ENDLESS CHASE is the final book in the Dalakis Passion vampire series. Katya is one of my favorite heroines. She doesn’t back down from anyone–not even the Dalakis brothers.
Since the night her parents were brutally murdered, Katya Markova has been driven by a dark quest for vengeance. When her search for the killers leads her to the heart of Transylvania and the ancestral home of the Dalakis, she hopes to finally take her revenge and put her horrific memories and the souls of her parents to rest. Then she meets the mesmerizing Chase Deveraux, and his intensely passionate touch threatens to weaken her resolve as she surrenders to his sensual promise.
With his life in disarray, Chase has retreated to the remote castle of the Dalakis clan to sort things out in isolation, but instead is inexplicably drawn to the mysterious Katya. Instantly spellbound by her tough warrior exterior and compelling beauty, Chase finds that Katya captivates him like no other woman has before—until he learns of her dark intent and is torn between his own needs and those of his family.
Because Katya is enmeshed in a world of lies and deceptions, and has brought that world to the Dalakis doorstep. As their unquenchable passion spirals to incredible sensual heights, Chase and Katya will be forced to make a choice, one that could destroy the Dalakis clan for all time or unite the desperate young lovers for eternity…
This is a revised edition of a previous published book.
A shadow detached itself from the trees and he caught his first glimpse of the intruder. He blinked. Twice. Not quite believing his eyes.
A woman strode toward him, no hesitation in her step. She was fairly tall, but was still a half foot shorter than him. Her hair was black as midnight and cropped short. Her body was lithe and lean, clad in combat boots, leather pants, and a black leather jacket.
As she came closer, the first rays of sunlight hit her face and she blinked, throwing up her hand to shield her eyes. Unable to stop himself, Chase walked toward her. He needed to touch her to see if she was real. They met about halfway, both stopping to stare at the other.
Up close, he could see that her skin was soft and pale, almost porcelain. It was the kind of skin that only babies and young children seemed to have. His fingers itched to touch it, to see if it was as soft as it appeared.
Her chin was rounded, but tilted at a stubborn angle. Her nose was small and perfect, her cheekbones high. But it was her eyes that captivated him. Dark blue, so dark they were almost black. They were the eyes of an old soul. She blinked and her long, dark lashes swept down to touch her cheekbones.
He reached out and traced his thumb over the curve of her cheek. Her eyes flew open and she took a quick step back.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Her eyes darkened even further and her lips thinned. “I am afraid of nothing.” Her voice was slightly accented. Maybe Russian, or maybe she was Romanian. It was hard to say. Still, her voice was low and husky, and he liked the way she sounded. He wanted to hear her speak again.
“My mistake.” He inclined his head in apology.
She snorted but didn’t turn away. It appeared he wasn’t the only one fascinated. She licked her lips and Chase felt his gut tighten. God, her lips were full and rosy and totally kissable.
“Why are you here?”
Chase felt the corners of his mouth turn up. He sensed this woman wouldn’t back down from anyone or anything. “That’s my line, not yours,” he countered. “This land belongs to extended family of mine. If anyone is trespassing, it’s you.”
“You’re a Dalakis.” Her hands opened and closed at her sides, but other than that she was as still as a stone.
“Not exactly.” He could sense her growing tension and tilted his head to one side to study her better. She intrigued him. “If you know who owns this land, then you know you’re trespassing.” Cristofor didn’t mind the occasional hiker, but mostly discouraged folks from tromping around the land by posting warnings about bears and wolves. The place was fairly isolated in the mountains so it usually wasn’t much of a problem.
“I’m just hiking.” There was an edge to her words. She turned slightly, easing back toward the shadows, and he saw the crossbow on her back.
“Hunting isn’t allowed.”
“That is for protection only. I don’t hunt”—she paused—“animals.”
Before he could understand the deeper meaning he was certain was underlying her words, she headed back toward the woods. “Wait!” Chase stalked after her, unwilling to let her go. Some dormant instinct within him was screaming at him not to let her leave him, to grab her and drag her back to the castle with him.
Images of the two of them naked in his large bed filled his mind. He shook his head to clear it. He must be going out of his mind. He’d just met this woman trespassing on family land. “What’s your name?” he demanded as he caught her by the shoulder.
She whirled away, crouching, her body in a defensive fighting stance.
Chase held up his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you.” The mere thought appalled him. “I would never hurt you. I just want to know who you are.”
“You should be more worried about me hurting you.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
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