Abby White was seven years old when she killed the monster under her bed. Now she slays creatures spawned by the fertile imaginations of children, and the number of these nightmares are on the rise. Neither she nor her guide - a stuffed hippo named Tawa - know why.
When she rescues Demetrius from an iron prison, he pledges his life to protect hers until he can return the favor. She doesn't want the help. And how can she concentrate on her job when the gorgeous wild fae throws himself in front of her during every fight? No matter how tempting, she can't take the time to lose herself to him.
To save the children and all she loves, Abby must be truly Fearless.
Excerpt:
“I’m not leaving your side again.” His hands tightened on her.
“And we wouldn’t need the car. I can take us north in a matter of minutes
through the Ways. Once you’re healed.” His woodsy scent enticed her, whetting
her appetite for something other than a sandwich.
“We can’t waste any time. Children will die if we don’t do
something about this now.” Her knuckles turned white with her grip on the
butter knife. She twisted her head. Her mouth a butterfly’s breath away from
his and her eyes not meeting his intense gaze. “I can’t let any children die.”
Demetrius pressed his chest to her back. His nose grazed hers
and heat raced through her veins. The throbbing in her ankle was forgotten as a
new ache blossomed between her legs. She needed to keep her mind on what needed
to be done to stop the monsters. She needed to turn her head just a fraction of
an inch more.
“We won’t let any children die. We’ll go, but let me handle
everything. I can carry you.” His fingers stretched over her hips, slipping
under the hem of her shirt to touch bare skin. She sucked in a breath.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Abby snorted, immediately regretting how
unattractive that was. She set down the knife and turned, intending to put a
few inches more between them and tell him to quit treating her as a fragile
doll. His mouth immediately mashed to hers and words were forgotten. His tongue
parted her lips, demanding entrance. She didn’t deny him. A wanton whimper
escaped her, and her heart hammered in her chest.
His hands eased upward, taking her shirt with them. When his
thumbs skimmed the underside of her bra, she managed to find her voice. “We
don’t have time for this. We need to leave as soon as possible.”
“We have time.” Demetrius insisted, kissing down to her neck and
nibbling upon her sensitive flesh. She gripped his biceps and clenched her
thighs.
“We need to go.” Abby’s voice wobbled. She should be pushing him
away. Not just because she had a job to do, but because this could never be
anything other than a fling. She was one of the Fearless. Her duty came first
and it would claim her life sooner than later. He was one of the fae. His world
wasn’t hers. He would leave after his blood debt was paid. And she didn’t do
flings. Already she felt too much for him.
“We have time.” He repeated, arousal making his voice deeper,
more gravelly. His mouth met hers again, and then he paused to smile in that
sexy way of his and said, “We have to wait until the wash is done. Can’t leave
without Tawa.”
No, they couldn’t leave with Tawa. The tension between Abby and
Demetrius was smothering at times, and he was her only gulp of fresh air, but
no matter how much her body cried out for his, she couldn’t do it. A warrior
she might be, but she didn’t know how to defend her heart. He was too easy to
love.
She gasped. He seemed to think it was from his touches and
pressed himself more firmly to her. Abby had thought the L word. No. This
couldn’t happen. Not now. Not ever.
She pushed him away, shaking her head. “No. No, we can’t do
this.”
About the Author:
Christine
Rains is a writer, blogger, and geek mom. When she's not writing or reading,
she's going on adventures with her son or watching cheesy movies on the SyFy
channel. She has four degrees which help nothing with motherhood but make her a
great Jeopardy player. Christine has one novella and sixteen short stories
published with three forthcoming. She's a member of RWA and S.C.I.F.I.
4 comments:
Awesome story... I loved it.
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It is an awesome story!
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