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Elena walked her daughter down the stairs, other memories crowding her minda"ice-skating in the winter, swimming in the summer, picnics by the lake, horseback riding through the forest, shopping sprees in the city. She had taught Kaitlyn to cook. Drake had taught her to drive. So many happy recollections. Sometimes she wondered what she had done to have been blessed with such a loving husband and daughter. Kaitlyn had brought them nothing but joy. And now, too soon, she was leaving home.

Drake was waiting for them by the front door. Folding Kaitlyn into his arms, he kissed her cheek. aWe will see you later.a aSure thing,a Kaitlyn said. aSee if you can cheer Mom up, will you? Sheas crying again.a aI will take care of her,a Drake promised.

Elena hugged Kaitlyn, then stood in the doorway, watching her daughter slide behind the wheel of Drakeas new Jag. A cheerful wave, the roar of a powerful engine, and she was speeding away.

Her last day of school, Elena thought, and wondered again where the time had gone.

Drake closed the door, then drew Elena into his arms. aWe knew this day would come.a aI know. But I didnat think it would come so quickly.a She looked up at him, sniffing back her tears. aWhat will we do without her?a She had wanted more children, would have loved a dozen, but it was not to be.



Drake had no answer for her. He loved his daughter with all his heart, but Elena was the light of his life, the reason for his existence. Though she had wanted more children, he had been relieved when she failed to conceive again. The thought of losing her filled him with quiet despair. Needing her as never before, he kissed her deeply, felt her willing response.

A thought carried them to their room. He undressed her quickly, then shed his own clothes. Lifting her onto the bed, he stretched out beside her, his body yearning for her touch, his heart aching at the thought of losing her.

Elena clung to him, eager, as always, to be in his arms. The fire between them burned as hot and bright as it always had. In his embrace, she forgot everything else. There was only Drake, his mouth working its familiar magic, his strong hands gentle as he caressed her, arousing her; his voice deep and husky with desire as he whispered that he loved her, adored her, couldnat live without her.

She ran her fingertips over his face, traced the muscles in his arms, rained kisses on his chest. She knew every inch of his body as well as she knew her own. The pa.s.sing years had had no effect on him. His body was still firm and well muscled. Without an ounce of fat. Soon, too soon, the years between them would begin to show.

Elena pushed the unwelcome thought away, her lips hungrily seeking his. When he whispered her name, she nodded, and then smiled as she felt the graze of his fangs against her throat, the sweet sensual pleasure of his bite that made their joining all the more exciting.

Moaning softly, she closed her eyes while waves of ecstasy rolled through her, carrying her away to paradise.

Later, lying in his arms, she smiled at him. aThankfully, some things never change.a He nodded, his expression solemn as he gazed into her eyes. The years had been kind to her. Though she was almost thirty-nine, she looked ten years younger.

aStay with me, wife,a he said, his voice thick. aOne lifetime will never be enough.a His fingers tangled in her hair, as if to hold her close to him forever. aI cannot bear the thought of living without you.a She knew what he was asking. They had not talked of it since the night head told her that it was possible for her to extend her lifespan and then explained how it could be done. All she had to do was drink his blooda"every night for the first year, then once a week, then once a month, then once a year. Doing so would slow the aging process, so that she would only age one day for every year.

At the time, with her whole life ahead of her, she had been certain she could never do such a thing. But that had been almost twenty years ago. Mortality weighed more heavily on her now. With each pa.s.sing year, the thought of leaving him pained her more. Though she would have said it was impossible, her love for Drake had grown stronger, deeper, with every pa.s.sing day.

aElena.a His voice was raw with emotion.

aYouare right,a she said, sliding the tips of her fingers back and forth over his lower lip. aOne lifetime will never do.a aYou mean it?a He drew back, his gaze searching her face.

She nodded, and then sighed. The decision, once made, seemed right.

aElena!a His arm tightened around her, his dark eyes alight with happiness.

aTomorrow night, after Kaitlyn leaves,a Elena said with a smile. aAlthough I doubt if even an eternity in your arms will be time enough.a Dear Readera".

I hope you enjoyed Drake and Elenaas story. Be sure to look for Kaitlynas story, BOUND BY BLOOD, available now.

A big thank you to all of you who have taken the time to write or e-mail me. I look forward to hearing from you.

Thanks, also, to Maggie Shayne, for giving me a quote. I love her books.

Amanda.

www.amandaashley.net.

Donat miss BOUND BY BLOOD, available now!

Chapter 1.

Lake Tahoe, CA Kaitlyn Sherrad rolled down the window of her baby blue Porsche and stared up at the log cabin set alone in the midst of a cl.u.s.ter of tall pines. As usual, her father had outdone himself. Last month, when he had come to the States for her graduation from college, he had asked her what kind of gift she wanted and she had said, facetiously, Oh, nothing much, just a little summer place in the mountains.

After pulling into the driveway and cutting the engine, Kaitlyn grabbed her suitcases from the backseat. Smiling with antic.i.p.ation, she hurried up the narrow, winding, red brick path that led to the front porch. She quickly skipped up the stairs and unlocked the door.

Knowing her father, she wasnat the least bit surprised to find the living room already furnished. An off-white sofa with a high, curved back and a matching love seat faced each other in front of a rough-hewn stone fireplace. A deep mauve carpet covered the floor, flowered curtains hung at the windows. The tables were walnut, as was the large bookcasea"already filled with books by her favorite authorsa"that took up most of one wall.

Dropping her suitcases beside the sofa, Kaitlyn explored the rest of the housea"two large bedrooms with a connecting bathroom; a den, complete with desk, computer and printer, sofa and big-screen TV; a small kitchen with new appliances and a refrigerator filled with her favorites foods; a service porch equipped with a new washer and dryer.

She shook her head, a sting of tears behind her eyes. Being an only child, she had always been spoiled rotten, but this went far beyond the ballet cla.s.ses and piano lessons her parents had provided when she was in grade school, the new wardrobe they had given her every year, the Porsche her father had surprised her with for her twenty-first birthday last year.

She had hoped her folks would spend the summer with her, but trouble at the Fortress had drawn them home. It wasnat always easy, having a father who was the Master of the Carpathian Coven. Sometimes, as now, his duties could not be ignored. Usually, her uncle Andrei handled things at the Fortress, but whatever the emergency had been, it had required her fatheras attention, which meant that her mother had gone, as well. To her knowledge, her parents rarely spent more than a few hours apart.

Kaitlyn sighed as she removed her sweater and tossed it over the back of the sofa. Someday, she hoped to find a man who would adore her the way her father adored her mother. A man who would live and die for her. A man she couldnat live without.

Picking up her suitcases, she carried them into the first bedroom and tossed them on the bed. This room was done in varying shades of green, with billowy white lace curtains. The twin windows looked out over a sparkling blue lake.

Kaitlyn shook her head. How was she ever going to express her grat.i.tude for the love and kindness her parents had showered upon her? She had thanked them on numerous occasions in the past, but words seemed woefully inadequate. She knew they hadnat been altogether pleased with her decision to remain in California after she graduated from college, but they had accepted it without argument.

Feeling a little homesick, she opened the larger suitcase and began to unpack. Her folks had always treated her like a princess, but then, maybe that was natural, since she had been raised in an old stone castle in the heart of Romania.

She smiled as she hung her clothes in the closet.

All she needed now was a prince.

Chapter 2.

Zackary Ravenscroft strolled through the main floor of the casino, stopping now and then to chat with one of the customers, pausing to answer a question here, to address a complaint there. He loved owning a nightclub, loved the excitement that filled the air, the rush of adrenaline that fired the blood of the patrons, the fact that no two nights were ever the same.

Zack had built the casino ten years ago, simply because he was bored and thought it would be a nice distraction. It was one of the best decisions he had made in the last six hundred years. Not only did the casino provide a hefty income, but the constant change in customers a.s.sured a steady supply of women. And Zack loved womena"all women. Old or young, ugly or pretty, smart or not so smart, black, white, red, brown, yellowa"it made no difference. He loved them all. And they loved him in every way imaginable.

Leaving the gaming tables behind, he strolled up and down the aisles of slot machines. He stopped a moment to watch an elderly woman playing one of the old dollar slots. From her shabby appearance, she appeared to be down on her luck and most likely using the last of her money in a desperate hope of hitting it big. He had seen it all before. Usually, he had no sympathy for those who plunked down their last five bucks in hopes of winning a fortune on the turn of a card. Sure, it happened from time to time, but no matter what the game, the odds were always with the house.

The old lady was muttering under her breath.

It took Zack a minute to realize she wasnat cursing but praying.

He frowned as he listened to the urgency of her words, heard the unshed tears in her voice as she sent a desperate plea toward Heaven.

Zack grunted softly. Her husband was sick. He needed an operation, and medication they could no longer afford. She had lost her job. They couldnat pay the rent.

She needed a miracle.

Murmuring a breathless, aAmen,a she shoved her remaining three dollars into the machine, then clasped her hands to her breast.

With a bemused shake of his head, Zack concentrated on the wheels of the slot machine.

One gold bar.

Two.

Three.

Smiling, Zack moved on as the machine lit up and bells and whistles went off, signaling that a player had hit the ten-thousand-dollar jackpot. So, he had lost ten grand, he thought, but it wasnat much to pay for a miracle.

He was still smiling when he stepped outside. It was a beautiful night. Cool and crisp. A few scattered clouds drifted across the face of the full moon.

Feeling suddenly restless, he wandered away from the casino, crossed the parking lot, and headed for the wooded hillside that began just beyond the blacktop.

He moved soundlessly through the underbrush, his keen senses aware of the tiny night creatures that scented a predator and quickly scurried out of his way. He caught the scent of a skunk and farther on, that of a deer.

Nearing one of the cabins, he came across a black bear scavenging through a trash can. The bear reared up on its hind legs and sniffed the wind. Apparently recognizing Zack as a threat, the animal dropped back down on all fours and lumbered into the trees.

Grinning, Zack continued on until he came to the solitary cabin at the top of the hill. He paused, surprised to see there were lights on in the house. A plume of gray smoke rose from the chimney. The cabin had been vacant for the last two years. He had, in fact, been thinking of buying the place for a rental.

Ah, well, too late now.

He was turning away when he caught the scent of prey. Glancing back, he saw a young woman looking out the front window. He whistled softly. He had seen a lot of beautiful women in his day, but this onea"he shook his head. She was beyond beautiful. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, her eyes a deep dark blue. Hair the color of a ravenas wing tumbled over her shoulders.

He frowned when her gaze found his, and then shook his head. She couldnat see him, of course. He was hidden by the darkness. And yet he couldnat shake the feeling that she knew he was there, that she was staring at him, as he was staring at her.

Curious to see her reaction, he stepped out of the darkness into a shaft of bright moonlight.

He had expected her to gasp in surprise, call 911, or hastily move away from the window and close the curtains. Instead, she tilted her head to the side, her gaze moving over him from head to heel, much the way he studied a woman he was considering as prey.

Zack was contemplating what to do next when she moved away from the window. Moments later, she was standing on the front porch, her arms folded under her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

aWhat are you doing here?a she demanded.

Her voice was low, soft, and yet he detected a fine layer of steel underneath. He grunted softly. Most women would have been frightened if they looked out their window at midnight and found a stranger standing in the yard. But she wasnat the least bit afraid.

He had to admire that. Inclining his head, he murmured, aGood evening.a She lifted one delicate brow. aI repeat, what are you doing here?a aMerely enjoying the night air,a he replied with a smile. aAnd I repeat, good evening.a He frowned, mystified by his inability to read her mind. It was a skill that had never failed him before and left him wondering if she was deliberately blocking him, and if so, how?

She huffed a sigh of exasperation. aSame to you.a aYouare new in the area,a he said.

Kaitlyn nodded. He must be a longtime resident, she thought, else he wouldnat be aware of that.

aItas a lovely house,a he remarked. aI had intended to buy it myself.a aSorry.a aNo need to be sorry. Our town can always use another pretty face.a He took a step forward, extending his hand. aZackary Ravenscroft,a he said. aBut my friends call me Zack.a She descended the stairs. aDo you think weare going to be friends?a she murmured, taking his hand.

aI hope so.a aIam Kaitlyn Sherrad.a He gave her hand a slight squeeze. aKaitlyn.a She didnat know if it was the sound of her name on his lips, or the touch of his hand on hers that sent a s.h.i.+ver of excitement racing down her spine. Startled, she jerked her hand from his and took a step backward. Who was this guy? She had never experienced a reaction like that with any other man. Stranger still was the bewildering fact that she couldnat divine his thoughts. She supposed there were bound to be a few people whose minds she couldnat read; still, it was disconcerting. Was there something wrong with him, she wondered, or was the problem hers? She would have to ask her father about it the next time he called.

Needing time to ponder her odd reaction to Zackary Ravenscroft and her failure to read his thoughts, Kaitlyn bid him a quick good night and hurried up the stairs and into the house. She closed and locked the door, then stood there, her back pressed against the wood. Who was that guy?

Zack stared after her for several moments before he turned and headed back down the trail toward the casino.

Kaitlyn Sherrad was a puzzle, he mused, and he hated puzzles.

Books by Amanda Ashley.

BOUND BY BLOOD.

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EVERLASTING DESIRE.

EVERLASTING KISS.

IMMORTAL SINS.

NIGHTaS KISS NIGHTaS MASTER NIGHTaS PLEASURE NIGHTaS TOUCH A WHISPER OF ETERNITY.

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