Immortal (Immortal, Book 1)
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What do you do if the most gorgeous guy you've ever seen asks for your help?
Len Whiting is smitten from the minute she sees Caeran’s amazing eyes. She agrees to help him with research, and then to help him find a healer in rural New Mexico. Only then does she learn he’s immortal—an ælven—locked in an ancient struggle with a vampire who’s now got his sights set on Len.
car.” I sniffed, trying to quit crying, and kept driving. Caeran punched the stereo power button, killing the music. “Len, please stop the car.” I gave up and pulled over, and promptly lost it. Couldn’t control myself any more; I sat there sobbing, wiping at my running nose. Totally unattractive. Caeran reached over and turned off the ignition. He handed me a handkerchief—a real, cloth handkerchief, neatly folded—and waited patiently until I had pretty much stopped blubbering. “I am sorry to
she remembered him. I felt a sudden dread that the alben had been here, that he might still be here. I looked around, panicked, and the clerk’s gaze shifted to me. Caeran grabbed my elbow and propelled me along one of the aisles, away from the counter. He stopped at the far end in front of a rack of salted nuts. “He is not here,” he said softly. “We are far ahead of him.” “How can you be sure?” I whispered back. “Maybe he hijacked someone else.” Caeran frowned, then glanced at the clerk, who
and the smell of cooking onions made my stomach rumble. “Can I help?” I asked. Madóran glanced up at me. “Do you like to cook?” I shrugged. “I’m not a gourmet, but I can chop veggies.” He offered me a knife, a cutting board, and a bowl of potatoes. It was strange standing next to him at the counter, doing something so mundane, but it was also comforting. “Is the meeting over?” I asked. “No, they are still discussing what to do. I had little to add, and thought I could be of more use
do justice to his kindness. He smiled, then went back to stirring the stew. “Now we add broth. Will you hand me a ladle from that drawer?” I stuffed the chile into my pocket and grabbed the ladle. More layers went in: cabbage, zucchini, and finally the beans. By the time Madóran sent me to the front room to inform the crew that lunch was served, it was mid-afternoon. Caeran, Nathrin and Mirali were the only ones there. Mirali offered to go round up the others while the two guys followed me to
that thought float freely through my mind. We walked slowly across the courtyard to the north door, and to my room. Caeran made a fire while I pulled off yet another bloodstained shirt. There was a pile of clean clothing on the dresser, including my socks. When Madóran had found the time to deal with laundry I had no clue. I pulled on the ælven shirt and joined Caeran by the fire, settling into his arms with a sigh. “This is nice. No threats, no constraints. No hurry.” He smiled, gazing at me.