shed for a monster who yearned to be a man."
They gazed at each other for stretched seconds, and then Leanne threw herself into his arms and hugged him tight.
"You're alive." She rained kisses over his cheeks, his brow, then pressed one hand over his chest, above his heart. "Alive," she whispered. "Thank God."
Jason looked deep into her eyes, and then he smiled, a beautiful smile that went straight to her heart.
Lowering his head, he teased her lips with the tip of his tongue, and then he kissed her as gently as ever a man had kissed a woman, and it seemed he could taste the sunrise on her lips.
"Leanne," he murmured. "Do you think you could love this mortal man as much as you once loved the monster?"
"Oh, yes," she exclaimed softly, and the glow in her eyes was warmer and brighter than the sun he had thought never to see again.
His smile grew wider. "If I carried you to bed, do you think you could make love to me in the light of day?"
Happiness bubbled up inside of her. "I think so," she replied, her voice trembling with love and joy and excitement.
"And will you spend the rest of your life with me? Bear my children if a merciful God permits?" He took her hands in his. "Grow old at my side?"
"Yes," she promised fervently. "Oh yes."
Jason sighed as he wrapped his arm around Leanne's shoulders and drew her close to his side. Together, they watched the sun rise above the distant mountains, heralding the birth of a new day, a new beginning.
It was a day of miracles, he thought, and Leanne's love was the greatest miracle of all.
She had been the sun in his sky since the first night he had seen her emerge from the theater.
Standing beside her now, with the sun shining on his face and the warmth of her love glowing in the depths of her eyes, he knew he would never dwell in darkness again.
Epilogue
Five years later
Jason leaned forward as his daughter made her entrance on stage. Facing the audience, Kristi Lynn began to sing, her voice pure and clear.
His daughter. Another miracle that Leanne had wrought in his life. And soon they would have a second child. And after that, a dozen more, if God – and his wife – were willing.
"She's wonderful, isn't she?" Leanne whispered.
"Indeed," he said. "She has her mother's talent."
Leanne grinned at him. "And her father's charm."
Jason took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. The last five years had been the happiest he had ever known. He had stood beside Leanne and watched the sun rise over the Grand Canyon, sat beside her on a sandy white beach in Hawaii and watched the waves lap at the shore. He grinned at the memory. He had sat there so long he'd gotten one hell of a sunburn. But even that had felt good.
He had watched Leanne's body swell with new life, stood at her bedside the morning Kristi Lynn had been born, felt his heart swell with awe when the doctor had placed his daughter in his arms. He had been there when Kristi took her first wobbly steps, uttered her first word, run alongside her the day she had learned to ride a bike.
He had turned to writing again, surprised and pleased when he sold his first book in years, a novel about a vampire who yearned to be a man again. He had written three other books since then, each of which had received rave reviews. His favorite quote hung on the wall behind his desk. Jason Blackthorne's vampires are so realistic, so vividly drawn, one would think he wrote from personal experience.
Jason stood, applauding loudly when Kristi Lynn finished her solo. When the recital was over, they went out for hot fudge sundaes to celebrate.
Later that night, standing beside Kristi's bed while Leanne tucked her in, he thanked a generous and forgiving God for granting him a second chance at life.
The End
About the Author
Amanda Ashley enjoys writing, particularly in the genre of Historical Romance and delves into the world of the paranormal and romantic fantasy. She resides in California, where she was born and
They gazed at each other for stretched seconds, and then Leanne threw herself into his arms and hugged him tight.
"You're alive." She rained kisses over his cheeks, his brow, then pressed one hand over his chest, above his heart. "Alive," she whispered. "Thank God."
Jason looked deep into her eyes, and then he smiled, a beautiful smile that went straight to her heart.
Lowering his head, he teased her lips with the tip of his tongue, and then he kissed her as gently as ever a man had kissed a woman, and it seemed he could taste the sunrise on her lips.
"Leanne," he murmured. "Do you think you could love this mortal man as much as you once loved the monster?"
"Oh, yes," she exclaimed softly, and the glow in her eyes was warmer and brighter than the sun he had thought never to see again.
His smile grew wider. "If I carried you to bed, do you think you could make love to me in the light of day?"
Happiness bubbled up inside of her. "I think so," she replied, her voice trembling with love and joy and excitement.
"And will you spend the rest of your life with me? Bear my children if a merciful God permits?" He took her hands in his. "Grow old at my side?"
"Yes," she promised fervently. "Oh yes."
Jason sighed as he wrapped his arm around Leanne's shoulders and drew her close to his side. Together, they watched the sun rise above the distant mountains, heralding the birth of a new day, a new beginning.
It was a day of miracles, he thought, and Leanne's love was the greatest miracle of all.
She had been the sun in his sky since the first night he had seen her emerge from the theater.
Standing beside her now, with the sun shining on his face and the warmth of her love glowing in the depths of her eyes, he knew he would never dwell in darkness again.
Epilogue
Five years later
Jason leaned forward as his daughter made her entrance on stage. Facing the audience, Kristi Lynn began to sing, her voice pure and clear.
His daughter. Another miracle that Leanne had wrought in his life. And soon they would have a second child. And after that, a dozen more, if God – and his wife – were willing.
"She's wonderful, isn't she?" Leanne whispered.
"Indeed," he said. "She has her mother's talent."
Leanne grinned at him. "And her father's charm."
Jason took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. The last five years had been the happiest he had ever known. He had stood beside Leanne and watched the sun rise over the Grand Canyon, sat beside her on a sandy white beach in Hawaii and watched the waves lap at the shore. He grinned at the memory. He had sat there so long he'd gotten one hell of a sunburn. But even that had felt good.
He had watched Leanne's body swell with new life, stood at her bedside the morning Kristi Lynn had been born, felt his heart swell with awe when the doctor had placed his daughter in his arms. He had been there when Kristi took her first wobbly steps, uttered her first word, run alongside her the day she had learned to ride a bike.
He had turned to writing again, surprised and pleased when he sold his first book in years, a novel about a vampire who yearned to be a man again. He had written three other books since then, each of which had received rave reviews. His favorite quote hung on the wall behind his desk. Jason Blackthorne's vampires are so realistic, so vividly drawn, one would think he wrote from personal experience.
Jason stood, applauding loudly when Kristi Lynn finished her solo. When the recital was over, they went out for hot fudge sundaes to celebrate.
Later that night, standing beside Kristi's bed while Leanne tucked her in, he thanked a generous and forgiving God for granting him a second chance at life.
The End
About the Author
Amanda Ashley enjoys writing, particularly in the genre of Historical Romance and delves into the world of the paranormal and romantic fantasy. She resides in California, where she was born and
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