![]() His conviction to determine my true feelings made for more than one long and frustrating night. He was convinced lingering magic would try to latch itself onto the next person to vie for my affections. I used all my feminine wiles to persuade him - unsuccessfully. I had had other things on my mind, things that didn't involve so much talking. It takes powerful magic to control someone's heart and mind, he explained during one of our all night conversations. That had been a monumental waste of time. I tried on more than one occasion to convince Aidan that I hadn't felt more like myself since Mahalia's magic had been broken. In order to save himself, he broke the connection and the false feelings for him Mahalia had spelled into my heart. I thought I had killed him, pulling too much power through the tie that bound us. I assured him that any feelings I had for Oberon died the minute I found out he hadn't. He wanted to be sure the effects of Mahalia's spell were gone. ![]() Having spent most of my life living more like a norm than an immortal I found it infuriating. Aidan made his feelings for me clear but was still insisting we take our time. Aidan had a little something to do with it - too bad it was just talking. It's been unusually quiet in Salem but I haven't had a decent night's sleep in four weeks because of my new neighbor. He was too busy to help us with the Inquisitors and the demon they unleashed a few weeks ago because of his pack business and now it's delay, delay, delay. I didn't know what the holdup was anyway. ![]() If the challenge for Alpha of the Salem pack didn't happen soon Roul was going to start getting wake up calls at three in the morning. Just turn the TV down or we'll see how good of a gamer you are without your thumbs. I swung the Retaliator around until the tip of the blade pressed against his Adam's apple. I probably shouldn't have but I couldn't help myself. He was past smirking and into a full grin. What can I say? People just like me better than you. You two are what, like best friends already? I asked, irritated. He's only lived here for like three weeks and I haven't even talked to him. He doesn't get home until after seven in the morning. The poor guy probably has to sleep with ear plugs in. I can only imagine what it sounds like downstairs. I'm not the only other person who lives here you know. I'm not at my wittiest when I wake up to the sound of World War III at three in the morning. Jerk? That's the best you could come up with? Cash said through his laughter. I said with more venom than the insult commanded. Cash casually replied upon opening the door. What's the big deal? I figured a fanger like you would be used to staying up late. But it had been me stomping on my floor and banging on Cash's door every night for the last month. How the guy on the first floor slept through it I'll never know. It's going on four in the morning! Turn that shit off or I'll send some real zombies to your apartment! I yelled while I pounded on the door. I stormed down the flight of stairs to Cash's apartment with my sword in hand. I was still in boy shorts and a tank top but I didn't bother to go back in my apartment to change. The sound of grenades and Dempsey's voice coming up the stairs told me it was just my new neighbor playing COD Zombies with the TV full blast at three o'clock in the morning again. My first clue should have been Conry- a Cwnn Anfwnn, gift from my father and personal guard dog- just rolling over and burying his head beneath his massive paws. My front door was open and I was out in the little stairway that led to my third floor walk up before I was awake enough to realize there was no danger. I grabbed the Retaliator from the empty side of the bed and bolted out of my room. I woke in a cold sweat to the sound of heavy gun fire. Want to find out about new releases, appearances, contests and give-aways? Sign up for her newsletter. ![]() More information on HallowRead, its schedule of events and participating authors can be found at and She lives in Tennessee with her husband and three children. There may or may not be cookies!Īn avid reader of Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, Horror and Steampunk herself, Rachel founded HallowRead- a non-profit interactive convention for both authors and fans of those genres which raises funds for literacy and the literary arts. When she isn't writing Urban Fantasy or Paranormal Romance, Rachel can be found with her nose buried in a good book and a cup of coffee nearby. ![]() Although her passion for writing developed early on, it wasn't until 2009 that she published her first novel - to prove a point to her children. USA Today Bestselling author Rachel Rawlings was born and raised in the Baltimore Metropolitan area and has always had a fascination with the strange and unusual. ![]()
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