Some call him the Angel of Death, but Caleb knows better. He doesn’t kill. He erases life. Centuries ago, the Higher Powers created him to walk the terrestrial plane, eradicating those from existence who have either earned punishment or asked for dissolution. No attachments, no commitments, no problems.<br><br>His latest assignment should have been as easy as the rest. But the second he gets invited into Leandro Warnell’s remote Alaskan cabin, Caleb knows something is different. It’s more than the overpowering physical attraction between them. It’s more than the inconsistencies that have plagued this assignment from the start.<br><br>It’s the mark Leandro wears over his heart, the symbol unique to Caleb’s body. Because the only way he could’ve got the tattoo is if Caleb had given it to him…and the man who’s collected memories for the last thousand years has no recollection ever meeting Leandro before ...

Forgotten Faces

“What do you want?” His voice rasped like sandpaper, gone hoarse in the face of his desire. “Anything, Caleb. Everything I am, everything I have, it’s yours. It always has been.”


In that moment, I wanted to lick that beautiful brown skin all over, and claim him as I’d clearly owned him in Jamaica. Time was not on my side, however, and as ravenous as I was for him, I didn’t want to waste any more than necessary. Later, I promised myself. When I found the answers that would keep us both alive and give us eternity. Then, I would use and abuse every minute he gave me.


“You spread open on the bed.” I began to carry him toward the piece of furniture in question, nestled in the far corner. “I hope all your careful planning included buying lots of lube.”


A wicked smile curved his generous mouth. “My careful planning did more than that.”


Chapter 22