Another book is back. Slowly and surely… *phew* lol
“Do you want to live?”
Half dead and under a heap of rubble, Leona Munro isn’t going to turn down that offer. Yet accepting, spins her life out of control.
She is the Chosen and what that means no one will say.
Thrown into the world of magic she secretly craves, Leona must find the strength to survive. Too many people want to use what she is to their own advantage in the war between technology and magic.
She can trust no one…least of all the sinfully attractive Samuel Blake.
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In one smooth movement, he leapt to his feet, and with his body still blocking mine, he bustled me from the bridge. He pushed me behind the curving safety of the high wall surrounding the dockmaster’s offices.
The short wall, that ended only metres to the right, separated the buildings from the corniche and offered some protection. Only some. We would have to run into the open of the corniche to get to the old transport offices. Terror gripped me, the strange calm Blake brought gone again. What the hell was going on?
Bullets burst around us, thudding into the grass far to our right, smacking into the bricks of the offices, striking against the cobbles on the corniche on the other side of the wall behind which we hid. It was insane. Someone was shooting at us, at me. It made no sense. I led a dull, ordinary life. Not one filled with magic, implosions, and archaic weaponry.
Blake pressed me hard up against the wall, and I forgot all about the bullets. He turned his head, and I stared at the taut line of his throat. I swallowed, fighting the need to lick his warm brown skin.
Head injury. Serious head injury. I repeated that over and over and closed my eyes, desperate to deny the growing need in my flesh.
It didn’t help. With my eyes shut, I breathed in his clean, intoxicating scent. The delicious pressure of his body against my pelvis, stomach and breasts had my heart pounding. I balled my hands into fists and pushed them hard against the rough, old brick. Damn it, what was wrong with me? My wild mix of terror and lust forced my thoughts to spin.
He covered my mouth with his hand, and his gaze fixed on me. Something lurked there, and my chest heaved. His fingers tightened in reflex against my jaw. With my breath short, my body surged with liquid fire.
He leant in close, his lips brushing my ear. “Silence, Leona. They’re still here.” He took a deep breath, scenting the air like a…a beast and the shift in his chest, his hips tightened the need in my body. “Their scent is everywhere.”