eBook Price: $ 7.95 Genre: Dark Fantasy Sub Genre: Vampire Plus-Novel of 104538 words Heat rating: 3
Edited by Becky Stephens Cover Artwork by Dawné Dominique
About the book: BH keeps running hot and cold...and Camellia just keeps running.
In Atlanta, Camellia is back in the assassin business with BH. Tension hangs heavy between them, but it will not get in the way of the job or plotting revenge on the Lombardis.
When arena scout, Omora calls in BHs first debt, BH chooses Camellia as his second. Camellia believes the fight is a ploy for Omora to reveal her identity and location. If so, vampires nationwide would know as well.
The day after Christmas, Camellia learns that someone nasty has already figured it out.
Quotes:
One cup of Camilla extract. “It fits his fighting style perfectly.” “Then, I’ll either shake your hand and let bygones be bygones or I’ll try to kill you.” Excerpt: “Yes,” BH said with a hard edge to his voice, pulling me close to him. “Tell me. Why shouldn’t I fight? Why shouldn’t I risk it all—death and capture by enemies? You’ll be fine. You’ll still have Leslie.”
“Because I hurt when you’re gone,” I shouted into his face. “Deep down in my stomach. It hurts when you’re not around, and if you were taken away from where I am, or worse, if you died, it would be too much. I can’t take more loss.” I wanted to rub my stomach or wipe my brow but he held my hands in his. I looked away, but then I looked back at him as my anger at being tossed aside filled me. My eyes narrowed. “It hurts to be left behind like an unwanted, unappreciated thing, like I am no better than a pair of socks you once wore that someone else might find useful. I don’t want you to feel that way about me. I don’t want to be something you could leave behind, even if you wanted to. I want you to feel just as bad as I do when I’m not with you.”
“That’s what I needed to hear,” he said. He stared at my mouth as if he intended to kiss me.
I moved close and kissed him on the cheek. I heard him draw in a breath of surprise. Because of the bond, I felt his hunger—hunger for physical affection, appreciation, understanding, and caring. He yearned for all the things he said made a person weak. Until that moment when my lips brushed his cheek, I didn’t realize just how powerful the bond had become.