Rose Morgeaux is a healer, not a killer, so training to fight is the last thing she wants to do. And if going against everything she believes in isn’t bad enough, she has to do it with the eyes of the dark and handsome Callahan McCray on her back.Cal’s seen the work of Warlocks firsthand when one killed his brother a year ago, so Rose’s hybrid heritage is all the reason he needs to stay away. Teaching her to throw a knife was not on his agenda, but neither was falling for her.
When Rose begins to pay a heavy price for her passions, Cal’s love must be enough to save her from herself and keep her from following in her grandfather’s dark footsteps.
“Practice. Raise the blade.” He stepped behind her and repositioned her shoulders. “Move the left leg like this, and the right leg like that.”
She mimicked his stance.
He touched her, his hands eased along her arms, and warmth followed in their path. “Like this?” she asked.
He grabbed her waist, and turned her ever so slightly, then leaned next to her ear. His breath tingled her cheek, and other places. “Just like this.” He turned his mouth toward her ear. “Throw.”
He stepped back.
She kept one eye open, and narrowed the other one, then threw. The blade hit hard, just slightly left of the bulls eye. Wow. Better. “Show me again? I think I missed a step.”
Cal shoved his hand through his thick hair, and moved behind her, repeating his touching her as she’d hoped. His hands pressed down her thighs. She positioned her legs where he guided them. The feeling of his lingering fingers near her ass heated her entire body.
“Bend your knees slightly.” He pushed her hips wanting her lower yet.
Tingles shot between her legs, down to her toes. Dear God. Was she panting?
“Aim,” he whispered next to her head. “Now throw.”
How could she focus with him touching her? She took a deep breath and threw. Bullseye. “Yes!” She jumped up and down and somehow ended up in Cal’s arms. “It worked.”
Cal lifted her off her feet. “Aye, I knew it would.”
He lowered her until her mouth was even with his, and she couldn’t control herself. She kissed him. He held her, her feet dangling, and kissed her back. He allowed her to slide until her feet touched the ground, pressing fully against him. She noticed—god, did she ever notice—he was ready.
After a minute, he pulled back. “Rose, don’t tempt me.”
She swallowed, trying to slow her breathing. Why did she ache so much? It was like she was a cat in heat, and no matter what she told herself, she wanted Cal. “I’m not.”
“You are,” He grabbed her wrist.
bout the Author
Dawn might occasionally have a gator parked in her front yard there on the bayou, but it’s the snakes that really scare the bejeezus out of her. So instead, she tends to hole herself up with a good romance book, chocolate by the pound, or marathon tv viewing of Game of Thrones, Hell On Wheels, Downton Abbey, Arrow, various home renovation shows and Supernatural—oh Dean. *swoons*