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265 pages, ebook
First published March 12, 2015
Alec pressed his lips to Cronin’s. “If it were my choice, I would choose you. A thousand times over."
“You know, there’s a joke in there somewhere. A Highlander, a Viking, and a Samurai walk into a bar.”
“Covens?”
“Yes. Vampire colonies.”
“Are you in a coven?”
“Yes.”
“With Jodis and Eiji?”
“Yes.”
“How many others?”
“Four hundred and fifty-two.”
“Jesus.”
“No, he’s not one of them.” Cronin laughed and Alec balked. “I’m only joking.”
Alec narrowed his eyes at him. “Is that vampire humor?” Cronin still chuckled as he shrugged.
“I feel safe around you. I don’t know why. Everything in my head should be telling me to run… but it’s not. It’s telling me to stay.”
“Cronin’s chest tightened and his whole body heated. He could taste desire on his tongue and feel it pulse in his groin. Alec’s breaths grew shallow, his pupils dilated, his heart rate spiked, and Cronin opened his mouth, feeling his teeth ready to flex.”
"Alec finally, finally, realized what fated meant.
He wanted to be everything to Cronin. And he would be. Everything he needed, everything he wanted, Alec was it.
As Cronin was to him.
And Alec had never wanted anything more."
“M’cridhe. M’gràdh.” Words he never thought he’d say, words he never thought he’d feel. My heart, my love, forever.
My heart, my love, forever.Alec, who's real name is Ailig, is a NYPD Detective. He has seen many weird things in his life, but after a man crumbles to dust in his arms, his life turns into a new kind of weird and unexpectable.
"Okay. So you kill people for food."I liked Johan too, even though he didn't appear very often.
Cronin answered stoically. "Yes. Typically felons and those who intend to harm others, but yes."
Kole considered this for a moment. "But you're Scottish?"
"Yes."
Kole looked at Alec and smiled. "He's a Scot!"
"Please, Alec, don’t ever doubt what you are to me.” Alec’s heart tripped in his chest. “What am I to you?” Cronin’s reply was short and immediate. “Everything.”
"Alec finally, finally, realized what fated meant. He wanted to be everything to Cronin. And he would be. Everything he needed, everything he wanted, Alec was it. As Cronin was to him."
“Alec looked at Cronin. “Four days,” he whispered. Cronin squeezed his hand and swallowed hard. Almost thirteen long and lonely centuries had come down to just a matter of minutes. “It is too soon.”
“M’cridhe, m’gràdh, gu brath.”
Words he never thought he’d say, words he never thought he’d feel.
My heart, my love, forever.”
Alec took Cronin's hand. "I said to you on the second day I was here, I wasn't sure if it weren't for us being fated
that I'd choose you. But you have to know, Cronin, I would. I would choose you."
“M’cridhe. M’gràdh.”
Alec whispered his words back to him, “My heart. My love.”