She reached up for a kiss. “You’ll get used to it.”
“As you will to being an immortal.”
Teresa kissed him again then, as her love for him erupted. Her life had become rich. Full. She had lost a lot, but in finding who she was meant to be she had gained everything.
“An eternity in your arms? Sounds just about right.”
As he kissed her, Teresa gave herself up to the real magic. The wonder and splendor of a love finally found and cherished as it should be.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Regan Hastings is the pseudonym of a USA Today bestselling author of more than a hundred romance novels. She lives with her family in California and is already hard at work on the next installment of the Awakening series.
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VISIONS OF CHAINS
Coming from Signet Eclipse in June 2012.
Deidre Sterling was used to being followed. Secret Service. Reporters. Paparazzi. But giant black dogs? That was new.
She peeled back the edge of the drapes and looked out the window of her friend’s apartment. Her heart was hammering in her chest and her stomach was tumbling like an Olympic gymnast. If she had any sense, she’d leave before things got worse. But then, if she had any sense, she wouldn’t have been there in the first place.
Three floors below, the street lay in complete darkness but for the puddles of light from the streetlamps gleaming on wet asphalt. Cars were parked along the curb. A newspaper hurtled down the street, tossed by the wind. Lamplight shone from a few other apartments facing her, and directly below her stood two men in black overcoats. Her Secret Service protection.
Hell of a thing to be a grown woman and not be able to take a walk without at least two armed guys following. But since her mother was the President of the United States, Deidre didn’t really get to make that call.
Still, here she was, planning to ditch her guards, just to do what she had to do. Her gaze moved on, checking every shadow, every slice of darkness that could hold—there. The dog. It moved with a stealthy sort of grace that gave Deidre cold chills. Its head was huge and its paws were like saucers. What the hell was it? Great Dane? Pony?
“What are you looking at?” Shauna Jackson walked into the room and went to stand beside Deidre.
“A dog,” she answered, feeling stupid. But she could have sworn over the last few days that the damn thing had been following her. Everywhere she went, she felt its presence, even though she’d only caught a glimpse of it once or twice.
Shauna took a quick look and shrugged. “Don’t see anything except your two human guard dogs in overcoats.”
“It’s there. At the mouth of the alley across the street.”
Shauna looked again. “Nope.”
Okay, why couldn’t her friend see the dog? Deidre wondered if maybe PTSD was becoming an issue for her. Was she seeing things? And if she was, why wasn’t she imagining fluffy kittens? Why a dog that looked as though it could—and wanted to—swallow her whole?
Deidre shivered as the huge animal tipped its wide head up and fixed its dark eyes on her. Okay, she was really freaking over this. The dog that couldn’t be there wasn’t looking at her. How would it know what apartment she was in? At that thought, she almost laughed. Crazy much? She let the drapes fall and told herself she was getting way too paranoid.
“You’re not trying to back out, are you?”
Deidre turned to face her friend. Shauna’s hair was clipped short, the tight, black curls trimmed close to her head. Her chocolate brown eyes were narrowed. “Dee, the execution is in the morning. You can’t really walk away, can you? You agreed that rescuing the witches was the right thing to do.”
“I know.” Five women were scheduled for the fires first thing in the morning. She didn’t know if they were witches or not. And she didn’t care. State-approved executions of witches and suspected witches were happening more and more frequently, despite her mother’s attempts to rein them in. The general public was scared. And when scared people came together they usually became bloodthirsty.
Deidre ran her hands up and down her arms, trying to dispel the cold that had been with her since the night of the last raid