As a werewolf and a marine, he's duty-bound to protect his enemy
Brianna Vittori is running from vampires. After receiving a mysterious warning, Bri has no choice but to seek refuge with an enemy she never thought she'd run to: werewolves. They're the only ones who can save her…if they don't kill her first.
As a werewolf, marine captain Travis MacConnelly should be immune to the deadly attraction of female vampires. But Bri ignites his most primal desires. When Mac realizes that his beautiful prisoner doesn't even know what she is, it's up to him to provide her with answers as well as protection. As the bond between them grows, so does the danger they're in….
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"Kernan's use of an unknowing female vampire is a nice twist and the chemistry between her two protagonists is hot."
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Brianna lost her grip and fell fifteen feet. Mac watched her fall expecting her to fly away or right herself like a cat, but instead she plummeted, rotating so she would land on her back. Mac raised his arms to catch her. She was small but the momentum of her descent rocked him, nearly buckling his knees. Somehow he held on.
She gave him that wide-eyed look again. If it was an act, it was a damned good one because his body's reaction was instantaneous. Mac's skin tingled at the contact of her body pressed to his chest and lower down, his body when hard. He held her under the knees and behind her back. She felt just right against him. If he moved his hand a little he could feel the swell of her breast. Mac gritted his teeth and set her down.
Female vampires needed sex. That's what made them so damned good at their jobs. The longer they went without it, the more deadly they became. How long had it been for this one? Intelligence said that the male vampires had kept some of their females in isolation for years before releasing them on their unsuspecting targets. One night of bliss and then the payoff. A massive coronary, stroke or aneurysm. Simple, neat and undetectable.
Had she escaped them or was this a mission? Who was the target? Not him, certainly. Maybe the Colonel. His supervisor was working with werewolves and that might make him a target.
"Thanks," she said.
"Anytime," Mac answered, reminding himself that the desire he felt was not caused by her magic. Couldn't be. He wasn't susceptible to vampires. But he was susceptible to women. Especially this one.
Mac held her high in his arms becoming familiar with her weight and the long curve of her neck, the tempting hollow at its base and the riot of red curls that danced about her lovely face.
"Um, you better put me down."
Damned if he could.
Reluctantly he let her stand, but kept one arm about her waist. She tried to step away only to be stopped by his hand still pressing to the center of her back. Mac captured a wrist to prevent a second escape.
He studied her face, concentrating now on those lovely green eyes.
"You need to step away from me. It's not safe for you."
She was worried about him? That was a laugh. But then he realized that she must think he was human. She didn't know he was the gray wolf she had seen by the road. He maintained a grip on her and damned if he'd let go.
"Really," she insisted. "You shouldn't touch me."
"I'll take my chances."