Ink in the blood
Chandra Ryan
Prequel
to Bond Betrayed
Izzy has lived between two worlds her entire life—one filled
with magic and darkness, the other populated by mundane humans. She was born
into the magical world of the Community. But sexy, forbidden DEA agent Jacob
belongs to the other. He has no idea her world even exists.
But that doesn’t mean he hasn’t noticed her. They’ve worked
together for the past six months, attempting to bring down her drug-dealing
half-brother while driving each other crazy with pent-up desire. But now that
it’s time to say goodbye, they both find it impossible to let go.
After one passionate night together Izzy realizes her
mistake. She can’t bring him into her world. She has to end things before she
gets too attached. When he refuses to leave, she must find a way to guide him
through the darkness.
Inside Scoop: In this scorching urban fantasy, ink is
thicker than blood.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from
Ellora’s Cave
Publisher’s
Note: This book was previously published elsewhere under this title in 2010,
but has been revised for Ellora’s Cave.
EXCERPT
She’d
almost made it to the next section when a familiar face grabbed her attention.
He was wearing tight jeans and a black t-shirt instead of the suit that she’d
grown accustomed to seeing him in, but there was no mistaking his smile. Or his
lean, muscular physique.
As
if hearing her thoughts, he looked up. His gaze caught hers for a second before
he began making his way toward her.
“Isabella.”
“A—”
Realizing she was about to call him Agent Phinney, she stopped and shook her head
to clear it. “Um, Jacob. This is a surprise.” She couldn’t help but wonder how
he’d gotten past the guards.
He
smiled rakishly as he ran his fingers through his short black hair. It was a
gesture she’d become endeared to over the past six months. “I know, small
world.”
“What
are you doing here?” She’d expected
to see him, but not until the bust had gone down. And, try as she might, she
couldn’t think of a single good reason for him to be at the bazaar. Admittedly
it was difficult for her to think of anything at all given his proximity. He
was so close she could smell the spicy mint of his shampoo and her arm would
brush against his chest if she swayed ever so slightly.
“I’m
on a date.”
The
words snapped her out of her haze. He didn’t seem to notice, though. He was too
busy staring at the voluptuous redhead several people ahead of them whose
singed fingertips hinted at fire manipulation.
That
explained security. With someone like her as a date, they’d have let him
through, no questions asked.
“Funny,
she isn’t what I’d imagined as your type.” Izzy realized that he could never be
hers, not really, but she didn’t like the idea of him being with someone else.
Especially when that someone could manipulate fire. In her experience, pyros
were one of the more dangerous types. They tended to run hot in all
things—including their emotions. “She looks kind of dangerous.”
“Although
I do go for the dangerous type,” he whispered with a playful wink, “you’re
right. She just happened to be in the right place at the right time—here.”
Hearing
his words, a possible reason for his presence became painfully clear. “Wait.
Are you checking up on me?”
He
looked genuinely hurt. “I thought you knew me better than that. I’m here as
backup, nothing more,” he whispered softly.
He’s human,
he’s human, he’s human…The warning echoed softly in the recesses of her mind. But as his
fingers tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, it faded into silence.
“I
couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you on my watch,” he said.
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Bio:
Being from a rather nomadic family, Chandra Ryan loves to
travel and meet people. But she’s found that sometimes, like when you’re stuck
inside because of a good old-fashioned Southwestern heat wave, you have to make
do. Fortunately for her and her loving family, who don’t like seeing her suffer
from cabin fever, she’s found creating new people and places equally as
fascinating. Also, you’re a lot less likely to spill your ice tea.
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