Ink In the Blood
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by Chandra Ryan
Category: Dark Fantasy/Romance
Description: In their world, ink is thicker than blood. Isabella Rathe's past of excess and indulgence is the least of her problems. Although clean for seven years, she fights a constant battle with her asura nature. But that battle pales in comparison to the complications of keeping a human alive in her world of magic, mythology and drugs. When the D.E.A. offered Isabella the chance at justice, she'd jumped at it. Evening the score with her half-brother was too great a temptation to resist. But what she hadn't counted on was falling for the agent assigned to her case. Can an asura, keep a human alive and continue down the road of sobriety?
eBook Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc., 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: March 2010
7 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [81 KB]
Reading time: 49-68 min.
His warmth chased away the emptiness, made her forget what he was, what she was, for a moment. "Was there something else, Agent?" She draped her arms across his shoulders as she asked the question, pulling his body to hers tightly.
Staring into his eyes, she saw the raw need housed there, but it was tempered with control.
The muscles in his jaw clenched as he looked over her shoulder into the dark night. After a moment, his eyes found hers again, but something in his gaze had changed, the flecks of silver among the gray had cooled, turned steely.
"It's been a pleasure working with you." His arms loosened their hold on her waist as if he was preparing to walk away.
But she didn't move. The thought of leaving his warmth was unbearable. Her fingers played with the short hairs at the nape of his neck as she breathed in his spicy scent. "Jacob?"
She knew she shouldn't say the words, but she couldn't resist. "Kiss me."
He smiled softly before complying. The kiss started out gentle, but months of frustration brought about by teasing innuendo and proximity proved too much for their patience. Resting against the cold metal of the car, she ran her fingers through his hair as he deepened the kiss.
She felt one hand slide under her skirt and up her thigh as the other held her tightly against him. Lost in the feeling of his body on hers, she forgot everything else. Until, suddenly, he pulled away from her, making her acutely aware of her wobbly knees and erratic breathing.
"Would you like to come up?" Her voice was slightly husky.
"I'd love to." He ran his fingers through his hair, visibly trying to regain his control. "Oh, you have no idea how much. But I've got to check in on another case before I call it a day."
"I see." It was physically painful to move away from him.
"I understand, Jacob. Really, I do."
"Can I see you again?" The question was soft, sounding almost vulnerable.
"You've got my number." With that, she turned away from him and began walking to her apartment. Every inch of her wanted to turn and watch him leave, but she refused to give in to the temptation. She'd been left enough times to know what it looked like; she didn't need to see it one more time.