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464 pages, Klappenbroschur
First published October 1, 2011



She said, “Kneel.”
She felt his surprise as her command jolted through him.
But then he did a thing that surprised her in return. He raised his eyebrows, gave her that easygoing insouciant grin of his and said, “Okey-dokey.”
With a flourish he went gracefully down on one knee in front of her.
What was this? He was down on the floor, his powerful broad shoulders dipped in subjugation. He even bowed his head. He gave every appearance of submission, and performed flawlessly to the letter of her order, but . . .
Deep in the axis of that fierce remarkable soul, the alpha male still reigned. She circled behind him and stepped close to his broad shoulders to put her lips near his ear. She whispered, “You’re not really kneeling inside.”
He cocked his head to look at her over one shoulder. His reckless gaze laughed at her. He whispered back, “You didn’t order me to do that. It would require an entirely different bargain for me to really kneel to you.”
Caught in the unknown riddle, she asked, “What bargain would that require?”
He gave her a slow smile. “You must give me a kiss.”
The sleek arch of her eyebrows lifted. “Just a kiss?”
“Just that.”
“The bargain is struck,” she said.
“And answered,” he growled.
Carling put a hand onto his shoulder as she prowled to stand in front of him. Then she slid her hands along the warm sun-bronzed skin of his jaw. She tilted his handsome wild face up to hers and he let her. Then she bent to place her cool lips on his hot carved lips.
Her body moved in the impulse to breathe again, and she allowed it. His masculine Power enveloped her, and it was spiced with sensuality and warmth as it caressed her like a sun-filled breeze.
She lifted her head and stared down at him. She narrowed her eyes.
She said, “You’re still not really kneeling inside.”
Tap, tap, went her bare foot.
He cocked an eyebrow.
“What else did you expect, Carling?” he replied. “That wasn’t a real kiss.”
Carling stared. Rune was down on his knee again where she had ordered him, but this time she could sense from his emotions that he meant it. He gave full sincere, gracious homage to her. She could see it clear all the way through him, only instead of humbling that insouciant alpha male, somehow it ennobled him with the courtly aspect of a medieval knight.
In the last book, Storm's Heart, Carling saved Tiago's life at Rune request with the understanding that he would owe her a favor in the future. And the time has now come. Carling's power is slowly fading and the signs are that she is dying. Rune agrees to help her find a cure for the serpent's kiss, the disease that is killing her.![]()
But we get to see the real Carling here, not the face she shows the world. I liked finding out a bit about her past and how she became a vampire.![]()
ass but with a tender side to him. His love for Carling was unwavering and he's not prepared to let her die....![]()
One of the things I liked in this story is how much time the two spend together, getting to know each other......![]()
The interaction, the sexual chemistry and banter between them is fabulous....![]()
“’Don’t worry, darling Carling,’ he said. ‘I won’t let you fall.’
Darling Carling. She found herself grinning. What a truly awful endearment. Only he could pull off something so ridiculous.”
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“’Are you purring at me?’
‘I might be,’ Rune said. His deep voice was rougher, and lazy with intimacy. ‘Unless you’ve done something wrong. Then I’m growling at you again.’”
And I absolutely loved the scenes with Carling and her dog....and her cooking meals for it!!!! Total blast!!!![]()


“I love you. I didn't want to. I fought it. I put up barriers, and they all came crashing down one by one. It wasn't just one thing. It was everything you did, both here in the present and back in the past. It's everything you were, and everything you are. So I just fucking love you, and you are going to have to fucking deal with it. You got that?”
How like a male. Pull out some tools and start banging on something, and they flocked in from miles around. She pushed her hair out of her face with the back of one hand and scowled at him. "I am perfectly capable of breaking it down myself."

She said, “Kneel.”
She felt his surprise as her command jolted through him.
But then he did a thing that surprised her in return. He raised his eyebrows, gave her that easygoing insouciant grin of his and said, “Okey-dokey.”
With a flourish he went gracefully down on one knee in front of her.
What was this? He was down on the floor, his powerful broad shoulders dipped in subjugation. He even bowed his head. He gave every appearance of submission, and performed flawlessly to the letter of her order, but . . .
Deep in the axis of that fierce remarkable soul, the alpha male still reigned. She circled behind him and stepped close to his broad shoulders to put her lips near his ear. She whispered, “You’re not really kneeling inside.”
He cocked his head to look at her over one shoulder. His reckless gaze laughed at her. He whispered back, “You didn’t order me to do that. It would require an entirely different bargain for me to really kneel to you.”
Caught in the unknown riddle, she asked, “What bargain would that require?”
He gave her a slow smile. “You must give me a kiss.”
The sleek arch of her eyebrows lifted. “Just a kiss?”
“Just that.”
“The bargain is struck,” she said.
“And answered,” he growled.
Carling put a hand onto his shoulder as she prowled to stand in front of him. Then she slid her hands along the warm sun-bronzed skin of his jaw. She tilted his handsome wild face up to hers and he let her. Then she bent to place her cool lips on his hot carved lips.
Her body moved in the impulse to breathe again, and she allowed it. His masculine Power enveloped her, and it was spiced with sensuality and warmth as it caressed her like a sun-filled breeze.
She lifted her head and stared down at him. She narrowed her eyes.
She said, “You’re still not really kneeling inside.”
Tap, tap, went her bare foot.
He cocked an eyebrow.
“What else did you expect, Carling?” he replied. “That wasn’t a real kiss.”



