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Rourke (New Vampire Disorder (Paranormal Romance) Book 2)
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.
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.
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