On the Hunt
Gena Showalter, Jessica Andersen, Shannon K. Butcher, Deidre Knight
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New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter, Shannon K. Butcher, Jessica Anderson, and Deidre Knight present a steamy collection of all-new novellas featuring sexy paranormal hunters.
With shadowy creatures, intoxicating magic, vivdly imagined worlds, and sizzling passion, this is an anthology no fan of paranormal romance will want to miss.
looking at her uncertainly. “I can’t believe you’re being such a coward about this. It’s not like you at all.” Sunny’s face flamed hot. “I’m not being a coward!” Kate wrapped both arms about Sunny, holding her tight. “I’m praying that you find the love of your life, too. Just be sure you don’t tuck tail and run when you do.” Kate and Dillon entered the foyer, and Jamie just kept staring past them through the still-open front door. Waiting. Expecting Sunny to come strolling in behind them, her
feel her body, that lithe, feminine body, beneath his own much larger, bulky one, just as he’d promised. Maybe it would be awkward, a bit inelegant, but he didn’t care. He always had been the bull dreaming of making love to a fairy queen, of holding a butterfly against his warrior’s chest. And he’d had plenty of practice taking Daphne without hurting her—all in his fantasies. He would be gentle with her now; he vowed it. Rummaging through his saddle bag, he located his crimson cape. He’d brought
stared down into her eyes, the clear blue of them like gazing into the Aegean . . . but with a tempest coming. He kept his body atop hers, suspended there, wanting her with more desperation than he’d ever felt before. And yet an invisible force held him in check: the knowledge that she would likely leave him again after this. Every separation from her became more unbearable.... What would such a parting be like once they became lovers? Unendurable, he was certain. “Daphne.” He leaned up on both
his own. It was an un-apologetic kiss, a commanding one, and he pressed her tighter against his chest. Before she could stop herself, before she could consider the potential reprimands—or trouble with heaven itself—she opened her mouth eagerly to him. He slipped his tongue between her lips, creating a circular, slow pressure, until she dared to reciprocate the motion. Something changed right then, a next level of heat and fire passing between their bodies. This kiss . . . was more than a
vibrating the glass all around them. Sunny turned from him, head bowed. Every emotion inside of him was at war—he yearned to comfort her, to make love to her, to interrogate her. Instead, he found himself stepping behind her and very gently wrapping his arms about her waist. Drawing her back against his chest, he simply held her. “You don’t have to tell me,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s okay. We can take our time, too. There’s more than tonight.” He’d not promised a woman more than one night