BOOKS 1-5
EVE NEWTON
PROLOGUE
London, England, 1012 - Aefre
I loved him. I loved being with him. Somehow, he made the fear and dreariness of my life safer, exciting, and bearable.
I lived for those stolen moments with him in the barn, just the two of us. I always wanted it to be just the two of us. Always and forever.
I traced my finger down his long, lean body, and enjoyed his reaction to my touch.
“Ah, my sweet Aefre. I want to take you away with me. Show you the world. Show you my world. Say you will come with me. Say you will be mine,” he whispered softly.
“Yes, my love. Take me with you. I don't ever want to be without you. I–I love you.” I told him the last three words hesitantly.
He looked at me with those dark, amber-flecked eyes, full of wonder at my words and they filled with love.
He kissed me softly. “I love you, my sweet,” he whispered back.
His strong fingers felt their way down my neck to my small breasts, my nipples already erect. His lips followed shortly, pausing at my throat. He inhaled deeply and sighed. Licking me softly, he muttered words I didn't understand but sounded so perfect coming from his lips. His hands moved further down, across my flat stomach until he finally reached where I was aching for him to touch me.
I had known him such a few short weeks, but he already knew me, knew my body. He knew how to make me embrace my womanhood instead of shying away from it and being fearful. He had taught me that this act between man and woman could be pleasurable and not just endured or feared.
Encouraged, he moved above me and entered me slowly as if relishing every moment. His shoulder length black hair, undone of its tie, tickled my face as he bent down to deepen his kiss. He sucked on my lower lip, nipped me sharply with his teeth and I gasped in surprise. I turned us over and rose above him, placing my small hands on his muscular chest, the tips of my long blonde hair grazed him. My bright green eyes gazed adoringly into his, so dark they were almost black. I lowered myself further onto him, feeling him rock hard inside me and it aroused me more. I felt the rush between my legs as I got wetter. I started to move my hips back and forth as he had shown me. Finding a rhythm, he grabbed my hips, h
is fingers digging deep into my soft flesh. Pulling me onto him, deeper and deeper, he groaned. I was thrilled that I could please him and it in turn aroused me further.
“Oh, my sweet, I love being inside you,” he murmured, eyes narrowed in lust. His look of ardor turned into one of surprise. As he sat upright, with me still cradled in his lap, I realized that there was someone else in the barn with us.
He cursed in his own language. I whipped my head around just in time to see my abusive husband, with fury and hatred in his eyes and a spear in his hand.
Lunging towards us, he shouted, “You whore!” I felt a white-hot stab of pain go through my lower back as the spear entered me and pinned me to my lover.
He hissed in surprise.
The last thing I saw were his eyes going jet black and the flash of his fangs, before I passed out with his name on my lips: “Constantine.”
CHAPTER ONE
Los Angeles, USA, 2012 - Liv
A thousand years after that fateful day, on the other side of the world, a man turns towards me and our eyes lock. I gasp, catching myself in the silly act, but I couldn’t help it. He is gorgeous but that click, that spark? Oh yeah, I’ve had that before. I know right then that he is special. I’ve been around a long time. I know that this feeling doesn’t come around every day, every year or every century for that matter. I can’t ignore it and the fact that he is tall, dark haired, with a gorgeous body, and eyes a beautiful shade of blue gray, just makes it even better. He smiles at me and I instantly return it, giving him a slow, sexy smile back that makes him abandon his group and make his way over to me.
“Hi,” he says. He grasps my small hand in his large one as I hold it out to him. He brings it to his lips with a soft kiss. “Cole O'Dell,” he adds.
“Liv,” I say, purposefully not giving him my last name. His gorgeous eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles at me, accepting the tease with ease.
“Don't you just hate these events?” he inquires jokingly, referring to the red-carpet party, we are both currently attending.
With a slight smile, I reply, “Doesn’t everyone? I’m only here to show my face.”
“And what a beautiful face it is to see,” he says smoothly.
I raise my eyebrow at him. He knows how to deliver a compliment.
“Quite the charmer,” I murmur. “And you are here because…” I trail off, staring at the slight pulse in his neck that has me momentarily mesmerized.
He peers curiously at me. His eyes have lit up at my British accent and he clears his throat. “I'm an actor,” he states as if it's obvious. “Have we met before?” he adds with a puzzled look.
I frown at him. He does look vaguely familiar, but I never forget a face. Especially one as gorgeous as the one gazing at me now. “No, I don’t think so…I don’t get to these events as much as I should. An actor, you say? What fun.”
He laughs then. “It can be,” he says, sounding surprised that I don’t know who he is. He drops his tone to a low, sultry one as he adds, “And what do you do for fun?”
“Oh, this and that,” I answer vaguely, taking a sip of my champagne to stop my Vampire fangs from dropping and showing him exactly what I do for fun.
Intrigued, his eyes focus on my charm bracelet as he leans forward. “Well, perhaps you could tell me more over dinner?” he asks, bringing his focus back to my eyes.
“Perhaps,” I say to his amusement. “My number.” I give him my business card, the one that I bring to these events, not my day job card. I suppress the giggle when his eyes widen as he takes it and he sees my full name and company title. I sashay away before he can say anything, knowing he will call anyway. They always do.
I locate my companion chatting to a pretty brunette. I approach them and loop my arm through his possessively.
“Devon, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” I inquire sweetly.
Clear blue eyes find my amused green ones with a matching look of humor. He knows I’m teasing him and he loves it. “Liv Nelson, this is…
“Uh-huh,” I interrupt my oldest, closest friend as I’m really not that interested. “Time to go,” I addd, pulling him away abruptly. He throws his latest in a long line of admirers, a half-hearted smile but as soon as he turns from her, she is forgotten. With Devon Savant, it’s out of sight, out of mind, especially if I’m in his sights.
Devon follows me out of the big hall. “Bored already?” he asks. “I know I am. It’s Dullsville in here.”
I take a few seconds to look him over appreciatively. He is tall, topping six feet, gorgeous, with the clearest blue eyes I ever did see, and I've seen plenty. His dark hair flopping over his forehead makes me smile and I brush it away. He is lean and muscular and fucking sexy.
He notices my look and his demeanor changes.
“I'm hungry,” I say.
“Here?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.
I shake my head. “No, I want to go home,” I say.