MILITARY ROMANCE: The War Within Himself (Alpha Bad Boy Marine Army Seal) (Contemporary Military Suspense & Thriller Romance) by Claire Branson
Authors: Claire Branson
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else will happen, it condenses.
“Aurelius!”
It is her. At least, it is her form. It pulses and glows, as insubstantial as the mist. I strain to reach it. My heart aches.
Then, the sparks of light pull together and are gone, and the warm, soft form of a girl stands before me, as natural as if she had just walked in through the door.
“Aurelius? My love?”
“Kiryla!” My heart feels as if it will burst.
My arms find her waist and wrap around it. Her body is against mine. And, suddenly, the flesh knows its urgency and its desire.
I am still so weak. I find myself laughing, if a little hysterically, as my wasted body teeters backward, far too weak for anything at all.
I notice suddenly in that moment that my form has changed. I am in human form again. No wonder I feel so weak! I have never shifted so soon. Have never had the motivation, I suppose. I have it now.
“Shall we go outside?” She smiles at me. “The sunshine will help us to get stronger.”
I nod, fervently agreeing.
“Come, then.”
We walk out of the cave together, into the light of the spring morning.
We spend each day together, and each night we sleep, sated, in each other’s arms.
Each winter and each spring we change and transform back. And with all you know, we may be here forever. Life is cyclic, after all. And hearts eternal.
THE END
Addicted to the Vampire Billionaire
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Addicted to the Vampire Billionaire
Chapter One
The old Arbor house sat at the top of a hill overlooking the little town nestled in the valley, a gabled Victorian mansion of grey stone. Once home to a wealthy and illustrious family, it had sat empty since World War I. No one had dared touch it. The property was owned by some distant descendant, but he had never set foot beyond the wrought iron fence, nor even, so far as they knew, inside the county line. The locals whispered that it was haunted, and even reckless teenagers searching for a place to hide their goings on from the prying eyes of adults didn't risk its shadowed interiors.
Hank Mead, on the other hand, didn't appear to care. Which was why he and his niece were currently bumping down the pitted road that led through the pass in the hills the little town sat on the other side of, his ghost-hunting partner in the passenger seat. Hank Mead was determined to see the ghosts that haunted the old Arbor home for himself. And to make certain that he caught them—and his claim to fame—on film, he had recruited Lily, who'd been laid off from her job and had been staying with him for three months, unable to make rent on her apartment. She'd picked up a job at one of the local cafés in their own city, for the moment, but it wasn't exactly paying the big bills. So when Hank had insisted she come to film his escapades, she hadn't felt like it was right to refuse.
She wasn't particularly pleased to be sitting in the back of the rattly old van, cradling her expensive camera carefully to her chest, making certain it wasn't jostled onto the floor. It was the only thing of much value that she owned, and no way was she sacrificing it for her uncle Hank's crazy ghost-hunting expedition, even if she did feel obliged to help him since he was letting her stay in his guest room.
They rolled into town just before sunset, and drove through the quiet streets, people occasionally looking up to follow the van with their eyes, not particularly curious about its appearance, though Lily knew they must be aware that it carried strangers into their midst. Maybe they just didn't care.
When they drew closer to the mansion on the hill, she saw the glances cast at them change. The locals did care, then. They were shaking their heads as they watched the van roll on its way, and Lily wondered how many others had come here before her and her uncle and Fred. Maybe they were only the latest in a long line, and that was why the locals didn't seem to find the sight of an unfamiliar van
“Aurelius!”
It is her. At least, it is her form. It pulses and glows, as insubstantial as the mist. I strain to reach it. My heart aches.
Then, the sparks of light pull together and are gone, and the warm, soft form of a girl stands before me, as natural as if she had just walked in through the door.
“Aurelius? My love?”
“Kiryla!” My heart feels as if it will burst.
My arms find her waist and wrap around it. Her body is against mine. And, suddenly, the flesh knows its urgency and its desire.
I am still so weak. I find myself laughing, if a little hysterically, as my wasted body teeters backward, far too weak for anything at all.
I notice suddenly in that moment that my form has changed. I am in human form again. No wonder I feel so weak! I have never shifted so soon. Have never had the motivation, I suppose. I have it now.
“Shall we go outside?” She smiles at me. “The sunshine will help us to get stronger.”
I nod, fervently agreeing.
“Come, then.”
We walk out of the cave together, into the light of the spring morning.
We spend each day together, and each night we sleep, sated, in each other’s arms.
Each winter and each spring we change and transform back. And with all you know, we may be here forever. Life is cyclic, after all. And hearts eternal.
THE END
Addicted to the Vampire Billionaire
Vampire Billionaire Romance
Addicted to the Vampire Billionaire
Chapter One
The old Arbor house sat at the top of a hill overlooking the little town nestled in the valley, a gabled Victorian mansion of grey stone. Once home to a wealthy and illustrious family, it had sat empty since World War I. No one had dared touch it. The property was owned by some distant descendant, but he had never set foot beyond the wrought iron fence, nor even, so far as they knew, inside the county line. The locals whispered that it was haunted, and even reckless teenagers searching for a place to hide their goings on from the prying eyes of adults didn't risk its shadowed interiors.
Hank Mead, on the other hand, didn't appear to care. Which was why he and his niece were currently bumping down the pitted road that led through the pass in the hills the little town sat on the other side of, his ghost-hunting partner in the passenger seat. Hank Mead was determined to see the ghosts that haunted the old Arbor home for himself. And to make certain that he caught them—and his claim to fame—on film, he had recruited Lily, who'd been laid off from her job and had been staying with him for three months, unable to make rent on her apartment. She'd picked up a job at one of the local cafés in their own city, for the moment, but it wasn't exactly paying the big bills. So when Hank had insisted she come to film his escapades, she hadn't felt like it was right to refuse.
She wasn't particularly pleased to be sitting in the back of the rattly old van, cradling her expensive camera carefully to her chest, making certain it wasn't jostled onto the floor. It was the only thing of much value that she owned, and no way was she sacrificing it for her uncle Hank's crazy ghost-hunting expedition, even if she did feel obliged to help him since he was letting her stay in his guest room.
They rolled into town just before sunset, and drove through the quiet streets, people occasionally looking up to follow the van with their eyes, not particularly curious about its appearance, though Lily knew they must be aware that it carried strangers into their midst. Maybe they just didn't care.
When they drew closer to the mansion on the hill, she saw the glances cast at them change. The locals did care, then. They were shaking their heads as they watched the van roll on its way, and Lily wondered how many others had come here before her and her uncle and Fred. Maybe they were only the latest in a long line, and that was why the locals didn't seem to find the sight of an unfamiliar van
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