CoCo Jeffres served her kind during the war between the vampires and werewolves. But that war has been over for a century and she thought she'd left everything on the battlefield, including forbidden lust.
Grayson West would recognize the beautiful vampire anywhere. Her eyes, her lips, her touch are burned into his memory. Now there's nothing stopping him from claiming the kiss he was denied so long ago.
But can they stop with just a kiss?
Warning: includes a sexy werewolf, a slightly exhibitionist vampire, hot beach sex, seductive sex against a palm tree, and a scorching hot 100 year old romance in the making.
Don't miss the second, third and fourth book in the series.
A Werewolf to Call Her Own (Book 2)
Games Demons Play (Book 3)
Pursued by a Werewolf (Book 4)
He was alone. She was alone. There was no war, no battle between their kinds. Nothing standing in their way.
Except her friendship with Izzy. And despite what her coven might think, sex with a werewolf was just sex. Hot, sweaty sex.
She wouldn’t make the same mistake as last time. No. She would not sleep tonight without knowing the power of his kiss. But not here. Not in such a public place where word could get back to Izzy that Coco was kissing the enemy.
She glanced at him from beneath her lashes. Wolf.
He inclined his head, one single graceful nod. Vamp.
Coco wasn’t opposed to doing the chasing, but tonight she felt like being pursued. Letting her gaze linger a moment longer, she offered him an inviting smile.
Then she turned and strode toward the beach. At the edge of the terrace, she took the boardwalk back the way she’d come. A tendril of excitement wound around her. The sparks were still there, arcing between them. Perhaps if she didn’t stop at an almost-kiss this time, she could finally get him out of her head.
When she came to the end of the boardwalk and found an expanse of sand before her, she knew she’d gone the wrong way. That’s what she got for walking around preoccupied. Not to mention, she’d failed to memorize the map during the plane ride the way Ceara had. With tall trees and thick shrubbery surrounding her, it was hard to tell exactly where she was. But the path before her was clear and lit by small lanterns. And she had no doubt that her wolf was right behind her.
She stepped into the sugar-soft sand and the chunky heels sank. Her arms flailed as her ankles twisted. Years of battle had taught her how to stay upright in the toughest conditions. Her lightning-fast reflexes kicked in and she righted herself before frowning down at the shoes. Bending at the waist, she unbuckled the straps and slipped her feet out. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as a shadow fell across the sand at her feet.
“For a minute there, I thought you didn’t remember me.” Without even looking at his face, she knew the deep masculine voice belonged to her wolf.