Imani had booted him out of her dream, the abruptness of which jolted him out of a deep sleep. She didn’t like sex? She could have fooled him. Her response to his touch had been explosive, their chemistry every bit as incendiary as he’d known it would be. Yet, he didn’t doubt her declaration. Her aversion to sex had to be strong in order for her to have kicked him out of her dream. Wooing Imani and making her his mate had just become more difficult. Wasn’t it enough that she was human and he was a warlock? He’d known from the moment he met her that she would be his. One look into her copper eyes had told him all he needed to know. That instant of recognizing a soul mate was hard to describe and impossible to ignore. She drew him. Over a year ago he’d visited Montesano as part of research for a book. He’d wandered into the library simply because he liked any place where he could be surrounded by books. Stephanie, the head librarian, had gushed over meeting a published author.
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