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Anya Moon only has one personal rule: Don't date vampires. She never dreamed the price for breaking it could be her life.
In his five hundred years as an assassin, Jarrett Campbell has never gone beyond a one-night stand with a woman. As a vampire, he knows a lasting relationship with a Norm is out of the question. But Anya Moon is just too intriguing to pass up. A two-week fling can't hurt as long as they both know how it will end… right?
Caught up in a romance he never expected, Jarrett forgets that his life as an assassin is never safe... especially when one of his past targets returns from the dead. Now he is in a race against time to save Anya, but is her life worth his death?
In his five hundred years as an assassin, Jarrett Campbell has never gone beyond a one-night stand with a woman. As a vampire, he knows a lasting relationship with a Norm is out of the question. But Anya Moon is just too intriguing to pass up. A two-week fling can't hurt as long as they both know how it will end… right?
Caught up in a romance he never expected, Jarrett forgets that his life as an assassin is never safe... especially when one of his past targets returns from the dead. Now he is in a race against time to save Anya, but is her life worth his death?
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They walked back to the pub at a fast clip, not speaking. When they arrived, Jarrett followed Fiona up to the rooftop garden.
The moment they were alone, Fiona rounded on him. “I never took you to be a moron, Campbell. I can’t even imagine what would be so important to make you blow an undercover op like that.”
“What’s going on? What’s all the shouting about?” Anya asked as she ran onto the roof.
“Your boyfriend is a flipping idiot,” Fiona yelled.
“He’s not…”
“I’m not…”
Jarrett and Anya sputtered at the same time, but Fiona held up her hand impatiently.
“Not the issue right now,” she fumed. “Wait, why are you up here?”
Anya narrowed her eyes at her sister. “Because you two came running through the pub like a bat out of hell and there is blood on your arm. I thought you might need help.” Her voice level rivaled her sister’s.
Fiona glanced down at her arm, and then back at Anya, her face and voice softer. “Sorry, An. It’s just a small cut. I’m a little pissed at Jarrett right now, and I just need to yell at him for a bit. I came up here so we wouldn’t wake River.”
“If you don’t take it down a notch you’re going to wake up the whole damned city,” Anya retorted and tossed Fiona the towel in her hand. “Here, you can clean up your arm with that. What are you yelling at him about? Is it personal or work related? Do I need to stay and take sides?”
Jarrett nearly laughed out loud. Anya was actually contemplating taking sides in an argument between him and Fiona. He wondered if she would take his side against her sister. Of course he knew he was in the wrong this time, but would she back him up if she thought he was right?
“It’s work related,” Fiona said.
“Okay,” Anya said, looking prepared to leave them alone.
“I totally screwed up. I deserve whatever she dishes out,” Jarrett said before he realized what he was doing.
Anya and Fiona just stared at him a long minute, then Anya walked over and pulled him down into a kiss. It was a quick, sweet kiss, but it made him burn to his toes.
“I like it when a man admits he’s wrong,” she said. Then she turned back to Fiona. “Okay, you can kick his ass now, but try not to break him. I have plans later.”
“Wow, you just turned fucking up into a ploy to get into my sister’s pants. That takes skill, my friend,” Fiona said when the roof door swung shut behind Anya.
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