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First published October 25, 2016
Genre: Paranormal & Romantic Suspense
POV: Dual - 3rd person
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“Here’s the deal. I want to live.”
“Good.” His expression smoothed out.
“But I’m not willing to be a mistress.” God, she wanted to live. To see the future. To have children. “I understand we can only have sex with each other, and I do like sex … I’m not a sure thing. Meaning, you have no rights to me.”
He studied her, energy radiating from him and brushing along her flesh. “First of all, no woman is ever a sure thing. Even during my time as a pirate on the high seas, I never forced a woman. Any and every time is your choice, and I would never force you. Ever.”
Her chest settled. “Good. We’re on the same page. And second?”
He leaned in, his nose nearly touching hers. “Second of all, if we mate, I have every right to you. Don’t you forget it.”
Veronica was spirit and defiance, and she brought something out in him that felt energized. Absolute. Primitive.
“You believe in fate?”
He shrugged. “Have to. You’re too perfect, we’re too good together, to just have been a fluke.” He brushed her hair away from her face. “I’ll spend eternity loving you, baby.”
He looked at her like she'd completely gone insane. "Yes. One of us has to worry about you. You're crazy. Nuttier than a fucking fruitcake. You've got bats in the belfry. You're off the wall. Around the bend." He sucked in air. "Or in the vernacular of the day, you're fucking cray cray."
She couldn't think, had a four-hundred-year-old vampire just called her cray cray? "You've lost your mind," she stuttered. "Yes. Yes, I have," he said, his eyes wild. "One week of being mated to you and I've lost any semblance of sanity I ever had. Listen here, woman. I'm wild. I'm the crazy one. You will not turn me into the voice of reason. I won't allow it."
"These feelings. Are they because of the mating?" There had to be a rational explanation.
"No. They're because I've lost my mind and I doubt you ever had yours." He tunneled his hands through her hair and leaned in to kiss her, still gentle but somehow insistent.
"Did you not get shot at last night?" His voice was a low rumble of mangled rebar mingled with shards of glass.
Her lungs seized. Okay. so he was really mad. "I have my gun."
"Your gun." He breathed out, tension pouring off him in waves. "You have your little shooter to handle another hit team with automatic weapons. Well shit, Veronica. I didn't know that."
She grimaced at his furious sarcasm. "You're overreacting."
Wrong thing to say. She knew it the second the last word left her mouth, but it was too late to grab it back."