Which was exactly what had her sitting at Selena’s tarot card and palm reading table in Jackson Square on a cold Sunday afternoon, instead of lying in bed with the covers pulled over her head. Leave it to her big sister to make her laugh, no matter the tragedy. “I say we should stake him to an ant hill and throw little pickles at him.”Īmanda Devereaux laughed at Selena’s suggestion. Now I find myself wanting to believe that love and loyalty do exist.Įven more disturbing, I find myself wondering if there’s any way a woman can love a man whose battle scars run deep, and whose heart was damaged by a betrayal so savage that he’s not sure it will ever beat again. Not to mention the last time I fell in love it cost me not only my human life, but also my very soul. My attraction to Amanda Devereaux goes against everything I stand for. She’s smart, sexy, witty, and wants nothing to do with the paranormal. Or so I thought until one night when I woke up handcuffed to my worst nightmare: an accountant. I play hero to thousands, but am known to none. That is my existence, and it is dark and dangerous. Have you ever wanted to know what it’s like to be immortal? To journey through the night stalking the evil that preys on humans? To have unlimited wealth, unlimited power? Original Publication Date: September 24, 2002
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