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He awakens encapsulated in dirt with no knowledge of how he came to be there. Riddled with injuries, he can remember neither his past nor who he is. Nor can he remember what he is. But surely no mortal man could survive being buried deep beneath the earth. All he knows with certainty is that the soothing voice and presence of the woman moving around above enables him to endure the agony of his wounds. And he will do whatever it takes to be with her.
When Susan first sees the old two-story house for sale, such warmth and longing fill her that—against all reason—she makes an offer. It will take years of hard work and money she frankly doesn’t have to fix up the place. So she can’t explain why she bought it. She also can’t explain what compels her to spend hours one night, digging in the basement until she unearths a man. A man who still lives and breathes despite having been buried alive. A man whose intense brown eyes glow amber with pain, declaring him far more than ordinary. Susan knows she should keep her distance. He has no memory and possesses gifts that would make most fear him. But as the two work together to unravel the mystery of his past, she finds herself drawn in by his teasing nature and tender touch. So much so that she loses her heart to him even as they find themselves hunted by unknown enemies who are ruthless in their quest to capture them.
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(I'll preface this by mentioning that Susan is telepathic.)
He didn't like causing her discomfort. "How are your hands?" He held his out, palm up.
Rounding the bed slowly, she placed hers in them.
Stanislav sat up straighter and examined them closely, then swore. Raw, open blisters marred the skin at the crooks of her thumbs and the base of every finger. She had gripped that shovel for so long that the blisters had all popped and the flap of loose skin on each had torn away. It looked painful. And she had said nothing, not even complaining when she had held one hand over the steaming pot of pasta while stirring it, something that must have made her hand hurt even more.
"Stop beating yourself up about it," she ordered softly.
He raised his head, on a level with hers though he sat and she stood.
"I wasn't intentionally listening to your thoughts," she told him. "You were sort of broadcasting them. And it wasn't your fault."
"I beg to differ. Had I not compelled you to dig me up—"
"You would probably be dead right now," she finished for him. Withdrawing one hand, she drew it over his hair. "It was worth it."
His pulse raced at her touch. His gaze dropped to her lips. He heard her heartbeat pick up.
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I'm celebrating with a giveaway over on my Facebook Author Page. Hop over, join the fun, and enter to win a signed trade paperback copy of Blade of Darkness (Immortal Guardians Book 7) + an Immortal Guardians and The Gifted Ones Swag Pack (4 postcards, 12 bookmarks, and 12 trading cards). If you're new to the series, don't worry. Each book can be read as a stand-alone. You'll just be more familiar with the background characters if you read the books in order.)
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Have a great week!
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