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| PRIMAL ATTRACTION Pendragon Gargoyles Book 2 He’ll stop at nothing to claim her…if she doesn’t kill him first. A lethal huntress, Sorcha lives to track and eliminate rogue immortals—until her latest assignment turns out to be a sexy, gargoyle shape-shifter. From the start she’s shaken by the lust his touch awakens inside her. Not only that, but the cat is convinced she’s his mate, and for the first time, she’s unable to kill her target. Still mourning the loss of his mate, Cale is stunned to find Sorcha alive. Yet the woman he aches to possess doesn’t recognize him and is after the only thing that will save his brother—a mystical weapon that will lead to Excalibur. Determined to protect his family and reclaim his mate, Cale ruthlessly takes advantage of Sorcha’s one weakness—her desire for him. Desire that could unlock their past…or cause him to lose her all over again. EXCERPT “Why are you looking at me like that?” He dragged his thumb across her jaw in a slow, sweeping arc. “You’re confused.” And she was going to be a laughingstock for letting a target put his paws all over her, and worse, for liking it. “No.” The absolute certainty in his voice burrowed through her chest. “You’re Sorcha, daughter of Alaios and Maurya. Slave-born and granted immortality by the goddess Rhiannon.” So what if he had known her—intimately judging by the way he cupped her cheek. He was still a rogue, a traitor. “You forgot the most important part. Huntress.” His blue eyes narrowed. “No.” “See, you don’t really know me.” He couldn’t have. Maybe they’d hooked up a time or two for some really great sex, but if he had known her well enough to be more than one of her rare one-night stands, then he would have known what she did, who she was. “I know you,” he insisted, tightening the fingers he’d buried in her hair, but not to the point of pain. “And you know me.” “Sure I do, tiger.” Better to keep him calm until she could work her sword free. “But I can’t give even you Constantine’s dagger.” Her heart stopped. “You have one of the daggers? One of the daggers?” And he’d been about to sell it to a human? So he was reckless and out of his mind. The six mystical daggers handcrafted by King Arthur’s heir, Constantine, were the most sought after weapons in Avalon. It was believed, when reunited, they would lead to Excalibur. The sword was prophesized to awaken Arthur so that he could finish the war begun centuries ago. The war that suffered a significant setback when he’d died fighting his nephew and half-sister Morgana at the battle of Camlann. Every immortal in Avalon—hell, even the remaining humans enslaved by Morgana—wanted that sword. Bad enough to kill to possess it. “I do know you, Sorcha,” Callaghan insisted, ignoring her question as his hand fell away from her face. He leaned in, nuzzled her cheek. Her eyes slid closed. The traitor smelled much too good, too— His lips teased her ear, his breath hot against her skin, and just when her next breath wedged in her throat, he murmured, “You’re my mate.” Get a sneak peek at Chapter One! |