The Rogue Hunter (Argeneau Vampires, Book 10)
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Samantha Willan is a workaholic lawyer. She's grateful for some rest and relaxation in cottage country, and after a recent breakup she wants to stay as far away from romance as possible. Then she meets her irresistible new neighbor. There's something strange and mysterious about his eyes. Is it just her imagination, or are they locked on her neck?
Garrett Mortimer is a rogue hunter. His last assignment united Lucian Argeneau with his lifemate, and Mortimer is hoping this one will be less . . . adventurous. He's here to track down a reported rogue, but fun in the sun is every bloodsucker's nightmare. Worse, he can't seem to get his mind off Samantha, especially when he spies her skinny-dipping in the lake. After eight hundred years as a bachelor, is he ready to turn a volatile attraction into a lasting love affair?
Charlie past the door before the woman turned and noted his presence. Nicholas led her all the way to the second to last door before he paused and inserted one of the card keys. When the light on the door blinked green, he pushed the wooden panel open, and then held it wide for Jo and Charlie to precede him. Jo stepped past him, glancing appreciatively at the comfortable room as they went … and doing her best to ignore the fact that there was only one king-sized bed. “Sorry,” Nicholas
foreheads?” She shrugged, managing to look even more irritated. “They wander off without a word and talk to each other. Right now there are probably twelve decent-looking guys in the house all talking to each other while Alex is either standing by herself or is talking to Sam and Mortimer.” She pursed her lips briefly and then admitted, “I think they’re gay.” Nicholas raised his other eyebrow. “Sam and Mortimer?” “What?” she asked with amazement and then clucked her tongue impatiently. “No.
She rolled her eyes and suddenly bounded from the bed and hurried from the room. Nicholas stared after her with surprise, and then threw the sheets and blankets aside to follow. He found her in the living room, bent over, picking up something from the table. His eyes slid over her bare derriere with interest totally inappropriate to the conversation they’d been having and he grimaced to himself, and said, “What—?” That was as far as he got. At the sound of his voice, Jo suddenly straightened,
me before anything too bad happened.” “Nicholas saved you?” Bricker asked, and Nicholas grimaced at the surprise in the man’s voice. “Yes, from that blond guy.” Jo gestured behind Nicholas, and all flashlights and eyes turned to where Ernie Brubaker should have been, but all they found was a bloody knife lying on empty ground. “Christ,” Nicholas muttered with disgust. He’d known he should have checked to be sure he’d hit the heart. Instead he’d—Nicholas caught himself, shook the
into her life and trying to take her to his rather horrible-sounding father, was a relief. Besides, it meant they only had one problem left to worry about, she thought, and said, “Then we can concentrate on finding out who really killed that woman all those years ago.” Nicholas hesitated, but then said, “Jo, you were hit pretty bad.” “Yes, I know,” she murmured. Recalling watching her own blood gushing from the hole between her breasts, Jo glanced curiously down at her blanket-covered chest.