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Dianne Duvall's Immortal Guardians protect humanity from unspeakable horrors--but their hearts are as fragile as any mortal's. . .
For centuries, Lisette d'Alençon has been a warrior against the dark. She fights alongside her brothers and comrades. But when the dreams start coming, she can't bear to confess them to the Immortal Guardians' command. Dreams of a dark-haired man with soft eyes and brutal wounds, a man her heart aches for--and a man she knows has been declared a traitor.
Zach is an exile, a loner. He won't defend himself against false accusations or grovel to those who should have faith in him. But he'll damn sure defend the woman who kept him sane against a plague of super-vamps that seems to have appeared from nowhere. The Guardians will blame him, and that will make Lisette suspect, too. With life, death and eternity on the line, who can they really trust?
14 pages, Audible Audio
First published September 2, 2014




“Why would you risk everything to be with me?”
… “I haven’t felt like this in a very long time … haven’t been this drawn to a man since I was mortal. Perhaps not even then … I can’t just give that up without seeing where it can lead me. It’s too rare. Too precious.”
“You mean this wasn’t a butt call?”
“Do you have something against shirts?” His eyes dropped to Zach’s bare chest.
“I like the buttons.” He slipped the first through its corresponding buttonhole, parted the material, then moved on to the next. “I like the slow reveal.”
“For a moment I just felt this peculiar… I don’t know... non-murderous connection to you or something.” “It’s called kinship, asshole.”
“I would’ve thought that, after waiting thousands of years, it would take longer.” “What would?” “Falling in love.” He brushed a tender kiss across her lips. “Surrendering my heart.” ~ Lisette & Zach
Loosening his hold, Marcus sank to his knees in front of Ami, buried his face in her chest, and wept.
He was one of the most powerful beings on the planet, and yet he seemed heartbreakingly ignorant of his own worth.


"What's wrong?" [Lisette] asked, embarrassed by how breathless she sounded.
"You didn't hit me."
She stared up at him. "I'm sorry, what?"
"You didn't hit me," [Zach] said, and actually sounded angry. ~9%





His [Ethan'] face fell. "Ah, hell. You mean this wasn't a butt call?"
"Booty call, Ethan. I believe the term is booty call. Honestly, I'm a hundred and thirty years older then you and from France. How can I be more familiar with American slang than you are? You were born here." ~ 11%

