Blood Of Souls

Blood Of Souls

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by Vivien Dean
     
 

Sometimes doing the right thing means giving up everything you love... There isn't anything Annie Pontin won't do for her lover, the reclusive artifact collector Quin Black. As his personal assistant, she even takes care of the most valuable item in his collection, a ruby-encrusted sword that dates back more than two thousand years. One day while cleaning it, she cuts…  See more details below

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Sometimes doing the right thing means giving up everything you love... There isn't anything Annie Pontin won't do for her lover, the reclusive artifact collector Quin Black. As his personal assistant, she even takes care of the most valuable item in his collection, a ruby-encrusted sword that dates back more than two thousand years. One day while cleaning it, she cuts herself on the blade. The next thing she knows, the sword is gone, and in its place...a young man named Theodotus. Theo claims to know Quin, but when Annie asks Quin the whole story, what unfolds is out of this world. She isn't prepared to hear how he sold his soul in order to be with Theo, his dead lover, forever, nor does she want to hear that he's lived for centuries. The only problem is, Quin refuses to let her walk away. He wants them both. Now he and Theo just need to convince her to stay... Genres: Contemporary / Fantasy / Witchcraft / Magic / Paranormal / Interracial / Multicultural / Menage (M/M/F) / Group Sex / Bisexual (M/M)

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
2940000161708
Publisher:
Amber Quill Press
Publication date:
01/01/2008
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Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
File size:
630 KB

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"You're hurt."

"It's nothing. Just some scratches. I don't even feel them anymore." Tugging, she tried to pull him toward her, but with the difference in their sizes, it was a nominal gesture. "I've been waiting for you to come home all day. Get in here."

He let her go and stepped back, quickly stripping out of his clothes. She watched every movement, searching over his body as if it was the first time. The attention ignited the tinder already sparking at his spine, licking in long flames up and down his body until every inch of him was hungry for more than her gaze. He had had many lovers over the years, but few had fired him as much as Annie did. Perhaps, only one ever had, but that was a name he dared not allow admittance when he wasn't alone.

"Were you hard all day, thinking of me?" Annie whispered.

Quin fisted his thick erection, pulling slowly. It was agony for both of them, but an agony well worth it in the end. "The auction was hell," he admitted. "There was a woman two rows up who wears the same perfume you do. Every time I thought I could focus on the auctioneer, I'd get another whiff of it and wish I was home with you, instead."

"Did it distract you enough not to make any frivolous buys?"

He chuckled. "Afraid I'll waste all my money, are you?"

"It helps gauge your mood." She slid back, pushing the blanket out of the way to allow him room to join her. "When you spend too much, you have a tendency to take it out on me in bed."

The twinkle in her eye stopped any indignation that might have arisen. "Is that what you're hoping for? For me to take it out on you?"

"I just want you." Annie held out her hand. "Please, Quin."

For abrief moment, he thought he caught a glimpse of something haunted in her luminous eyes. It stabbed through his chest, sharp and painful, but as soon as he recognized it, it was gone, replaced by the hunger he knew so well.

"How am I supposed to deny you?" He leaned forward, resting his knuckles on the soft cotton sheets, and the mattress bowed beneath his knee. "But I think I'm going to take my time with it tonight. Take it slow."

Annie rolled to face him as he slid in next to her. "You're here. That's all I care about."

Her soft curves pressed against him, gloriously bare. Though he loved how she looked and felt in his favorite negligees--and loved even more taking them off her--unclothing her would have taken too much time tonight. The near desperation in her hands as she scratched lightly at his hip said more than any words she might utter. She needed him, more than she had already admitted. The knowledge made his head spin.

Her lips parted the instant they touched his. He tasted the mint of her toothpaste, the sweet heat of her tongue. He felt the faint sting of her teeth, the soft slide of her mouth. His nose was filled with the tang of her grapefruit conditioner, but it was the musky scent of her skin, freshly scrubbed and dewy in spite of being tucked away in bed waiting for him, that exhilarated him the most. Kissing Annie was like swallowing sunshine.

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