SummaryIn all his four hundred years, Rayven had never met a woman
like Rhianna
McLeod. She was a vision of light, of warmth, of everything
he was not - nor could
ever be. Doomed to live forever in darkness and solitude,
he knew all too
well the risk in getting close to her, yet he hungered for
her with a fierce
passion he swore he'd never allow himself to feel.
Rhianna's father had sold her to Rayven to put food on the
table -so she had
no choice but to go with the dark stranger. To her
surprise, he gave her
everything she wanted -the finest clothes, education, and
the run of the castle -
everything, that is, except his touch. For although she
sensed danger beneath
his soft-spoken manner, although even Rayven himself warned
her away, she was
drawn to this creature of the night, and loved him as she
would no other.
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