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There, she meets Caleb Scott, the enigmatic owner of the house. Passionate and desirable, he is like a magnet, drawing her in until she can’t deny her attraction. However, Caleb harbors a dark secret, one she may never forgive.
Living a life shrouded in darkness, Hunter enters a world where curses are real, and fear runs deep. Will her love for Caleb save them both from his inner demon, or will her father’s killer remain out of reach forever?
Still half asleep, Hunter stumbled through her small apartment to the calendar on the kitchen wall. With a red permanent marker, she drew a cross through the date. Five red marks.
Five days since she’d last seen Caleb.
Hunter had checked her message bank every day, every hour on the hour, to hear his velvet-edged voice. David had left her twelve messages—the last one a little manic—the editor of Cock and Bull Magazine asked her to complete her father’s last assignment. But no messages from Caleb.
Maybe she’d take her camera down to the lake, take some shots of the baby swans. After, she might visit the café on the 23rd floor for a latte and jaffa cake. Caleb might be there…
Dressing quickly, Hunter packed her bag and grabbed her camera, her mind on the tasks she hoped to achieve. She picked up her keys and opened the front door. A surprised shriek escaped when Caleb stood in the doorway. Intense crystal eyes never left her face.
“Hello Hunter.” He stepped across the threshold and flicked the door closed.
Hunter retreated until the small coffee table stood between her and the magnificent man. Why couldn’t she think of something witty and a little hurtful to say about their last encounter? “Why are you here?” She rolled her eyes, annoyed at the excited tinge to her voice.
Caleb’s smile turned intimate as he stepped around the table. “Tonight is the new moon.”
“A new moon? Not a full moon or a blue moon?”
Hunter jumped when he lifted her camera from her shoulder and carefully tossed it onto the sofa. Her pack slid from her other shoulder to land on the carpet with a thud and she couldn’t do a damned thing. Her muscles refused to work.
Caleb’s hands slipped up her arms. “The new moon, Hunter,” he whispered against her sensitive earlobe, “means there is no moon. I am in total control for the next twelve hours, and I plan to show you exactly what it means to be loved by me.”
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As far as men go, Israel Alexander is one fine specimen. With rugged features, sparkling eyes, and a smile that can light a small city, his appeal is hard to resist. So, why does Calypso James have murder on her mind every time she looks at him.
In a cat and mouse game through time, Calypso and Israel find they share more than deadly intentions. Is love enough to break a curse built from the foundations of mythology? Or will someone make the ultimate sacrifice?
“What do you want?” she finally demanded.
“I can’t help you.”
“I think you can,” Israel replied assuredly.
She turned to the ocean to escape the probe of his eyes. When she glanced at him, he raised a questioning brow. He still sported honey colored whiskers, although a little thicker than when she last saw him.
“I’ve brought you here to end my immortality.” Israel handsome face came alive with a smile that melted her anxiety a little. “Because of you, I will finally know what it means to die.”
He ducked under the safety rail of the lookout to stand on the uneven rocks at the very edge of the cliff. His fine, blond hair lifted in the breeze and he lifted his arms to allow the clean ocean air to flow around him.
“I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as the ocean.”
I could push him. Calypso’s eyes widened at the drunken thought. No one would see me. Her tongue shot out to dampen her lips. He wanted to know how it felt to die. She scanned the open viewing deck and the thick bush land beyond.
Israel extended his hand and beckoned her to join him on the other side of the safety rail. Calypso declined the dangerous offer with a vehement shake of her head.
The wind increased in strength and tossed Israel’s hair around his perfect features. She became conscious of her own wayward curls. Gathering her hair, she tucked it down the back of her coat. Israel beckoned again. His mischievous grin made her heart thump a little harder. Slowly, carefully, she edged under the safety rail.
Push him. Calypso licked her numb lips. She glanced around to make doubly sure no one watched and stepped closer to Israel. He now faced the ocean and his wide back presented the perfect pushing platform.
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When Ella Jeffries receives a mysterious book, she is drawn into its pages and transported back in time. The year is 1709, and the place is the hauntingly beautiful Aingealag Estate tucked away on the shores of Loch Moibeal in the Scottish Highlands. She rescues Lucius “Luke” Benedict, the gorgeous Laird of Aingealag, from an unjust beheading for the alleged murder of his wife.
Luke’s burning dark gaze and sensual aura draw Ella into his tragic life, and the safety of his strong arms. However, the closer she comes to Luke, the more baffling the mystery becomes. With the help of Luke’s beloved horse, Jury, a ghost cat named Shamus, and Moibeal the Loch Monster, she inches closer to clearing Luke’s name.
Can Ella save the Benedict family, or will Aingealag’s shadows swallow them all whole?
Pulling on his coat, Luke hurried through the castle, the unbearable iciness prickling his skin. However, the frosty night hadn’t drilled him from his slumber. Someone had screamed, a shrill, terrified sound that shattered his serenity.
He approached the corridor intersection. Soft muttering came from the dimness ahead. Moving closer to the corner, he peered into shadows further up the hallway, uneasy. This hallway led to Roslyn’s room. Had his wife returned from the dead to wreak revenge on her loveless husband?
Someone, or something, shuffled towards him. Luke rubbed his bristled chin refusing to allow fear to control him. Everything could be explained rationally, even the stumbling, whimpering thing sliding along the wall. Stepping forward, his eyebrows shot up when he recognized Ella’s slight form. She stared behind her as though some night creature hunted her down.
“What are you doing here?” Luke regretted his rough tone when Ella stiffened with fright and turned to him, her sapphire eyes wide as carriage wheels. Her pretty heart-shaped face paled.
Luke lunged for her when she stumbled—or swooned—he wasn’t quite sure what happened. In less than a heartbeat, he cradled her in his arms and she gazed up at him as though he’d saved her from a fate worse than death. Ella’s hand rested lightly on his chest, her simple touch rippling through the hard, masculine shell he’d spent years building.
“Damn,” he muttered and dumped her on her feet before he succumbed to her sweet seduction.