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271 pages, Hardcover
First published July 5, 2005
…you just never knew when a totally normal vampire errand would end in a bloodbath with severed-limb soap.
I opened my door and gaped. Sinclair was in my bed.
“Don't you think this is a little presumptuous?”
“No.”
“I debated outside your door and decided to give you space!”
“How sweet. Please strip now.”
I snorted, torn between irritation, arousal, and plain old happiness. One thing about Eric Sinclair: he didn't dither.
“Six months of pushing him away, and when I succeeded, I was sick about it.”
“Why don't you mind your own fucking business for once?” I snapped. “If I want to take my sister to my place of business, that's my own damned business and not any of your business.” Was I overusing the word business? Fuck it. “So mind your own business.”
But realizing—okay, admitting—I loved Eric Sinclair didn't solve anything. Real life was messy, and loving him didn't magically undo the old problems and make everything wonderful and perfect.