Dawn Of Redemption-print

Dimitri, the original Vampyre, has spent five centuries burning in the pits of Hades' underground hell for crimes he has learned to regret.  Immortal only because he is a god, not because of his own father's curse, he believes he's as dead as he'll ever get.  Until a beautiful witch comes into possession of the one object that can free him. 

Chloe is idealistic, proud, and the leader of her small, family coven.  Completely unaware of her place in history yet to be written, she controls Hecate's Book of Legends, a spell book so powerful, Chloe is determined to keep it safe from all who would abuse its power.  But something lurks in the dark, something with teeth and claws bent on total destruction. 

And it's not the naked vampire in her living room.

Excerpt:

The dam that held his honor in check burst, sending a raging river of want and shameful, selfish desire over the top of the spillway. He grabbed Chloe’s shoulders and pressed his mouth to hers in a kiss meant to punish, not pleasure.

She released a groan. Not of pain, but of pure, womanly satisfaction while her arms encircled his neck and brought him to the bed with her. She fell to her back, while he landed on top of her. Immediately, he drew her legs apart with his knee while he found her breast with one hand. He squeezed the firm mound, pausing only long enough to pinch and tease the tip to full erection. Blood coursed harder through his body, raging to his shaft like a wildfire out of control. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, but like a scoundrel with a virgin, the decision wasn’t hers.

It was up to him to be the honorable one. Be honorable or be lost, forever.

He couldn’t blame her. She fell beneath the spell of the Vampyre as so many had before her. The difference was, he’d never cared this much for the others. He’d never cared that they would suffer a fate worse than death once he released his seed inside of their bodies while infecting them with his curse.

This time... he cared.

Still, he couldn’t help himself. She was a drug. She was his drug. Within seconds, Dimitri divested Chloe of her clothing. Her shirt and jeans lay in a heap next to the bed, her panties torn at the sides and tangled among the swiftly twisting bedclothes. She lay before him naked, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath she took.

He knew exactly how she felt. Not only because of the duplicity of sensation he experienced through his empathetic gift, but because his breaths matched hers. He wanted to lose himself inside of her. He knew he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He must maintain control this one last time, then he could be free of her. He’d force himself to keep his distance. Hell, he’d move into the basement and live with the goddamn rats if he had to. Anything to protect her.

But in this instant, in this very few moments, he would give as much of himself as he could. And he would take what she offered... save for her life.

Chloe reached for the button on his jeans. Gently, he gathered her wrists into one of his hands and held them above her head. With the other hand, he separated the exquisite folds between her legs, allowing his fingers to glide in her heavenly moistness. Lying atop her, he thrust his hips in a slow rhythm, mimicking the age-old dance with his fingers. Finally, he slid one finger inside, relishing the tight warmth and silky grip she had on him. Not just on his finger, sliding in and out with gentle strokes, but on his heart. His very soul.

“Make love to me,” she begged, her soft, whispering voice caught somewhere between a moan and a sigh.