the vision had come to him twenty years ago, an image of a woman with shapely hips and strong, smooth thighs, he'd allowed himself the luxury of believing she might be looking for him, waiting for him. But twenty years was a long time to believe in something.
He yanked open the bedroom door just as the voice called to him again. "Dammit!" He smacked the wall just outside room and the paneling shuddered. "Whoever you are, I'm not interested in hearing from you." The lie mocked him.
He strode down the hallway, determination in every step. With the sound of his name, all exhaustion had disappeared, giving way to the rise of feelings. He refused to acknowledge those feelings. He wasn't an ordinary, average Joe looking for a date. He was a vampire, for Christ's sake and vampires didn't live happily ever after. The past few centuries had taught him that.
A scent wafted past his nose and his blood heated. What the hell...?
He spun around, fists clenched. How many days, nights, years, had he dreamed the vision would come to him and wake him from his misery? Long, punishing nights of endless hours prowling the streets of his city, looking for his own type of salvation, but Gray had long ago resigned himself to being alone.
All vampires existed alone. . . at least the ones he knew.
Cursing again, he walked to the window in the living room and yanked off the black tar paper, exposing his bare chest to the sunlight. The rays scorched his skin and he gave a howl of fury and fettered passion before dropping the curtain.
"Well, if you're coming, then where in the hell are you?" He roared into space. "Get your ass here!"
He stormed from room to room, raging and ranting like a madman. In a lot of ways, that was an accurate description.
"Gray." The whisper came again and Gray felt the first surge of hope.
She really was on her way.