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Evil lurks in the darkest of shadows, but a band of warriors stands ready to defend humanity against hell’s own monsters—Immortal men hand-picked by destiny and taken out of time hold the fate of the world in their hands.
It has been two years since Baron’s initiation into the world of the Immortals, and during those two years that he’s been training with them, setting aside his past to embrace the challenges of his new future…a future without Maxine Deveraux.
Maxine is strong, determined, and loyal to a fault. The last person she wants to have to face is Baron Silver, the man who broke her heart, leaving her without an explanation or even a goodbye. But Maxine gave her word to Baron’s brother Jackson that she’d track him down and bring him home…and Max always keeps her promises.
When Baron encounters a vicious vampire who vows to destroy everything he loves, it doesn’t faze him in the least. He gave up everything he loved along with his humanity. But then the demon attacks Maxine leaving her broken and battered on Barron’s doorstep and he realizes there are still things he can lose…and they are things he can’t live without.
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Who was this man who held her in his arms and calmly offered to feed her with his own blood to quench her hunger? Why hadn’t he run from her in terror, or showed any surprise at her crazed, incoherent claims?
And just what exactly had he been doing with his life since he’d been gone from hers, that none of this seemed to faze him?
Baron leaned in close and brushed his lips against her mouth. Not even a real kiss; it was light and sweet, so completely not what she would have expected from him. Actually, she hadn’t thought to feel his mouth on hers ever again, and if asked, Max would have said that she didn’t want it.
“Do it, Max,” he urged. Turning his face to the side, he bared his neck to her in blatant invitation.
How could she do this?
How could she not?
She didn’t have the strength to withstand the insistent demand of the hunger. The cravings were impossible to resist any longer.
With a low moan her mouth descended to his neck.
Still trying to fight the hunger, to delay what seemed to be the inevitable, at first she simply ran her tongue over his skin. She savored the salty male taste of him, felt the steady pounding of his pulse under her mouth. But then he groaned and tightened his arms around her, forcing a more intimate embrace, forcing Max to recognize just how much the old Baron had really changed.
His body was rock solid against hers, from the awesomely defined biceps twitching under her fingertips, the muscled thighs that acted not so much as a cushion for her thighs, but a concrete slab, to the hard length that stretched his loose-fitting workout pants and pressed into her belly.
She moved closer, pressing her aching breasts against the hard wall of his chest. Her nipples tightened and a little shock of pleasure shot through her to the wet core between her thighs.
Oh.
Oh, no.
She couldn’t want that, not with him. It was too embarrassing. But her traitorous body didn’t seem to care. It wanted. It desired. It hungered.
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