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207 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 25, 2012







‘I felt like I’d been whisked out of 1799 and dropped into some medieval peasant’s nightmare.
‘A moment of grim clarity hit me: I was bound hand and foot, being taken out of the city against my will by one vampire to be delivered to another, and I was trying to look for a bright side that involved Merrick opening his arms to me.
Christ, I was pathetic.’
'Something about the trace of his touch reminded me of a particularly scintillating morning with Miss Molly Wrigs a couple weeks before - and Lord, that was all shades of wrong! That wasn't the sort of memory that was meant to be associated with an old man's hands.'His inner turmoil and confusion is enough to feel sorry for the poor guy (and at the same time to laugh), especially when his unexpected feelings didn't just go away. The bathing scenes were particularly hot.

“I thought my love was a comfort to you, sir,” I whispered, forgetting not to call him that. Slowly, I reached into the coffin and brushed a shining lock of hair from his smooth brow.
When he did not respond, I dropped my head with a sigh. My hand stayed at his neck, toying with a tendril of his hair. And then, impulsively, I climbed into the coffin and lay on top of him.
He shifted, startled, and put his hands to my waist.
“William.”
In a true act of boldness, I pulled the lid shut.
Then, catching his chin with my hand, I pressed my lips to his.
He softened beneath me for a moment, even moving his lips against mine, before he put his hands on my cheeks and pulled me back. “What are you doing?” he whispered.
I blinked in the perfect darkness. “Suppose I might need a quiet place to think, myself, sir.” I caught myself again. “Merrick.” I licked my lips, searching for his taste, and felt his cool breath upon them.
His hands moved down to my hips, squeezing gently. “It isn’t over, William.”
“What do you mean by that?” I shifted for a more comfortable position. There was enough room for me to settle my knees on either side of his legs.
One of his hands moved up beneath my shirt to stroke my spine. The other moved further around my hip and took a slow squeeze. “I will not turn you as easily as that. I will savor every moment of your mortal life. I will not rush to turn you just because of this ridiculous scheme.”
“If you say so,” I whispered, and felt my lips graze his. In the dark, it was hard to tell how close our faces were…but it was impossible to ignore how tightly our bodies fit together at the hip. My cheeks grew warm.
He kissed me again, softly, and then brushed his lips over my cheek. “Are you blushing?”
“Might be, sir.” Sir, again! That would be a hard habit to break, it seemed. And it wasn’t the only one. It seemed my body knew only one way to react when it met with his. In this position, there was no hiding it.
Nor was there reason to, it seemed. Merrick groaned softly beneath his breath and caught my lips for another kiss, and this time his mouth was insistent.
I melted against him as his hands roamed my body, squeezing and grasping. They worked themselves under my breeches and grabbed my buttocks, squeezing and kneading and grinding me against him as he rocked beneath me. I gasped against his mouth, and moaned when he plunged his tongue into mine and gave another slow, torturous roll of his hips that sent a shudder of need through my entire body.