Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
Spotlight
Sacrifice or salvation? A chosen psychic few may be both. As the city’s Keepers battle Betrayers to save the human race, all’s not fair in love and war. THE KEEPER Nick Geary, jaded clan leader of human guardians, the Keepers, is doomed to love a human woman who’s forgotten him, time after time, for thirteen years: Libby Klink, a skittish accountant who’s as terrified of her recent and strange intuitions as she is of her mundane existence. When Nick is ordered by the clan’s guiding force to seek Libby’s help in defending the clan against enemy Betrayers, romance sizzles as the pair forms an unlikely alliance in their desperate search to discover the key to the clan’s salvation—which Libby alone holds. But a haunting secret could cost Nick everything, and in a race against time, both will be forced to choose between their hearts and duty. Can their love, and the clan, survive, or will the very forces that drew them together ultimately destroy them? |
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Muttering, Nick snatched off his ball cap and raked his hands through his hair. Shock and anger warred in his eyes. Then, hard on the heels of that . . . fear? Whatever it was evaporated, and fury quickly replaced it. Baffled, she searched his face, her heart pounding a new rhythm. Like before on the highway, then in the truck, the oddest sensation of recognition, of familiarity, gripped her. This time it hit harder, cut deeper. And still the connection evaded her.
Without warning, he yanked her next to him, leaned in, and covered her mouth with his.
Her arms fell to her sides uselessly, as her lips responded beneath his, unbidden. Their teeth and tongues clashed, seeking, taking. Heat and energy roared inside her, around her like an inferno.
Before today, she’d never seen this man. But she knew him on some level, as sure as constellations blazed in the night sky, century after century. He smelled of sawdust and hard work. And something else. Cedar. She basked in the scent growing stronger with each passing second.
His cheeks were sandpaper on hers. There was nothing tender in his touch. Heady with the taste of him, she gulped him down like a full bodied wine meant for sipping. Raw desire walloped her, and if she’d had any lingering doubts about her decision to follow him, he’d buried them six feet under.
She pressed a hand to his chest, slid her palm over chambray, the muscle beneath hardened from labor. A moan grew in her throat, escaping her lips. She curled her fingers around the back of his neck, over smooth skin hot to the touch, and into his hair with its coarse, uneven layers. Her fingertips grazed his collar and the leather strap around his neck.
He grabbed her by the wrist and flung her arm away like he’d been burned.
She gasped. Baffled, her libido still reeling from the uppercut he’d dealt it, her nipples puckered and ached beneath her blouse. Warm, wet heat rocked her system.
He wasn’t touching her. Not any longer. But his body, mere inches from hers, his heat, continued the assault on her senses.
He’d possessed her then kicked her to the curb, all in under twenty seconds.
Libby’s voice caught in her throat. “Why?”
Again, his expression might’ve registered fear, but fury triumphed. “To protect you,” he snapped. “I did it to protect you.”
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