Ensnared by Blood
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by Claire Ashgrove
Description: Beth Whitley has finally put her life back together after her husband's betrayal and is determined to piece together the clues to her past. But she never imagines an ancient scroll bearing the name of a Celtic ancestor will plunge her into a world of demonic ritual. Nor does she suspect that a kiss shared with genealogist Fintan McClaine will unveil the secrets of her dreams and a burning desire. Fintan McClaine wants freedom from the dark curse he's suffered for centuries. When Beth arrives with evidence that she shares ancestral ties with his Selgovae Celt tribe, he must confront the truth of his inherited damnation. As he struggles to convince Beth the truth within her dreams, she awakens a dangerous and forbidden yearning in his heart. To save them both, Fintan must convince Beth to believe in herself and her ability to overpower his unholy sire. If he fails, he will remain an eternal slave to his tainted blood and lose Beth forever.
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc., 2012
eBookwise Release Date: May 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [190 KB]
Reading time: 112-156 min.
"Yes." She stuffed rumpled clothes on top of the toiletries.
"Yes. I'm calling a cab."
"Don't go." The whispered request popped free before Fintan could bite it behind his teeth.
For an instant, Beth's hands stilled. She lifted her head, looking at him fully for the first time. When she spoke, her words lacked the bitterness of emotion. "I think it's for the best."
Not in a hundred lifetimes was it for the best. Regardless of how much he wanted her to stay, Drandar and Brigid knew about the scroll. Even if that ancient rite remained locked in Fintan's desk, his sire would hunt Beth down. She knew their secrets. Possessed the knowledge of his demise. Aside from the fact she might return at any moment to fulfill the ritual, Drandar's pride alone wouldn't allow her to walk free. Much less live.
On legs that felt like lead, Fintan crossed to Beth and set his hands on her shoulder. "Please don't go."
Wide, tremulous eyes held his, brimming with emotion she couldn't hide behind the firm, unrelenting lines of her mouth. He cupped the side of her face in his palm, falling deeper into the feeling that shone in her jade green stare. His thumb stroked her pursed lips. "Leaving doesn't solve things."
Her shoulders sagged with her sigh. "There's nothing to solve, Fintan."
"No?" His gaze dipped to her mouth. "What about this?" Drawn by a force greater than himself, he bent his head and touched his lips to hers. Slowly, he played upon them, gently nipping, sucking at her lower lip, easing her mouth open until he slipped inside and stroked her tongue with his.