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My tease is taken from my new release SOLD. Atlan and Evie are at loggerheads, you could say...
Her words trailed off when he grasped her hand and sucked that index finger—seemingly determined to poke a hole in his chest—into his mouth and bit down. The sweet essence of her blood filled his mouth, and all the fight went out of the woman in his arms.
“You’re not playing fair. I can’t think when you do that.”
Atlan let go of her hand and kissed the full lips curved up in a half smile. The desperate way she immediately kissed him back, while she molded every one of her soft curves against him, meant he took the kiss much deeper than he intended to. By the time he broke away, Evie was breathing heavily, and he was so damn hard it hurt. Right now wasn’t about sex, however. He wasn’t at all sure he’d have the strength to let her go if he lost himself in the delights of her body again, and despite her murmured protests, her attempts to unzip his fly and to press closer still, Atlan put distance between them.
His curt address finally seemed to get through to her, because Evie blinked and pulled away. The tremble to her bottom lip made him feel like a complete ass, as she wrapped her arms around herself and stepped away from him.
“So you don’t want me. You just want to paint me?” Her voice held a wealth of unshed tears, and Atlan sighed.
“Of course, I want you. I’ll always want you. You’re my sweet angel, and the thought of sending you back out there into that world, to the likes of that shit brain Brian, fucking kills me, but you’re human and fragile, and you don’t need to be tied to a creature like me.”
Evie sniffed, bit her lip, and took another step away, and another until the wall stopped her. Each step was like a blow to his soul, as she distanced herself from him.
“Don’t mention him. He was a mistake I’m not likely to repeat. You were a fucking mistake. I should never have signed up to those bloody games.” Her voice broke, and she held her hand up to keep him away when he stepped forward to offer what little comfort he could give her.
“I’ll kill that fucker for hurting you.”
Evie gasped and shook her head.
“You’ll do no such thing. Besides, his sort is not worth it. You are not worth it.”
Atlan reared back at that statement, one he would have believed had it not been for the tears in her eyes and the waves of misery radiating toward him right now.
“Do you know why you’re not worth it?”
“I have a pretty good idea, but do enlighten me.”
At his tight reply, Evie bit back a sob.
“Because you’re a fucking coward, that’s why. I get you were hurt. I get you don’t trust easily, but we have something here. I know we do. I know you feel it, too. You never have a woman stay over. Agnes told me. She told me what that means. She told me of her hopes for you, and like a fool I allowed myself to believe. You wouldn’t do all this if you didn’t have some sort of feelings for me, and then you tell me all of this—you make me care, and then you simply want to push me aside. Paint me as some sick form of memento, and make me forget I ever met you? You don’t get to do that, do you hear me? I get a choice in this. It’s my choice and I don’t want this, any of this.”
Evie stopped talking, turned her back on him, and started to cry.
Big heaving sobs which tore at his soul, but also renewed his resolve. He would never forget his precious little angel, but she had a bright future ahead of her, without him.
Taking a deep breath, Atlan steeled his resolve and his mind, as he held out his hand and summoned her. This had gone on for long enough. He would only hurt her more if he went through with his original plan to paint her. Not to mention, that her tears cut a path of fiery acid across his black soul. He simply had to let her go before he didn’t have the strength to do so. She deserved so much better than him.
“Evie, listen to my voice. Come to me.”
As though in slow motion, his girl turned, her eyes already clouding over in that misty haze which told him he had her in his thrall.
“I love you, my sweet girl, but I have to let you go. You will not remember any of this. You will forget me and the games.”
[Siren Sensations: Erotic Contemporary Consensual BDSM Paranormal Romance, vampires, M/F, HEA]
Evangeline Prewitt has had better days, weeks, and quite possibly months. A rent increase on top of a huge car repair forces her to seek out her boss for financial help. His solution… enter The Games. Evie has her doubts about being sold off to the highest bidder—who would want a plump waitress—however desperate times call for drastic measures. Besides, it’s only sex. What can possibly go wrong?
Atlan St. James seeks out The Games for a little distraction. This three-hundred-year-old vampire is drawn to the delicious human bundle of curves the minute he sees her. Evie will be his, for the night, at least. What neither of them counts on is the instant connection between them.
After all, sex is easy. Emotions are far more difficult to negotiate. As far as Atlan is concerned, the only solution is to let his precious angel go. Evie, however, will not be dictated to. The game is on.
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