Love Resurrected (Second Chances #1)
by Kristy Centeno
Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Lazy Day Publishing
Release Date: April 27, 2013
Heat Level: Steamy
Word Count: 84,728
Description:
It’s never too late for a second chance at love.
Keiran McDermott has lived by one simple rule for over a hundred years: keep a safe distance from humans at all times. He knows from experience that close proximity to them can lead to disasters and more often than not, end up badly. But when the need to explore a nearby town places him directly in the path of a woman being stalked by two foul predators, the instinct to protect the young beauty from the men intent on causing her harm forces him to break his self-imposed law.
However, once she’s safely away from her attackers, Keiran finds himself locked in another battle. He knows his weakness can kill: it did so in the past. But how can he find the courage to stay away, when the image of her lovely face torments his mind?
When a new threat forces him to come to Celine’s aid again, will Keiran be able to fight temptation long enough to keep her alive and protected, even from himself?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Read an excerpt:
When Keiran had first entered the room, he’d maintained his distance to assure himself he could control the lure her blood had on him. He managed to suppress his hunger quite well until she stood right in front of him, her body so near it took a great deal of effort to stand there and not reach out and touch her. His desire to step closer to her nearly overwhelmed him. But as they prepared to leave, the dried blood on her work uniform called out to him, and the hunger immediately caused his stomach to clench and knot. His nostrils flared as the scent of her blood invaded his senses, and he had to breathe slowly to calm his raging vampire urges.
Even with her essence playing havoc on his senses, Keiran knew he could not hurt Celine. He could not let himself develop any feelings for this beautiful mortal. This up close he had been able to confirm that she resembled that person from his past. So much so that he had dare to hope it was her, but quickly realized it could not be. Though their facial features were in fact similar, this was an entirely different woman but God help him, he felt trapped. He knew he should not be here with her, but could not find the strength to leave. If he ever hurt her, he would will himself to hell. He’d find a way to destroy himself. He could not continue to exist with another innocent victim added to his conscience.
Feeling momentarily in control of the demon within, Keiran opened his eyes and looked down at the silent beauty waiting for him to either speak or move.
Celine stared up at him with a mixture of fear and concern. Her eyes were like a mirror: they did little to hide what she truly felt, and Keiran could not help but feel guilty over triggering anxiety within her.
With a substantial amount of effort, Keiran walked passed Celine and opened the door, holding it open for her as his eyes assessed her bloodied uniform. If he had to keep looking at it, they would never make it anywhere safely. It was bad enough he could smell it, but having it as a badge waving in front of him seemed like the worst form of torture. He realized what he needed to do in order to do in order to ensure at least some safe ground between them. Taking his jacket off, he immediately offered it to her.
“It’s to cover up the blood splattered on your clothing,” he motioned with a finger, indicating the stain on the upper left corner.
Celine looked down and back at him. Smiling shyly, she took the garment from his hands and smiled. “Ah… thank you. That’s very nice of you.” she added quickly. “I’m ready to go now,”
Keiran nodded once before stepping aside to allow her passage through the open door. He followed after her, keeping up with her short strides while maintaining a safe distance from her body, so they would not touch. Not because he did not want to, but because he feared how a simple gesture like that would affect him. God only knew how much he really wanted to run his hands up and down her body. But he did not know how far he could go without actually hurting her. So far, it had cost him a great deal of pain and concentration to keep his body and hunger under control. And if they made any type of physical contact, he was certain his control might snap.
About the Author:
As a child, she used to lose herself in an imaginary world by the means of a good book. Now that she’s all grown up, Kristy gets to create her own fictional realms and make them come to life in ways that most readers might not expect.
She’s always had a passion for writing but never had the opportunity do so until now. After trying out numerous options, she realized that writing was what she loved the most so when she found herself with some free time on her hands, she decided to pursue her passion. As it turned out, her very active imagination helped her achieve her goals of creating believable plots with some ordinary, and some not so ordinary characters that helped the stories move along in one way or another.
As she keeps moving along in achieving her dreams of becoming a published author, she divides her time in between her four children and her very understanding husband.
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