Gargoylesembrace (2013)
“Strong male arms enclosed her and it took a moment to remember. When she recalled her night with Danton, she was positive what she experienced wasn’t a dream. The man behind her held her in a protective embrace, reminding her of who and what he was.
A gargoyle.
Holy shit!
Her heart pounded. Gargoyles existed. They could transform into men. The statue she spoke to many times in Vamps had turned into a mouthwatering Viking warrior with the cock of a god who’d fucked her like no other man had before.
The man in her bed whose arms were entwined around her.
Tracy sat up and his arm fell down across her lap. His blond hair splayed across the pillow like a crown and over his face. She moved a strand of hair from his cheek. His face appeared peaceful, so young. She wondered how old he actually was. Decades? Centuries?
Her movement must have stirred him as his eyes fluttered and then opened.
“Bon matin, mon ange.”
She knew enough high school French to respond. “Bon matin, Danton.”
He laughed.
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