Blood Laws

<p>Astasiya Davenport's best friend is dead. No not just dead--murdered. Burned alive. Decapitated. And the only one who can help her figure out what happened is a demon masquerading as a billionaire playboy.<br /><br />Because <em>that</em> happens in real life.<br /><br />Yet Astasiya has always known the supernatural exists. Not the kind in fairy tales or happily-ever-afters but the kind that kills.<br /><br />Issac Wakefield knows the rules--when you find a fledgling immortal in the city you kill her. Except Astasiya intrigues him with her uncanny abilities marking her as too useful for death.<br /><br />With revenge on his mind he strikes up an agreement with her instead one that'll benefit them both. But as complications arise secrets unravel initiating a lethal game that threatens both of their lives.<br /><br />Loyalties will be tested.<br />Bonds will be made.<br />And a forbidden love will rise.<br /><br /><em>Welcome to the Immortal Curse world where angels and vampires are redefined and Seraphim reign. </em> <br /><br /><strong>2017 New Apple Book Awards Romance Solo Medalist Winner</strong> </p><p><br /><strong>***</strong>  <br /><br />"What are you wearing under this dress?" he asked his mouth brushing hers the words whisper-soft.<br /><br />Not what she expected him to say. "E-excuse me?"<br /><br />His teeth sank into her lower lip making her yelp. "Focus."<br /><br /><em>On what? The demon club? The humans dying downstairs? The fact that you're a f*cking vampire? Where should I begin?</em><br /><br />He sighed his forehead falling to hers. "Astasiya we have very little time to sort this before the Conclave. I need you to work with me. Both our lives depend on it. What are you wearing?"<br /><br />She cleared her throat her hold on his neck tightening as if needing his support to respond. And maybe she did. This was all a lot to take in. "A uh thong" she managed to say. "And a strapless bra." Both black and lacy but she didn't add that part.<br /><br />One of his hands drifted from her hair to her waist then down to her ass. His palm flattened and forced her to arch up into him. A breath hitched in her throat at the feel of his growing arousal.<br /><br /><em>He's turned on... here... now?</em><br /><br />She trembled the heat of his body seeping into her cool skin warming her blood. They were standing rather close. And he smelled amazing as always.<br /><br />Anywhere else in the dark she'd have kissed him.<br /><br />But here...<br /><br />"The dress will have to stay then" he said the disappointment evident in his voice.<br /><br />She frowned. "What's wrong with my dress?" It hit her midthigh and clung to her curves. She looked good in it.<br />He ignored her his mouth brushing hers in a chaste kiss as his hips pressed firmly into hers.<br /><br />Definitely aroused.<br /><br />"You're going to see things tonight that will make you want to scream but you must remain calm and quiet. Mortals who overreact die and they die badly."</p>