Jordan Taylor is a feisty, take charge, Rubinesque beauty with a tough façade, but after a string of lackluster relationships, her dream of a man who truly loves her and appreciates her strength seems impossible…Until she meets Canaan, the man her fiancé claims is his best friend! Instinctively, she knows her neat, if lackluster life is about to change.
Born more than 200 years ago, Canaan looks like an angel but he’s far from it. In his world, the ratio of men to women is 500 to 1, and although he’s a superior being, he’s willing to break the most sacred law of his brothers, even drink human blood, to have one of his own. To claim Jordan as his own, Canaan will have to betray his friend, humble himself enough to win her love, and risk his very life.BUY THE eBOOK *** READ THE EXCERPT
Suddenly, Jordan stilled. Canaan heard her soft intake of breath. The acceleration of her heartbeat assured him that she knew he was there.
Canaan leaned his shoulder against the doorjamb, the top of his head a scant few inches from the top of the door. “Trouble sleeping?”
He was drawn in by her soft, liquid brown eyes as she stared at him, and he wondered if she realized her lips were parted. He didn’t want to frighten her, so he forced himself to remain still as her sweet scent of arousal sizzled along his spine. Desire for her nearly overwhelmed him, and he fought to maintain control. Her boyfriend, the man who thought he was his best friend was in the next room, for the One God’s sake. None of that mattered to him in the moment. His need for her was much more than physical. She was meant for him, and somehow she had always been his from the moment she was conceived. Now, he had to figure out how to claim her.
Just a taste. He took a step closer to her and leaned in, a latch flipping open inside him. Mmmm. A tiny wall-mounted mp3 player blared to life as he passed it, an energy storm building inside him, and his mind was consumed with
Canaan caught the book as it slipped from her hand, and held it up to read the title. “The Heavens are Telling. Hmmm. Not exactly my idea of light reading.” He held out his hand, inviting her to come with him.
“Um, just a minute.”
turned to grab her robe from the bottom of the bed. Jordan
Canaan smiled as she glanced to see whether Robert was still sleeping. He whispered, “we’ll be quiet.” He nodded in the direction of the sofa bed and led her from the room, pleasantly surprised by her easy acquiescence.
As soon as they left the room,
removed her hand from his and reached for her book. She gave him that suspicious look again, pursing her lips before she spoke. She sat in a chair across from the sofa. “What is it about you that sets me on edge?” Jordan
He lifted one of his eyebrows. Charming. “Oh, I don’t know. Am I more your type?” He crossed his arms, taking special notice of the quickening of her heartbeat and imagined her luscious chocolate nipples tightening to taut buds just waiting for his tongue. He braced himself for the lie, her sweet scent of arousal even stronger now.
“No.” She placed the book on the table beside her and stood, her expression daring him to come closer. “I don’t think Robert…”
The air shifted with her movement, and Canaan closed his eyes briefly, basking in her scent. Just one taste. He opened them, moving toward her. “Robert. You’re not going to say anything to Robert. If I decided to take you for myself, Robert would be the least of my problems.”