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“Seasoned authors present a tantalizing quartet of supernatural settings and lusty romances . . . Readers will appreciate the rich characterizations and kick-butt action of Duvall's In Still Darkness, as Richart d'Alençon, a 200-year-old Guardian, woos charming Jenna McBride with warmth and passion while keeping his vampire-hunting life secret.”
Four of today's most exciting paranormal authors take readers into the thrilling realm of vampires, immortals, and other supernatural beings with a thirst for illicit desire...
Out Of Control
by Alexandra Ivy
Ph.D student Angela Locke has a crush on her sexy professor, Dr. Nikolo Bartrev. When she learns he's actually a Sentinel with extraordinary powers, she joins forces with him to catch a psychopath. But soon, their hottest pursuit is of each other...
Ties That Bind
by Nina Bangs
Cassie Tyler agrees to sub for her friend at the funeral home where she works. But she gets more than she bargained for when a group of men attack her and a vampire comes to her rescue. . .
In Still Darkness
by Dianne Duvall
Immortal Richart d'Alençon can't forget the woman who rewarded him with a sensuous kiss after he saved her from a trio of vampires. While Richart knows that loving a human can only bring trouble, the taste of forbidden lust is too great to resist. . .
by Hannah Jayne
When vampire fashionista Nina LaShay's design contest rival is found dead, she's the prime suspect. Sexy photographer Pike is number two. He's the kind of man who makes Nina salivate. But will she have to reveal herself to have himand to save them both? Or does Pike have a secret of his own?
She laughed. "Thank you for being such a good sport about it."
"Thank you for letting me cook you dinner." He set his bags down on the counter and started removing the ingredients he'd purchased on the way there. "I should probably warn you that I haven't been on a date in quite a while, so I'm a little rusty."
Her eyebrows flew up as she transferred the cold foods to her refrigerator. "How long has it been?"
"Longer than I care to admit. My job and odd hours tend to make dating difficult."
She nodded. "Being a single mom and working the night shift does, too. I haven't dated in a while either."
"Excellent. Then, if neither of us remembers the rules, we don't have to follow them."
"Sounds good to me." She closed the refrigerator door and leaned her hip against it, crossing her arms just beneath her breasts. "Listen, I'm sort of a get-the-truth-out-there-so-when-it-comes-up-later-it-won't-be-an-issue kind of gal, so there's something I wanted to mention."
This couldn't be good.
She hesitated. "You know I'm older than you, right?"
Richart stared down at her and forced himself not to laugh at the irony. He may be over two hundred years old, but he looked as if he were in his late twenties, thirty at the most. And Jenna was worried that her being thirty-seven would be a problem?
"Honestly, I could not care less how old you are, Jenna," he assured her, all the while calling himself a bastard for not taking the opening she had provided and broaching the topic of who and what he was. She valued truth. If he continued to keep it from her . . .
A hint of insecurity entered her features. "I don't mean to press this, but . . . I dated a guy once—very briefly—who said the same thing until his friends found out and started to razz him about it. I'm thirty-seven. Are you sure that isn't a problem?"
"I don't know why his friends would tease him about dating you unless they were envious. You look like you're in your twenties, Jenna. Not much older than your son, in fact. And, if you looked like you were in your forties, guess what. I would be just as interested."
She smiled and closed the distance between them. "And if I looked like I were in my fifties?"
"I happen to think laugh lines are hot."
She laughed. "Good, because I have a feeling you're going to give me a few."
"I should hope so," he said, telling himself not to think about the fact that he would still look and feel as he did now when she was in her sixties, seventies, and eighties and all of the problems that would generate.
You're getting ahead of yourself, old man. This is your first damned date. Not your engagement party.
"You don't mind that I'm older than you. You don't mind that I'm a single mom, putting a son through college." She shook her head and smiled up at him, expression soft. "You're a rare breed, Richart d'Alen—on."
She didn't know the half of it.
Unable to resist, he dipped his head and touched his lips to hers in a gentle caress.
Her breath caught.
Both their hearts began to beat faster.
Resting a hand on her waist, Richart tilted his head and explored those smooth pink lips that had drawn his gaze so often, then drew back before his emotions could take over and make his eyes begin to glow.
"Wow," Jenna breathed, staring up at him.
"I am so smitten with you," he admitted softly.
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