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Shadowheart-Slayer
She knew he was going to kiss her …
He was tall, and his black hair fell in layered waves around
a ruggedly good-looking face. His shadow beard added
mystery to his chiseled features. His clothes were expensive
and jet-black. Black leather jacket, black tee beneath it, and
black jeans and silver-tipped black boots. Whoa—just who
was this?
Vampire—that’s who! All at once Nikki’s slayer sense
kicked in and told her, Stupid … he’s a vampire.
He was not like any vamps she had ever encountered … She
eyed him speculatively, but before she could retort he had her
shoulders and brought her in close. A sizzling, spidery electricity
tickled the air between them … He bent to her face and whispered
something that made her toes curl, not because she heard the
words but because his low, husky, and sensuous voice rocked
her hormones into place and made her body tingle.
She knew all at once that he was going to kiss her. He was
actually going to kiss her, and she couldn’t stop herself from
wanting that kiss. What the hell was wrong with her?
She should stomp on his foot—kick him in the groan,
wallop him one across the face, and break the mood. She had
the strength, the skill … and absolutely no inclination to do
so.
His mouth was on hers, at first gently and deliciously. She
had no will of her own as her lips betrayed her good sense and
parted to invite his tongue to stay awhile. And that was
exactly what she got—a kiss that drowned her in passion and
filled her head with exploding rockets. She couldn’t think, she
couldn’t pull away, and she didn’t want to.
Gone! Zap—he was gone faster than any vampire she had
ever witnessed on the move.
Slayers couldn’t be mesmerized by vamps—slayers were
immune to most vampire magic. The next question sent the
blood to her cheeks. You wanted the vampire Damon
Drummond to kiss you—didn’t you, Nikki Walker?Shadowheart-Slayer
He was tall, and his black hair fell in layered waves around
a ruggedly good-looking face. His shadow beard added
mystery to his chiseled features. His clothes were expensive
and jet-black. Black leather jacket, black tee beneath it, and
black jeans and silver-tipped black boots. Whoa—just who
was this?
Vampire—that’s who! All at once Nikki’s slayer sense
kicked in and told her, Stupid … he’s a vampire.
He was not like any vamps she had ever encountered … She
eyed him speculatively, but before she could retort he had her
shoulders and brought her in close. A sizzling, spidery electricity
tickled the air between them … He bent to her face and whispered
something that made her toes curl, not because she heard the
words but because his low, husky, and sensuous voice rocked
her hormones into place and made her body tingle.
She knew all at once that he was going to kiss her. He was
actually going to kiss her, and she couldn’t stop herself from
wanting that kiss. What the hell was wrong with her?
She should stomp on his foot—kick him in the groan,
wallop him one across the face, and break the mood. She had
the strength, the skill … and absolutely no inclination to do
so.
His mouth was on hers, at first gently and deliciously. She
had no will of her own as her lips betrayed her good sense and
parted to invite his tongue to stay awhile. And that was
exactly what she got—a kiss that drowned her in passion and
filled her head with exploding rockets. She couldn’t think, she
couldn’t pull away, and she didn’t want to.
Gone! Zap—he was gone faster than any vampire she had
ever witnessed on the move.
Slayers couldn’t be mesmerized by vamps—slayers were
immune to most vampire magic. The next question sent the
blood to her cheeks. You wanted the vampire Damon
Drummond to kiss you—didn’t you, Nikki Walker?Shadowheart-Slayer
