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316 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 27, 2012
Description of Andreas told from the 3rd person:
He wasn’t quite sure what the best outfit was to wear, but as they were going out after “dinner”, he chose a beautiful silver-gray Dolce and Gabbana suit which fit him like a glove.
Not only was he a good looking man, he dripped sex appeal with his ash blond hair, blue-gray eyes, perfect features and fairer than fair skin.
Thanks to his Sidhe heritage, he didn’t possess that white vampire pallor; instead his skin was a pale ivory but still appeared warm and ethereal. There were definite advantages to being only half-vampire, though both his parents possessed pure Sidhe heritage.
Though his mother had decided to mimic Scandinavians—as had the rest of her family, he came from a Danish background and knew the customs and various forms the language fluently.
His father, on the other hand, had chosen to mimic the ancient Teutons, and therefore his body was lithe yet cut with solid muscle, and he was tall, just shy of 6’5”. On many males, this height would have seemed quite awkward but he carried himself with such power and stature, any shorter height would have seemed grossly inappropriate for him.
Sebastiaan de Vries stood and walked toward me as if I needed to get a better look at all of his smoldering hotness. He was sexuality personified at well over six feet and a little over two hundred pounds. His body was pure lean muscle mass and his face was that of a kind I recognized because it was my own.
I could smell the Sidhe coming out of his pores and his face spoke of his Faerie lineage with its perfect bone structure, sculpted cheek bones, perfectly aquiline nose and luscious pink lips. His eyes, a glorious cerulean blue with that silver tint which marked one as a Faerie with the gift of controlling the weather, were enough for me to get lost in forever.
If I happened to be that kind of woman.
I’m assuming men looked at me and saw a rather pretty woman with skin the color of honey, amber-brown eyes which could grow lighter or darker depending upon my moods, with a slight frame at barely 5’3” and one hundred pounds. I had no wish to be this thin but with an overactive metabolism, it promised me a lifetime of slim thighs, a tight ass, a hand-span waist and barely B-cup boobs.
I wore my usual staple which was a pair of designer form-fitting jeans and a short-sleeved lilac baby doll top which emphasized the breasts I did have paired with killer Christian Louboutin jean-pattern wedge-heels that raised my natural height by four inches.