A Moon Sisters Novel

(PARANORM WORLD #2)

Anya Moon only has one personal rule: Don't date vampires. She never dreamed the price for breaking it could be her life.

In his five hundred years as an assassin, Jarrett Campbell has never gone beyond a one-night stand with a woman. As a vampire, he knows a lasting relationship with a Norm is out of the question. But Anya Moon is just too intriguing to pass up. A two-week fling can't hurt as long as they both know how it will end right?

Caught up in a romance he never expected, Jarrett forgets that his life as an assassin is never safe, especially when one of his past targets returns from the dead. Now he is in a race against time to save Anya, but is her life worth his death?

Excerpt:

I had taken about three steps away from the stairs, when a large hand clamped down over my mouth. Simultaneously, an arm snaked around my waist. I was pulled tight against a hard, muscled body. Terror seized me. I tried to scream, but only managed a muffled grunt. I clawed at the hands that held me and kicked my feet furiously, but nothing seemed to work against my captor.

I felt hot breath against my ear. "Calm down, Ginger. I'm not going to hurt you."

Even if I hadn't recognized the voice that whispered in my ear, only one person in my life had ever called me Ginger. I stopped struggling and let myself be pulled into the shadowed recess under the bridge. Within seconds, I found myself sandwiched between the hard concrete wall of the alcove under the bridge and the just as hard body of a six-and-a-half-foot-tall vampire. I put my hands between us, but he quickly pulled them away and pressed closer. His long, dark cloak fell around us, so that it was completely shielding me from view.

I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, or even figure out what I was going to say, he hissed in my ear, "Shh. They won't be able to see us, just be quiet."

I clamped my mouth shut, and then followed suit with my eyes, since all I could see was a black shirt covered chest. It was a struggle to keep my breath steady and quiet. I was winded from the run, and there was little air under the cloak. With each breath, I inhaled the scent of the man pressed against me. The air grew hotter and thicker by the moment, or maybe it was just my blood. My pulse raced and my skin tingled in ways that had nothing to do with the dangerous thugs pursuing me, and everything to do with the dangerous man protecting me.