Author: Cydney Lawson
Published: February 2014
Word Count: 80,000
Genre: YA Paranormal
Synopsis: One, tiny little massacre, and suddenly Ivy’s the bad guy.
Now indebted to the Covenant until the unforeseeable future due to her importantly murderous actions, the vampire has a new mission: save Rory, the last half-phoenix, from the clutches of a crazed group of humans who are bent on harnessing immortality.
But saving Rory means partnering with Dane—a werewolf playboy who never shuts up. Forced to work together until the Covenant reveals their plans, Dane finds himself falling out of his heartbreaker ways and into love with Rory.
When Ivy learns that Rory’s mounting passion becomes deadlier each time she and Dane touch, things get even more complicated. As the cult hunts them down, Ivy must fight to keep the two apart. It will take all three of them working together and facing their pasts to save their own lives before the cult reclaims what they stole in the first place: Rory's life.
“What are we doing, Dane?” She felt his hot breath on her neck when he _______ smelling her.
“I’m doing my job. I’m ______ sure you stay alive.” He pulled back to look at her, and she could see the shine of bad ideas in his gaze. Ideas, she was fairly certain, ________ her.
“No. Really. What are we doing?”
Dane sighed and dipped his head ____ into the crook of her neck. His lips brushed her shoulder when he replied, “Being young, reckless, and most ___________, alone.”
He ________ her firmly against him when he said ‘alone’, and it was all Rory could do to not melt in his embrace. His lips descended again against her skin, this time across her jawline. Rory swallowed ____ and bunched her dress in her fists to force herself to keep her hands to herself. Lest those hands send Dane to an _____ cremation.
She felt the smile against her skin when he whispered, “Do you want me to kiss you?”
Her mouth fell open in an _______ to scream yes, but no sound came out. Frantically, her gaze darted around the dimly lit corridor they occupied. Fairy music and distant _______ were the only sounds she could hear. Well, there was also the infuriatingly delicious growls of ____________ from the werewolf in front of her when he dropped her ____ to the floor once more to cup the back of her head.
Her skin felt like it was on fire, but it wasn’t like any burn she’d ___________ before. And coming from her of all people, which was saying something.
She _________ around her mind to find some resemblance of responsibility to say, “We can’t.” The weak refusal sounded like a lie to her own ears.
Dane tenderly pulled her head back so he could _____ at her. He was all she could see. He was excruciatingly close, and all Rory wanted to do was get closer. Dane pressed the length of his body _______ her, swallowing her in warmth and desire, and smothering any thought of responsibility she might have had.
His hand left her hair to brace himself against the wall beside her head, truly ________ her. Was she breathing? The way her chest heaved _______ her dress, she had to assume she was. But then, where was all the air?
Dane’s head lowered to hers as he _______ her lips like he owned them. Ever so slightly, as if they had all the time in the world, his lips grazed hers.
“Do,” he teased slowly. “You. Want.” Rory fought the ____ to crush her lips against his. “Me?”
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