Valerie is haunted by dreams of a man she knows only as Cowboy, her seductive lover. But Cowboy is real. And he’s a vampire. Cade is the only one who can protect Valerie from Ridgemont, his Sire, and he’s determined to do just that — even if he must kidnap her to keep her safe.
Caught in a web of fear and passion, Valerie and Cade must learn to trust one another, even as Ridgemont stalks their every move. Their only hope of survival is the Forever Kiss.
Beth’s Kiss: Beth’s world comes crashing down when she’s kidnapped by Joaquin, a deadly immortal who means to use her in a plot to kill a pair of handsome vamps. Morgan and Garret are determined to avenge themselves against Joaquin, who murdered the woman they loved.
When they rescue Beth they must complete her transformation, saving her from the vampire virus raging through her system. But if Beth is to have a future with her two vampires, they must settle accounts with the ancient, powerful killer and his army of mercenaries.
Author’s Note: Forever Kiss was first published in 2004 and has been revised extensively, including added scenes and updated tech. I want to include a warning for those who might be triggered by the sexual assaults committed by the villains. I avoided going into detail and/or cut away from those scenes before they got truly horrific, but they’re certainly implied.
Author’s Note: These stories include implied sexual assault by villains (not the heroes). Scenes cut away before graphic detail
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Excerpt
“I need you tonight.” His voice emerged from the darkness, a low male rumble of heat and hunger. “Will you give yourself to me?”
Valerie Chase sat up in her tumbled bed. The cowboy stood just outside the open French doors, watching her from the balcony as moonlight spilled around him. The brim of his white Stetson shadowed his face. It always had. She’d never seen his features clearly, not in all the years she’d dreamed of him.
His white cotton shirt stretched over broad shoulders and tucked into the worn jeans that hugged his long, muscled legs. Moonlight glinted on the star of a Texas Ranger pinned to his leather vest. He wore two gun belts crossed over lean hips, the holstered Colt revolvers forming a seductive frame for the thick, impressive ridge of his erection.
It was the way he’d always looked in her dreams, her cowboy fantasy, her dream lover. Her hero.
“Come in,” she said softly, and felt her nipples tighten.
He started toward her with that long, pacing panther stride of his. As he moved, his clothes melted away, revealing the hungry jut of his cock.
Her mouth went dry. Her sleep shirt vanished. She wasn’t sure which of them had made it disappear.
Then his hands were on her, warm and long-fingered and skilled as he took her mouth in a deep, famished kiss flavored with desperation. Her own hands traced his muscle and heat as he slid onto the bed, his weight pressing her deliciously into the mattress.
He whispered, voice hoarse, “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t stay away.”
She gave him a wicked smile. “Good.”
He laughed, the sound midway between a chuckle and a groan of hunger. “Vixen.” As if starved, he bent his head to sample her lips, the angle of her jaw, the curve of her collar bone, stringing a line of hard kisses and gentle bites along her skin. Each nibble and lick sent fire streaming through her veins to pool hot in her belly.
“God, I missed you.” Closing her eyes, she fisted her hands in his short, silky hair, not even noticing when she knocked off his Stetson.
“Not as much as I missed you.” Even without the shadowing hat, she couldn’t see him clearly, though she could feel the love and the need in him. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Nothing.” His low voice vibrated with a fierce determination that made her frown.
“What’s wrong, Cowboy?” She caught his face between her hands. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“Not a thing, darlin’.” She could hear the strained smile in his voice. “I’m just a dream, remember? I’m not even real.”
Before she could protest, he lowered his head to her breasts, using his skillful tongue to tease the stiff peaks as his teeth scraped delicate flesh.
“You sure don’t feel like a dream,” she moaned, dropping her head back on the pillow as lush, glittering pleasure built beneath her skin. Her legs fell bonelessly apart. “Then again, maybe you do.”
He stroked up her thigh to find her sex. “Just don’t wake up.” Long fingers slipped inside in one possessive thrust. “At least, not yet.”
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