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448 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2011
He gave her what no one else had ever been able to give.
A past to cherish.
A present to enjoy.
A future to anticipate.

He knew his friends considered him calm, without a temper. Normally he was. But when he looked at this woman, this supposed enemy, this unexpected savior, something hard and primal seethed inside him, knocking at the door of his restraint. He felt like a godsdamn caveman, wanting to carry off his woman and hide her from the rest of the world. Wanting to put his body between hers and anyone who dared threaten her. Wanting to tie her to his bed, keep her there forever, keep her ready for him. Wanting to soothe her even as he ravaged her. The desires were dark and sultry, insidious as they snuck past his defenses and wrapped around his every cell, changing the very fabric of his being.
He was Amun no longer, but Haidee's man.

“… she was killed again and again and again, and even though every good and decent memory she had was always wiped from her, even though she knew only sadness and pain, she found a way to love me, to save me…to die for me.”
William jerked a thumb toward the backseat. “What about sleeping beauty?”
“He's not gonna kill himself while we're gone.”
“Do you have any self-preservation instincts?” Ice-blue eyes glittered with sardonic humor. “I meant, what if he wakes up, steals our car and abandons us?”
“Easy. We steal a truck and play chase. I've always wanted to drive a big rig.”
“I like where your head's at, Stridey-Man. Maybe we'll do that anyway.”
"I cannot kill him," Kaia muttered to herself. "I cannot kill him. I promised Bianka I'd stop at ten bodies a day, and I've already surpassed my quota for the fifth day in a row. I cannot kill him."
“Only when I’m with you do those things become manageable.”
Wariness fell over her lovely features like a curtain, but she didn’t attack. “Why me?”
“I have no idea.”
Amun hadn’t had a lover in a very long time, but he hadn’t forgotten the basics, and he’d never been so driven by instinct. Touch, taste, possess, own.
He gave her what no one else had ever been able to give. A past to cherish. A present to enjoy. A future to anticipate. And he wanted her, too. She knew he did.

Hate. Huh. He'd never hated himself. If anything, he'd always liked himself a little too much. Once, a human female had even accused him of picturing his own face while he climaxed. He hadn't denied it, either, and the next time he'd slept with her, he'd made sure to scream, "Strider" at the pivotal moment.