Beyond the Pale: The Darkwing Chronicles: Book One
by Savannah Russe, 2006

An Excerpt

"I didn't know," J whispered. 'I had heard, but I didn't really know. You look like. . . you look like something, not a bat . . . an angel."

"A dark angel," I said with a voice that seduced and mesmerized. "I am the reality of myths and nightmares. I am ancient desires come alive to haunt you." And with that, as he stood spellbound and unable to move, I flew closer to him. I landed lightly on the floor before him. His yes closed, then snapped open and looked deeply into mine, which were dark and fathomless, filled with melancholy. I leaned forward. My lips brushed his. He moaned. The man who had vowed never to touch me devoured my lips with an unmistakable hunger. I broke the kiss and moved my lips to his jaw. His eyes closed as I went lower and touched his neck, softly, gently with my teeth. I nipped yet did not bite. He stiffened but he didn't resist. Without total surrender, but submitting, he offered himself to me. No human can resist a vampire's seduction.

At that moment, however, I pulled back, and I laughed a cruel hard laugh. He stood there as if frozen. He had guts; I'll say that for him. And now he understood in the very fibers of his being what I had: power.

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