Forged in Stone - Alyssa Rose Ivy Page 0,74
a lot, this is something I get to teach you.”
“You teach me plenty.” She smiled. There were many different ways to interpret her comment.
“Do I?” I brushed my lips against her ear. “Well, it looks like we’ll be learning something new together soon.”
“In about eight months.”
“That soon?”
“Do Pteron pregnancies last longer than nine months?” A look of horror crossed her face.
“No, but eight months sounds really short.”
“I was thinking it sounded really long. At least the first month has passed already.”
“There’s some positive thinking.” I kissed her hand and brought it to my lips. “How long have you known?”
“Just a few days. I didn’t even think about it as a possibility until a random girl heard me get sick in the restroom at the courthouse.”
“Wait...does that have anything to do with you developing a sudden interest in questioning a witness that day in court?”
“Maybe.” She smiled lightly.
I laughed. “I should have known, but no more keeping this kind of thing from me.”
“Should I call you in when I’m taking the test next time?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Next time? You’re already talking about the next baby?”
She laughed that light beautiful laugh I’d never get enough of. “Not by a long shot. Let’s focus on this one first.”
“So about lunch? What sounds good to you?”
“Is it really my choice?” She shifted her weight.
“Yes.”
“Camellia Grill. I need a burger and a shake.” Her stomach growled.
“You really are pregnant.”
“Hey, I love that place.”
“I know, but this gives me another reason to give you a hard time.” I brushed my lips against hers, ready to start the next phase of my journey with my dream girl.
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SEDUCTION’S KISS: AN ALLURE CHRONICLES PREQUEL
ALYSSA ROSE IVY
Never agree to a road trip to New Orleans with your roommate. At least not when your roommate is dragging you along while she reconnects with an ex-boyfriend. Possible consequences of failing to take my advice:
1) Unknowingly going out with a vampire stripper.
2) Getting kidnapped by said vampire's nest mates.
3) Falling head over heels for your winged hero.
Believe it or not number 3 is the worst one, especially when no one believes you that he exists.
PROLOGUE
You’re probably not going to believe a word I say. If you’re like everyone else I’ve told, you’re going to read this and tell me to get help. That’s fine, because the only thing I care about is finding my winged hero. So whether you believe me or not, if you see him, tell him I’m searching for him, and I have no plans to give up. Because when a man can kiss like that—can make you feel alive in every grain of your being—there’s no comparison. The only clue I have to find him is his first name. Owen.
CHAPTER 1
“Please, Daisy. It’s going to be fun.” That one line out of Reyna’s mouth was the beginning of the end for me.
“I don’t know. I was hoping to just have a quiet Halloween this year. Driving all the way to New Orleans seems a bit extreme.” I set aside my sociology textbook. There was no way I was getting reading done until Reyna said her piece.
“There’s nothing like New Orleans on Halloween. This is going to be epic.” She took a seat next to me on my bed and grasped both of my hands in hers. She was getting ready to plead.
“But why the sudden decision to go? Is it about a guy?” Reyna was usually motivated by a member of the opposite sex.
“No, not exactly. I just want to do something fun for a change.”
Not exactly? That meant yes. “Ok, who is he?”
“Just this guy I knew back in high school. We’ve started talking again, and he invited me and any friends to come crash at his place for Halloween.” She suddenly turned serious. “I’m so sick of the scene here. I need a break, but I don’t want to go alone. Please, pretty please.”
I sighed, realizing that saying no would just lead to a pouty roommate for the next few days. “You promise you’re not just going to ditch me?”
“Of course not! It will be awesome. He’s got so many hot friends. It’s crazy.”
I tuned Reyna out as she went on and on about Tulane boys. Admittedly, my dating life at East Madison wasn’t great, but I knew a random hook up with a guy I didn’t know wasn’t going to help matters either. “There’s just one problem. Isn’t New