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I have a blanket behind the seat, a thick wool one. We can cuddle on the bleachers, and with the blanket wrapped around us no one will know if I sneak a feel every now and then." "I'll know." "God, I hope so. If you don't, then I've either lost my touch or my aim."
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Linda Howard |
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ad40677
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She'd taken some anthropology courses, because they'd seemed interesting, so she knew the dynamics of sexual instincts. That had to be it. Women responded to strong, powerful, or heroic men. In caveman days, that had meant higher chances of survival. Women didn't have to do that now, but the old instincts remained; how else could one explain the allure of Donald Trump for so many women?
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Linda Howard |
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15fcb96
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She went through the days silent and numb, coming alive only with hatred...
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Linda Howard |
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f2609f1
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because there may be a few coincidences in life, but none in crime. Everything has a motive.
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Linda Howard |
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a0a1cce
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Her eyes were raw, burning with the hell inside her.
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Linda Howard |
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42581c3
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He had destroyed her, so why couldn't she destroy him in return?
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Linda Howard |
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e928311
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Payback was always hell, wasn't it?
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Linda howard |
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You don't just... just float someone in the air like that!" she shouted, so beside herself she was almost frenzied. "Why? Is there some human law against it?"
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vampires
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Linda Howard |
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d40aec4
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Hurry," Hector urged, and his voice changed as his power surged, his tone and cadence sliding into the rhythm that said he was seeing the future. "Battle is in the air. I smell it. I can almost touch it. Death is coming Death is coming for us." With a click, the call disconnected."
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paranormal-urban-fantasy
warriors
vampires
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Linda Howard |
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97693ad
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An accident of birth had signed her death warrant. He could mark her name off his to-do list.
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paranormal-urban-fantasy
warriors
vampires
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Linda Howard |
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36f84e0
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I'm calling the police," she said, showing him the phone in her hand. He smiled, and for a moment she forgot about the phone. "You don't need the police." No, of course she didn't How silly."
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paranormal-urban-fantasy
warriors
vampires
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Linda Howard |
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a68743f
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Chloe put aside worries about her job, her life, and turned to face him. "Sex can't be the answer to everything," she said as she draped her arms around his strong neck. He bent his head to hers. "For now, it can," he said and kissed her."
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vampires
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Linda Howard |
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d199ffd
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He's thought he was willing to do anything in order to get what he wanted, what was right for his kind. He'd been certain any sacrifice was possible. He'd been wrong.
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vampires
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Linda Howard |
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c4f078e
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He lifted her hand to his mouth. The touch of his lips was soft on her scraped palm, the tiny licks of his tongue so light she could barely feel them. Wait. He was licking her? "You can't lick me," she said sternly. "i don't know your name." He looked up and a quick grin slashed across his face. "Luca," he said.... "Luca," she repeated. "Is that an America name?" "No." He lifted her hand to his mouth again, and his tongue once more began a ..
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vampires
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Linda Howard |
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92d35f3
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A small village lay just over the farthest hill. When he had to feed, he went there. And when he left after feeding, the people he'd met, even those he'd fed upon, immediately forgot he'd been there at all. Every time he entered the village, the residents greeted him as a new visitor. That was his power, his curse, his salvation; no one remembered him.
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vampires
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Linda Howard |
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9385366
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heaven or hell...She couldn't tell one from the other.
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Linda Howard |
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Pure hell was living in her eyes.
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Linda Howard |
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There was no going back...because some roads you just couldn't travel again.
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Linda Howard |
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5ecff7f
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Unfortunately, what should or should not be had no relation to what was.
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Linda Howard |
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13d22c8
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In the rest room next door there was a long, explosive sound of gas releasing, then a contented 'Ahhh.' Grace clapped a hand over her mouth to hold back the hysterical giggle that rose in her throat. She had to finish before he did, or he might hear her. The competition was the strangest in which she'd ever engaged.
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time-travel
paranormal-romance
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Linda Howard |
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664881c
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Jay stepped into the room, and for a split second both her heart and lungs seemed to stop functioning. Then her heart lurched into rhythm again, and she drew a deep, painful breath. Tears sprang to her eyes as she stared at the inert form on the white hospital bed, and his name trembled soundlessly on her lips. It didn't seem possible that this ... this could be Steve.
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Linda Howard |
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c839e07
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The voice was calm and infinitely tender. He didn't understand the words, because unconsciousness still wrapped his mind in layers of blackness, but he heard the voice, felt it, like something warm touching his skin. It made him feel less alone, that tiny, dim contact. Something hard and vital in him focused on the contact, yearning toward it, forcing him upward out of the blackness, even though he sensed the fanged monsters that waited for..
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Linda Howard |
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eedbe56
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She glanced at her watch. He'd been massaging his legs for half an hour. "I think that's enough," she said firmly. "Don't you want to go back to bed?" He straightened up in the wheelchair and his teeth flashed in a grin. "Baby, I'm so tired of that bed, the only way you could get me back in it would be if you crawled in there with me."
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romantic-thriller
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Linda Howard |
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55589db
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She whimpered softly into his mouth. "We can't," she cried, desperation and desire tearing her apart. "The hell we can't," he rasped, taking her hand and moving it down his body to where his flesh strained at the fabric of his pants. Her fingers jerked at the contact: then a spasm of pain crossed her pale face, and her hand lingered involuntarily, exploring the dimensions of his arousal. He caught his breath. "Jay, baby, don't' stop me now..
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romantic-thriller
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Linda Howard |
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0a2d392
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His head jerked up. For another moment he was motionless. Her lips were parted slightly, trembling. Her eyes looked heavy. Her nipples were hard little circles plainly visible though the wet dress, her arms limp at her sides as she let him look. He shuddered, and his control snapped. She couldn't move. He walked toward her without taking his gaze from her, without seeing or hearing anything else, a primal male animal intent on mating. He w..
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romantic-thriller
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Linda Howard |
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29fc9ea
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Her lips parted slightly in a smile so female it took his breath away, and her deep blue eyes beckoned him, dared him. Once again her hips lifted. "What are you waiting for?" she breathed. "For you," he answered, and even as he lost himself in the mindless ecstasy of making love to her, the truth of that remained. He'd waited for her forever."
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romantic-thriller
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Linda Howard |
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6a2db9c
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Sudden, hell. I've been hard for two months.
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romantic-thriller
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Linda Howard |
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5770e30
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Do you want romantic? I can try. I'm more of a see-it, want-it, go-for-it type of guy, and I did: see you, want you, go for you." Her"
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Linda Howard |
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f7c0cc7
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No matter how much damage he had done, he hadn't won.
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Linda Howard |
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078563b
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He was gone, but she wasn't free of him.
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Linda Howard |
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dfc9372
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It's daylight. Shouldn't you have burned to a crisp, or something? Don't you have to crawl into a coffin? Where do you keep it stashed, anyway?" "I've never owned a coffin," he admitted, unable to hold back a smile."
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vampires
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Linda Howard |
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21ecdfe
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Chloe said the first thing that popped into her head., "I don't sleep with dead guys..." Luca gave her an amused look. "Good. I'm not dead. Never have been.... I'm immortal."
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vampires
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Linda Howard |
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085c463
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That was the thing about cats; even the scruffiest one was convinced of its innate superiority.
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Linda Howard |
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ecdf7d7
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Women, music, beer, and pie. Rurik, you're just an all-American guy.
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warriors
vampires
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Linda Howard |
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523680c
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Do you like her?
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Linda Howard |
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a2c6d5e
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She was holding her breath, waiting to start living.
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Linda Howard |
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cdf48f8
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She had learned never to look back, never to give fate a second chance to kick her in the teeth.
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Linda Howard |
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874ccf2
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You don't have any brain damage. Any. Not even minimal. So now I have to believe in miracles, because you're a living, breathing, walking, talking miracle, and that means there's something else out there after all of this, isn't there?
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Linda Howard |
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c5c508b
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Why is it when a man gets mad, he's aaangry, but when a woman gets mad, it's just a tantrum?" She paused, struck by what he'd said."
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Linda Howard |
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f7caa11
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She had opened the refrigerator door and was looking at her supply of frozen microwave dinners with an expression of distaste when the doorman buzzed. Deciding to forget about dinner, something she'd done too often lately, she depressed the switch. "Yes, Dennis?" "Mr. Payne and Mr. McCoy are here to see you, Ms. Granger," Dennis said smoothly. "From the FBI." "What?" Jay asked, startled, sure she'd misunderstood. Dennis repeated the mess..
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Linda Howard |
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efc3c9a
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He was silent a moment; then he said, "I want a drink of water." She almost laughed aloud, because it was such a mundane request that could have been made of anyone, but then she saw the tension in his jaw and lips and realized that, again, he was checking out his condition, and he wanted her with him. She turned to the small Styrofoam pitcher that was kept full of crushed ice, which she used to keep his lips moist. The ice had melted enou..
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thriller
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Linda Howard |
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7f4d11b
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Calmly, deliberately, he moved his hands down to her breasts and molded his fingers over them. Jay inhaled sharply, and he said, "Easy, easy," as he stroked the soft mounds. "Steve, no." But her eyes were closing as warm pleasure built in her, her blood beating slowly and powerfully through her veins. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples and she quivered, her breasts beginning to tighten. "You're so soft." His voice roughened even more. "Go..
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thriller
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Linda Howard |
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ce7cfb6
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Jina Matthews, who worked at the cubicle directly beside Carlin's, wasn't having a good way, either. She was on her phone, her expression tense. She and her boyfriend had been fighting a lot lately, and it looked as if Jina was at the end of her rope. She said a few choice words, then thumbed a button on her phone. Looking across the aisle at Carlin, she made a wry face. "It was much more satisfying when you could slam a phone down. Pushi..
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Linda Howard |
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3d1e5eb
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She shook her head, as if she couldn't
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Linda Howard |