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Authors: Melissa F. Hart
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Copyright © 2013 by Melissa F. Hart. All rights
reserved worldwide.
No part of this book may be replicated,
redistributed, or given away in any form or by any electronic or
mechanical means, without the prior written consent of the
author/publisher.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of
the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is
purely coincidental
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Synopsis
Hunter's Heart
In a world of vampire clans and expected
alliances, Garrett is a loner. He hurts no one. He helps no one.
But his very refusal to join a clan puts him in danger from the
often vicious blood families. When a nearby clan sends a hunting
party to convert or kill him, he encounters the deadly and
beautiful Tahlia. The sparks immediately fly between the two
vampires, leading to a final confrontation that could put them both
at risk.
Falling for an angel (Angel at Large, Book
1)
Adrian is a messenger angel. He loves nothing
better than zipping through the realms, dodging the enemies who try
to keep him from doing his duty. He is fast and swift and as
dedicated as they come. But he’s a fun loving individual. Even
though he likes being an angel, he is lonely and can’t help
wondering what it would be like to have someone that belongs to
him, and that he belongs to. So when his best friend, the guardian
angel Cassel falls in love with his mortal and he finds out that
the only hope is for him to also find love, he embraces the
challenge in his usual fun loving way. How hard can it be to find a
mortal who will love him? He’s good looking, smart and can show her
a good time. Unfortunately, he meets and is instantly attracted to
Melissa, the only mortal woman in the world who is not impressed
either by his good looks, his wit or his charm. To win her heart,
he will have to reach deep into himself to discover what she really
wants.
Christmas Choices (When Naughty Becomes so
Nice, Book 1)
When Andie Nichols breaks up with her
controlling boyfriend Evan Harrington just before the big Christmas
party, she dreads going and having to see him there. Still, she
doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she
didn’t go just to avoid him, so she takes up residence at the free
bar, just hoping to avoid him That’s when she meets Ryan Miller and
kisses him to show off to Evan. Ryan is shocked, but likes it. They
leave the party together, and Ryan reveals a shocking secret of his
own. He likes a woman who isn’t afraid to demand what she wants and
offers to be her sex slave. The choice is all hers, but if she is
willing to be a little naughty, he promises to make her feel oh so
very nice.
It's Not Enough (The Clover Leaf Café, Book
1)
Jeff Masterson is a cynical businessman. He
has no time for love and no time for women except in the bedroom.
Lisa Smith is vulnerable when her long term boyfriend dumps her for
a man. She felt an instant attraction to Jeff but working in The
Clover Leaf Café, she had heard of his reputation as a one night
stand man and agrees to go off with Jeff but it will only be one
night. What she does not count on though is the flood of feelings
that night releases in her. She can’t seem to get Jeff out of her
mind. She knows she is just another one night stand but the way
Jeff keeps coming at her, she is beginning to think he might see
her as more. But she’s not sure she is ready to trust again so
soon.
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Table of Contents
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The waitress poured Garrett’s coffee,
treating him to a long glimpse of her cleavage, the plump breasts
propped up in a red lace bra in the V-neck of her tight
t-shirt.
“If you want anything else,” she murmured in
her cigarette-burned voice. “Just ask.” Or take.
The invitation was there in her eyes for
Garrett to plainly see, but he merely nodded his thanks and slipped
a ten dollar bill under the pepper shaker for the two dollar
coffee. The waitress, who looked barely out of her teens,
reluctantly turned away from him to tend to her other customers,
twitching her hips provocatively with each step.
Garrett curled his hands around the steaming
hot mug of black coffee, not at all tempted by the human female’s
antics. He had been alone for a very long time. No friend. No
family. And definitely no woman. Still, he was willing to go even
longer without sex and companionship rather than wasting his time
with a breakable human woman he couldn’t use his full strength
on.
Through the window of the late-night Atlanta
diner, a brilliant crescent moon burned through the trailing
clouds. The night was dark and full, a beautiful cloak for the city
wreathed in lights. Summer heat reached Garrett, even in the
building with its firmly closed doors and cold air conditioning
system. He sat at the back at the diner in the vinyl booth, warming
his hands around his cup of coffee and pondering his solitary
nature.
As a human, the aloneness was something he
had chosen. He was a rarity among his people and had gotten used to
walking the solitary path. But his isolation was something he
thought would end when he found a woman he wanted to make his wife;
then they would make beautiful children together. Create a
beautiful life.
But then Grayson had come along, the vampire
who made him, and Garrett was consigned to being alone forever. He
brought the hot coffee to his lips, feigned taking a sip just for
the simple and decadent sensation of warmth against his cold
face.
Nearly midnight. More than half a dozen
humans in the diner, drinking coffee, eating their meals, enjoying
an evening indoors away from the muggy summer heat. In the corner
of the diner, a TV played the latest hot reality show. Women making
fools of themselves for a few moments in front of a camera.
The harsh cry of a woman jerked his head away
from the TV screen.
“Help!” A howl of agony.
A human woman in need. She screamed again.
The sound provoked the beast in him, the fear in the woman’s voice.
But he had ignored that part of him for long enough that it took a
mere thought to silence it.
Garrett looked around the diner, expecting
one of the men in the large room, especially the burly one with the
beard and thick bowl full of chili on the table in front of him, to
jump up and run to the woman’s rescue. He seemed like the type to
get off on saving women in need. Garrett linked his fingers around
the coffee cup and inhaled again that warm heat, that scent he had
loved as a human. His eyes closed briefly as the savored the
scent.
When he opened his eyes again, the man was
still there. Calmly eating his chili, while the other man across
from him extensively detailed a monster truck rally he’d recently
been to. Garrett felt himself stirring restlessly. Why didn’t these
men do something to help the wailing woman? He wasn’t so far gone
from his humanity that such screams did not move him.
“Help me!” the woman cried out, over and over
again. Her voice rose, shrieking into the night like a siren.
It was a wonder these men, these human
beings, could ignore such agonized cries without flinching. Human?
Weren’t they supposed to be the ones rushing to the aid of the
weak? Sheltering the sheep from ravening beasts? He looked around
him as the woman’s voice grew even more desperate, then came what
sounded like the gurgling of blood in her lungs. Garrett jumped to
his feet.
He left the booth and swiftly crossed the
small cafe, ignoring the waitress disappointed eyes on him. He let
himself out the door and into the cool darkness that immediately
enfolded him. As always, in the night, he felt invincible. The
darkness touched his skin like a lover, tugging him deeper into her
mysteries as he left the world of light and civility behind.
The woman’s cries still rose up in the air.
If anything, they were louder, more pleading, more heart rending.
Garrett ran toward her pain. He searched the night, running faster
than human eyes could see, searching in the dark corners of the
human world, this Atlanta where he’d found himself living for the
last sixty years.
Garrett ran through the streets, hands
flexing into claws, preparing to fight humans or even other
vampires to save the woman. But when he found her, stumbled upon
the bright red smell of her in a lonely cul-de-sac, she was
alone.
Face down and bleeding in a clearing at the
end of a dead end street. Far enough away from the diner that it
seemed incredible to him that he’d even heard the woman crying out.
No wonder the others in the diner hadn’t reacted. They hadn’t heard
the woman at all.
A yellow street blanketed her prone form in
its pitiless lighting. The smell of blood was like a too-heavy
perfume around the woman. Garrett swallowed against his sudden
hunger at the tantalizing scent and crept closer to the woman.
He thought he’d been used their smells,
living among humans - or at least on the periphery of their human
city - for all these years. But there was something almost
intoxicating about the blood around this woman, or was it the blood
in her veins? Her hair was thick and black, spilling over a leather
jacket and onto the pavement. He couldn’t see her face but her body
was slender, her shape pleasing under the jeans that clung to her
hips and thighs.
Garrett growled silently at himself. Had he
been without a woman so long that he would ogle a helpless female
at a time when she needed a hospital or worse? He reached out a
hand to feel for her pulse. He felt a stab of disappointment. There
was none.
But suddenly, the woman jerked up into a
sitting position, leapt up to land on her feet in a crouch, a hand
swiftly rising with a needle, a syringe. Garrett leapt back, on his
feet in an instant. He stared at the creature he’d thought was
human. Wide black eyes. Thick hair falling straight around her face
like black rain. She bared her teeth.
Vampire!
“I’m no human easily taken down, outsider!”
Her voice was husky and rough. Dark and compelling like her hair,
her face.
