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Marie Johnston!!
Rourke (New Vampire Disorder (Paranormal Romance) Book 2)
Blurb:
Grace
Otto was a vampire child adopted by humans and raised in a secluded
but loving environment. When she stumbles across their murders, she
comes face to face with Rourke, the male who’s haunted her
nightmares, who might have killed her birth family. It’s not long
before she realizes the mysterious male is not the one responsible
for her parents’ demise, but their pasts are irrevocably linked and
she’s forced to leave the human world to find out how.
Around
Grace, Rourke dares to think of a better future, one that can
overwrite his traumatic history. Until she unwittingly commits an act
of betrayal that threatens her and their entire species. To save
Grace, Rourke will need to hunt down the demons of their past.
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Excerpt:
Grace’s
eyes fluttered open, she sat up with a gasp. Her gaze landed on
Rourke, standing over her frowning. His arms were crossed over his
cut chest, leaving washboard abs visible until they disappeared into
the low-slung waistband of gray flannel sweats. Obsidian eyes
glittered in the faint light emanating from his bedroom. She sucked
in a breath. Only the idea that he slept with a nightlight contained
the scream in her throat.
Remnants
of dual nightmares faded away. Images of her birth family and Rourke
wandering through their remains to her human family spread in a
bloody line before him.
To
wake up to the male looming over her…she gulped. She should be
terrified. She should’ve yelled. Instead, his presence calmed her
as it fired up all her fantasies. Warmth spread through her, moving
further down.
“What
are you doing?” She croaked out the question in her attempt to
disengage her mind from the hormones it spurred through her body.
“You
were making noise.” His tone lacked inflection in the usual Rourke
way.
Flashes
of her dead families continued to storm through her brain. She rubbed
her temples and pinched the bridge of her nose to keep from crying.
When she peered back up at him, she released a frustrated huff at his
pained expression. “Are you afraid I’m going to cry again?”
Wariness
settled into his gaze. “It would be understandable.”
How
could she be afraid of a male whose distress stemmed from the
expectation she might need his comfort?
“No,
Rourke. I’m not going to cry, again.” She gave herself a mental
shake. No more breakdowns. She swung her legs down and hauled herself
up. “It wouldn’t do any good anyway.”
His
eyes roamed her face, lifted to skim over her hair.
She
patted her wild mane. To sleep comfortably, she’d taken out her
hair tie. “My curls go a little crazy when they’re not
contained.”
He
kept eyeing her hair. Grace dug into her pants pocket for her tie.
His hand snaked around her wrist, encasing it in an iron grip.
“Don’t.”
He was close enough she could make out the subtle difference between
the black pupil and rich brown iris. “Your hair…it’s like
strands of rich caramel dancing in firelight.”
What
sensual words. Her gaze locked onto his. She lost herself in the
depths of wonder she saw there. How could her unbound, crazy hair
undo this male?
About Marie Johnston:
Marie
Johnston lives in the upper-Midwest with her husband, four kids, an
old cat, and a new puppy. Deciding to trade in her lab coat for a
laptop, she’s writing down all the tales she’s been making up in
her head for years. An avid reader of paranormal romance, these are
the stories hanging out and waiting to be told, between the demands
of work, home, and the endless chauffeuring that comes with children.
Amazon
Author Page https://www.amazon.com/Marie-Johnston/e/B00R6SC79Q
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