All Chapters of ABLAZE ( A SACRED Romance): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Aya gasped. Her hands lowered. Her stomach lurched. "You… you're bleeding.""Put the gun down before you shoot yourself in the foot.""No." She raised the Beretta again, and tried not to think about blood. After all, if she shot him, there'd be plenty more."I need your help. I lost a tooth.""You—you're a customer?""Yes. Can you help me?""Oh, Sheesh." She dropped her gun into her purse. "Sorry about this.""You don't normally greet your customers at gunpoint?" His eyes twinkled with more amusement.Oh, God, he was gorgeous. Just her luck that the perfect man would waltz into her life two minutes before her death. "Look, they'll be here any second. You'd better get out of here. Fast."His eyes narrowed. "You're in trouble?""Yes. And if they catch you here, they'll kill you, too. Come on." She grabbed her purse. "Let's go out the back."

"By God, woman, you are hard to control.""You better believe it." She pulled against his grip, but couldn't free her wrists.He leaned closer. His breath stirred her hair and feathered her brow. "Aya," he whispered her name like a cool breeze.She shivered. His hypnotic voice tugged at her, lulling her into a sensation of comfort and security.False security. "I won't let you kill me.""I don't want to kill you.""Good. Then let me go."He lowered his head, his breath tickling her throat. "I want you alive. Warm and alive."Another shiver zigzagged through her body. Oh God, he was going to touch her. Maybe even kiss her. She waited, her heart hammering in her chest.His voice whispered in her ear, "I need you."She opened her mouth, then snapped it shut when she realized how close she'd come to saying yes.He moved back,

"Tell me you found Aya Mayhem." Stephan  glared at four of the best thugs the German mafia had to offer.They avoided looking him in the eye. Cowards, all of them. Stephan had insisted on staying close to the dental clinic in case Aya Mayhem was hiding nearby. These four men had completed their search of nearby alleys and come up empty-handed.Three blocks away, police cars screeched to a halt in front of the ransacked clinic. Their flashing lights bounced off nearby buildings, waking the inhabitants. Mortals ventured onto the street, hoping to see something exciting. Like a dead body.It was a thrill Stephan was usually happy to supply, but tonight, Amor's thugs had screwed up.Incompetent cowards.Stephan strode toward the two black sedans they had moved away from the crime scene before the police could arrive. "She couldn't have just disappeared. She's only a mortal."The four thugs foll

Vampires had been using mind control for centuries. It was the only way to seduce mortals into being a willing food source. And it was the only way to erase their memory afterward. Before inventing the formula for artificial blood, Malcolm had used mind control on a nightly basis. He'd never felt any qualms about it. It was a matter of survival. It was normal.These were the facts he'd told himself when he'd led Aya up the stairs to his office. He had nothing to feel guilty about. Once he, Jacob, and Erling took over Aya's mind, he could command her to implant his fang. Then, when the job was done, he could erase her memory of it.Simple. Normal. Then why did he get more frustrated with each flight of stairs? By the time he reached his office, he had serious doubts about this plan. Three vampires ganging up on one mortal?It might be the only way to break through Aya's mental defenses. It might be the only way to get his damned too

Stephan couldn't understand how Aya had managed to evade him for years, he was getting rusty.He was tired of working with the German mafia, he needed a new plan.He flipped through the unopened mail on his desk. Electric bill. Gas bill. Here was a stack that was postmarked several weeks ago. He shrugged. What was three weeks when you were more than nine hundred years old? Besides, he hated being connected to the mundane, mortal world.He ripped open the first envelope. Oh, his lucky day. He was eligible for life insurance. Morons. He tossed it into the trash.An ivory envelope caught his eye. Return address— Baaltech Industries. A growl vibrated low in his throat. He had the envelope and contents almost completely torn in two when he paused. Why would that accursed Malcolm Baal send him mail? They weren't even speaking to each other.Stephan removed the card and laid the two halves side by side on his desk.