Take a bite of desire… Althea Yates is a vampire hunter, skilled with the crossbow and the stake. But she knows nothing of a man’s touch—or how to control the unladylike dreams that haunt her sleep. That is when they come, two men of unearthly beauty who ravish her in sweet carnal games, taking ...
Rare Breed Serena Lark's erotic dreams of vampires are so vivid, so intense. . .could she be one? Drake Swift and Lord Sommersby, two daring vampire hunters, might know the truth about her past--and her future. The trio searches the dark streets of London for answers. She cannot say no when Somme...
Venetia stopped, lowered her voice. “I’ve never drawn anything like this. Certainly none with you—”“I know. I know all your pictures.” Marcus stroked her bare shoulders and shivers tumbled down her spine. “You’ve drawn women together. But this scene does remind me of your Reunion of School Chums ...
Matthew felt he should walk away, leave her alone, but this was to be their wedding night. Even if she threw something at him in her anger, he had to face her. He grasped the doorknob, turned it, and began to open the door. Then he heard it. A soft, helpless sob. A bride should not be crying on h...
Anne asked, drawing a small velvet pouch from a pocket in her cloak. Grime coated the windows of the cramped shop, situated on a narrow street off Petticoat Lane—a place where money was handed over for all kinds of goods, whether obtained legally or not. She spilled out two necklaces: a modest on...
In a low voice, he said, “You took Langy flying. And you were with him down at the lake on the night of our engagement party. He sneaked back into the house through his study, but he did so soaking wet and without his coat. Zoe, people are going to start talking.” Sebastian’s green eyes were fill...
Incidents, names, characters, and places are the products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, business establishments, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2013 by Edith E. Bruce All rights reserved. ...
She was certain two men had been following her for the last few days. Had Whitehall sent them to watch her? Or was it possible Greybrooke now suspected her? But how could he—how could he suspect her and make love to her so much? She had taken care to evade them to come here. Now she dragged Will ...
The clop of hooves grew louder, along with the babble of voices. Had people forgotten about her and the man with the pistol? “Most slayers don’t attack innocent maidens.” He lowered her to her feet. “Can you walk?” “Y-yes,” she said shakily. “I saved a child’s life. I brought him back from the de...
Ophelia struggled under the straps that clamped her to the table. She couldn’t break free. She shut her eyes and gritted her teeth as the blade touched her belly. A loud scream filled her ears, and she opened her eyes wide. A dark shadow stood between her and the doctor. B...
Incidents, names, characters, and places are the products of the author's imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, business establishments, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2013 by Edith E. Bruce All rights reserved. No part...
Following her sister toward the west drawing room, Maryanne fiddled with her embroidered shawl. It offered little warmth, but the warm colors—russet and gold and pink—suited her, and she knew her face was starkly pale. “Baby Richard is napping now.” Venetia yawned, and a soft smile played on her ...
She careened into the road—someone shouted. Horses whinnied, and she whirled to see flying hooves and a huge carriage bearing down at her. Crying out, she jumped back, and the carriage passed by her so close, she could feel the suction of the air. Her lungs heaved. She used to be able to outrun a...
The one yer brother looked in afore he vanished.” Heath Winthrope, Earl of Blackmoor, swung off his mount. Ahead Tom, the moorsman who had led him here, pointed down to a tiny pond, encircled by a ring of granite boulders. A full moon hung blue-white and plump in the sky. They stood high on the m...
Fear, she realized, had been a powerful thing. Her greatest fear had been to trust a man. She had been afraid to open her heart again to someone who was willing to hurt her. Sinjin had warned her to fear him. He had all but commanded her to hate him. But she couldn’t. She, who had never wanted to...
Gorse snagged at her skirts. The wild moorland ponies and the sheep had eaten everything else, leaving the prickly shrub to mass along the paths and tracks. Her boots barely protected her ankles as she slid on granite rocks that erupted everywhere, but she managed to stay up with Jack and kept he...
Why did you run out on me before I came back for you? I thought—apparently like a blind fool—you intended to be my wife.” Estelle jerked her gaze from the carriage window, where she had kept it fixed for several hours. The carriage lamps were lit now, so all she could see was a shadowy reflection...
Grace let out a sharp cry as Lord Wesley pointed his pistol at Devlin’s heart. She saw the snout of the weapon sway slightly. Wesley’s words were slurred. He was drunk. Mad with rage. Good heavens, had he followed them from the Isle of Wight? Why? S...