Seconds later the door to the tunnels slid open, and Doug whisked into the room, fangs bared and gun drawn as he looked around the room wildly.
He looked so fiercely protective, she didn’t know whether to kiss him or smack him. He still hadn’t, and probably wouldn’t ever, get past his macho nature, so she shouldn’t have been surprised that he showed up. They learned early on in their mating that when one experienced strong emotions, the other was equally affected. Apparently, this little experience was no different.
“What the fuck is going on?” he said as he holstered his gun. His look quickly went from furious to concerned as he knelt at her side, squeezed Van out of the way, and brushed her hair off her tearstained face. “Olivia?” he asked quietly. “What’s wrong?”
“Remember how I told you there could be other side effects of being bloodmates?” Olivia sniffled and rubbed Oreo’s soft head.
“Yeah.” He leaned in and kissed her lips warmly. Oreo meowed, and Doug scooped the kitten up and plopped her on the floor. “Sorry. I get first dibs on the girl.” He kissed her again. “So far, I like ’em all. Hot sex. Daywalking. You and me, for eternity…”
Olivia took his hands and placed them on her belly as she held his curious gaze.
“Make that… you and me plus baby makes three.”
Doug stared at her blankly and blinked as if he didn’t hear what she said, and for a split second, Olivia thought he was unhappy. However, as that charming smile cracked his handsome face and his blue eyes twinkled at her, her fears were put to rest.
He captured her lips with his and gently rubbed her belly. Olivia could barely remember how lonely she was before they found each other
“Eternity,” he murmured against her lips before resting his forehead on hers. “Damn, baby. It just doesn’t seem long enough.”
Acknowledgments
Thank you so much to everyone at Sourcebooks, but especially Deb Werksman and Cat Clyne for their editorial awesomesauce, Danielle Jackson for her publicity with pop, and the art department for beautiful, standout covers.
Thank you to my agent, Jeanne Dube, and to my beta-readers, Sheila and Jennifer. You rock!
Thank you to my husband and children for their unconditional love and support.
A shout out to my street team—Sara’s Angels. I don’t know if I can ever thank you all enough for the support, enthusiasm, and dedication. I appreciate you all, and this one’s for you!
Last, but definitely not least, thank you to my readers. Thank you for coming along on this crazy journey.
Dream on…
Sara
About the Author
Sara Humphreys is a graduate of Marist College, with a bachelor’s degree in English literature and theater. Her initial career path after college was as a professional actress. Some of her television credits include,
Sara is the president of Taney Speaker Training, which specializes in public speaking, presentation development, and communication skills. She has trained executives at Verizon, Bristol-Meyer Squibb, Westchester County, and the United States Navy. Her speaking career began with Monster’s Making It Count programs, speaking in high schools and colleges around the United States to thousands of students.
Sara has been a lover of both paranormal and romance novels for years. Her sci-fi/fantasy/romance obsession began years ago with the TV series
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