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Once upon a time, humankind ruled the world while lycans and vampires lived in secret.
This is no longer that time.
Willow
They're chasing me, even into my dreams.
And when I awake, I see him. Striking black eyes with a hint of the devil inside. He's my savior and my worst nightmare combined.
Because he owns me.
He found me.
He saved me.
But I don't want to be owned. I want to be free. Even if it kills me.
Ryder
I needed a diversion, a plaything, something to distract me from this perpetual boredom. And she appeared as if the Almighty above had heard my prayers.
Or, more accurately, the devil.
Because I'm not a good man. Humanity died inside me long ago. It was what I needed to survive.
But she's such a pretty little thing. I think I'll keep her and make her mine. At least for a little while. Humans are so fragile, after all.
Welcome to Ryder Region.
It may not be mine yet, but it will be soon.
For I haven't lived this long by playing nice.
I prefer to bite.
* * *
"Are you flirting with death, sweetheart?" Ryder asked me, his eyebrow arching.
His dark eyes held a note of amusement in them that didn't match the threat of his hand around my throat. Perhaps this entertained him--my weakness and impending death. Typical vampire.
It made me want to defy him, not by withholding my name but by giving one, to show him I'd been living in a world of defiance for years. That his oppression meant shit to me. That I would overcome this, even if it required my death.
"Willow," I mouthed at him, the lack of air making it impossible to add sound.
His gaze dropped to my lips. "Say that again."
"Willow," I repeated, then gasped violently as he loosened his grip on my throat.
"One more time," he demanded.
"Willow." It came out on a rasp, my lungs burning as much-needed oxygen poured down my abused airway.
"Willow," he said as if tasting the name. "Yes, I like that."
He drew his thumb across the pulse point of my neck, his body solid and hard against mine.
"What will I do with you?" he mused, his gaze dropping to where my chest met his torso. His pupils flared, as did his nostrils as he inhaled my scent.
I swallowed, my throat raw. It had seemed like a rhetorical question, so I remained silent while he considered me.
"You intrigue me, pet," he finally said after a beat. "I suggest you continue to do so. It's the only reason you're still alive."
Genre: Paranormal Romance
This is no longer that time.
Willow
They're chasing me, even into my dreams.
And when I awake, I see him. Striking black eyes with a hint of the devil inside. He's my savior and my worst nightmare combined.
Because he owns me.
He found me.
He saved me.
But I don't want to be owned. I want to be free. Even if it kills me.
Ryder
I needed a diversion, a plaything, something to distract me from this perpetual boredom. And she appeared as if the Almighty above had heard my prayers.
Or, more accurately, the devil.
Because I'm not a good man. Humanity died inside me long ago. It was what I needed to survive.
But she's such a pretty little thing. I think I'll keep her and make her mine. At least for a little while. Humans are so fragile, after all.
Welcome to Ryder Region.
It may not be mine yet, but it will be soon.
For I haven't lived this long by playing nice.
I prefer to bite.
* * *
"Are you flirting with death, sweetheart?" Ryder asked me, his eyebrow arching.
His dark eyes held a note of amusement in them that didn't match the threat of his hand around my throat. Perhaps this entertained him--my weakness and impending death. Typical vampire.
It made me want to defy him, not by withholding my name but by giving one, to show him I'd been living in a world of defiance for years. That his oppression meant shit to me. That I would overcome this, even if it required my death.
"Willow," I mouthed at him, the lack of air making it impossible to add sound.
His gaze dropped to my lips. "Say that again."
"Willow," I repeated, then gasped violently as he loosened his grip on my throat.
"One more time," he demanded.
"Willow." It came out on a rasp, my lungs burning as much-needed oxygen poured down my abused airway.
"Willow," he said as if tasting the name. "Yes, I like that."
He drew his thumb across the pulse point of my neck, his body solid and hard against mine.
"What will I do with you?" he mused, his gaze dropping to where my chest met his torso. His pupils flared, as did his nostrils as he inhaled my scent.
I swallowed, my throat raw. It had seemed like a rhetorical question, so I remained silent while he considered me.
"You intrigue me, pet," he finally said after a beat. "I suggest you continue to do so. It's the only reason you're still alive."
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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