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Read an  blurb and excerpt of FALLON'S REVENGE:

BLURB:

Vengeance is what she sought…eternal love is what she found.

Young and inexperienced, Fallon McGregor is an immortal with one thing on her mind. Revenge. She'll do anything to destroy the demon that killed her daughter and made Fallon his flesh and blood slave. One step ahead of her tormentor, she knows her luck is running out. She needs to discover the mysteries of the dark—and fast. When she meets Adrian Trask she gets more than she bargains for in tight jeans and a Stetson.

Adrian will share his ancient blood and knowledge with Fallon, but he wants something in return...her heart and her promise to stay with him forever.

But Fallon doesn’t have forever. Once her nemesis is destroyed she will seek her own death. Tormented, she must choose between a promise made and the love of one man.

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EXCERPT:

For several heartbeats, Adrian watched the sway of her small hips and wondered what they would feel like beneath him as he parted her shapely legs and drove between them. He had no doubt she would be tight, slipping over him like an exquisite glove to hold him in her cradle. As her leather-clad ass moved back and forth, the ache between his thighs grew firmer. His lust became a flame of desire that raced uncontrollably through him.

And damn! She could dance.

Every step executed to perfection and used to show off her talent. Graceful, light and agile, she moved quickly and easily in and out of the cowboy’s arms as they two-stepped across the dance floor. She made the man in her arms look good. The pride on his face said it all. He was the envy of every man, and he knew it.

Adrian’s balls drew tight against the base of his cock. He let the pain wash over him, through him. Just the thought of thrusting in and out of her warm, wet body woke the beast within him. His mouth watered. His canines ached to sink into her slender neck to mark her and make her his.

Hell. He didn’t just want her—his body demanded her.

She stole every opportunity to press her exquisite body against the cowboy. As her dark, thick eyelashes swept across her high cheekbones, an expression of pure sensuality greeted the man in her arms each time their eyes met. The woman oozed unadulterated sex appeal. It thickened the air and called to every man in sight, including Adrian.

Fuck. This was killing him.

He pulled his hat from his head, and ran his fingers through his golden hair before settling his Stetson back into place. Perspiration beaded his forehead. His pulse raced. His damn heart thumped against his breastbone like a warring drum. For a moment he thought he heard a disgruntled comment from Lori. But he was too mesmerized by the scene on the dance floor to pay any attention to the two women beside him.

This wasn’t like him. He acted like a youth in short pants, not the Master vampire that he was. What happened to his control?

With a twist, she spun away from the cowboy, her body dissolving into the music as her eyes closed. Her booted feet and hips moved to the beat. Her shoulders undulated causing her breasts to press against the leather halter-top. Another movement caused the material to gap and exposed the slightest hint of her rosy areola.

Adrian’s mouth salivated. His palms itched to cup her fullness. With just a thought he could vanish her clothing. Another thought and he could have her in his bed. He felt weak kneed as a shiver slid across his skin.

God. He wanted—no—needed to taste her.

When her arms rose above her head, her knees bending taking her down in a wave and then up again her eyelids slipped opened.

Eyes the color of violets met Adrian’s sending his mind into a tailspin. The growl that crawled up his throat made her freeze in place, her movements dying along with the music.

His self-control went up in flames as he moved toward her. The beast roared inside him as his fangs burst into his mouth. Determination was in his step as his boots clicked against the wooden floor.

“Holy shit!” Adrian thought she choked just before he took her into his arms. For a moment, he simply drank in her beauty. Her mesmerizing eyes were wide with wonder—or perhaps fear. He didn’t know—didn’t care. All he knew was it felt right to hold her, to have her body pressed against his.