"Tell me it meant nothing to you. Tell me I mean nothing to you. Look me in the face and tell me, but don't you dare lie to me."

His jaw is rigid as he looks down at me, his eyes stormy and so dark blue that they are nearly black. 

"If you meant nothing then this would be easier," he says. His hands are trembling, fisted in my shift and I press myself against him. "If you meant nothing," he says, his lips just above mine. "Then I would not have to walk away."

***

Ella Crow was going to be the next Alpha of her pack, instead turning out to be an outcast with no supernatural gift.

Christian St Clair is a royal vampire who seems unable to control his hunger for Ella. Everything around her seems to be one mystery after another and it's not a world that a country girl from a woodland pack knows how to travel. 

Is there love to be found on the brink of war?

The Children of the Moon is created by Harriett Nielsen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The Children of the Moon

I'm lying on him. I'm lying on the Centurion. I'm pressed up against his warm firm chest and he's thrown an arm around me to keep me from falling off the bed and I think my tongue may be too big for my mouth because I can't swallow or even really think. 


I know I should say something but I can't think of what to say or even how I'm meant to look him in the eyes. I'm on top of him in a bed. My mother would be so ashamed of me right now. 


At least I think she would. I'm sure she said something about not going to bed with handsome young men. It probably counts at least twice if you fall on top of them from a window and they have eyes like sea glass. 


"What are you -" he begins, but is cut off by a loud rapping from the door. "Goddess, hide!" 


Chapter 19: Aren't you happy to see me?