The Ravens Revisited: Colin
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by Rhiannon Neeley
Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy/Fantasy
Description: Heather Green teetered on the edge of Hell when Colin Moore appeared out of nowhere and snatched her back, encircling her in his strong arms--saving her from a fate worse than death. After her ordeal, Colin had been there, easing Heather back toward the light. Now she was strong again. And it was time to show him just how she felt--about him. Colin Moore's life had changed. Not only had he become one of the Raven Clan--a group of vampire hunters--but he had finally experienced something that had taken control of his world--love. The moment he had laid eyes on Heather Green, it was as if his soul had become complete. It had been excruciating, waiting for Heather to heal from her experience of being taken by vampires but she was worth the wait. Now it was time to unleash his feelings for her. But--there is a darkness on its way to Ravencrest, the home of the Unkindness and it will arrive in a flurry of raven black wings. Ramsey, once a prisoner of the Raven Clan, had escaped but he was on his way back. And this time, he's bringing reinforcements with him to exact his revenge. Will Colin be able to conquer the evil that invades Ravencrest or will Heather fall prey to the most powerful vampire of them all--Nicolas Reicher? Will Ravencrest finally crumble? Or will the power of love save them all?
eBook Publisher: Whispers Publishing, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: May 2008
7 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [169 KB]
Reading time: 106-149 min.
"You just have to remember where I come from. The streets of Chicago. I'm the one who used to get into the bar scene. That's as sophisticated as I get." She shifted closer to him. "Have you ever been in an underground bar?"
"I can't say I have." Coin was impressed by her mood. She was relaxed and talkative. Very different from when she had first arrived at Ravencrest. It had taken him days before he could get her to look him directly in the eye after they had brought her back here.
"You're smiling," she said, tilting her head. "Why are you smiling?"
"You. I'm smiling because of you."
She reached out and touched his arm that lay on the back of the couch. "I missed you these past weeks," she said softly.
"I missed you, too."
Heather placed her glass on the table. When she sat back again, she was closer to him.
Colin could smell her perfume. It was heady, musky--alluring. He drew in a slow breath, trying not to let her notice how it affected him.
Heather rested her hand lightly on his thigh. "I really missed you, Colin." She shifted closer still, her shimmering dress sparkling in the light. "We're different, you and I, but sometimes ... differences make things ... more interesting." Her eyelashes fluttered down.
Colin fisted the hand that was parked on the back of the couch. "Yes," he said, his voice tight in his throat. "I have always found you very intriguing."
Her lips quirked up at the corners. "Intriguing. The word makes it sound like you might find me ... attractive." Her hand inched up his thigh.
Colin's muscles tensed. This was the closest she had ever been to him, other than a touch of the hand. He shifted on the couch, bringing his arm down from its perch. His hand brushed against her back. Colin sucked in a breath as his hand connected with her bare skin. He hadn't realized her dress was backless. As if by instinct, he splayed his hand across her back, smoothing it over her skin. She was so tiny at the waist. He ran his fingers from side to side, tracing the curve of it.
"Do you find me attractive, Colin?" she asked, arching her back. Her hand on his thigh tightened.
Colin cleared his throat. If she moved that small hand of hers one inch higher, she'd know just how attracted to her he was. "Heather, I think you are absolutely lovely."
One corner of her lips rose in a half smile. "You have no idea just how much I've missed you." Heather wiggled one shapely leg, dropping her shoe to the floor. "I dreamed about you, I missed you that much." The other shoe followed.
Colin, still holding his wine glass, took a sip, his throat suddenly dry.
Heather eyed him as he drank, her eyes flashing with interest. "The dreams I had were very ... warm." He noticed her watching him, as he lowered the glass from his lips. Her eyes followed his movement as he rested the glass on his other thigh.
"I'm glad you have warm thoughts about me," Colin said. "I feel the same way toward you."
"You do?" Her eyes moved to his lips. "I wonder..." Her voice trailed off.
Colin held his breath. In her eyes was the heat of passion, a swirling warmth that drew him in. His mind tried to warn him not to go too far, to remember what she had been through, but when she leaned forward and ran her tongue over his lips, slowly, sensuously like a cat, all thought left him.
"Mmm," she purred. "It does taste better on your lips." She reached for his glass and brought it to his mouth. "Drink."
Colin took a sip, his eyes focused on her face. She held the sleepy look of satisfaction in her eyes, a smile playing on her parted lips.
After he took the sip, she took the glass from him and stretched to place it on the table. Colin caught the barest glimpse of a rose hued nipple before she turned back to him.
The next thing Colin knew, Heather had swung one leg over his lap and straddled him, one of her hands on each side of his head on the back of the couch. "Heather..." Before he could say anything else, her mouth was on his, her kiss insistent, demanding. Colin groaned, his hands finding her waist, holding her.
Heather moaned, her tongue probing his lips for entrance. He opened to her, reveling in the feel of her against him.
She thrust her tongue into his mouth, tasting, testing. "Mmm," she crooned, slanting her mouth over his.
Finally she broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. "Damn, Colin, you taste so good."