Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night (Immortals After Dark, #4) by Kresley Cole


Title: Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night
Series: Immortals After Dark
Author: Kresley Cole

Bowen MacRieve of the Lykae clan was nearly destroyed when he lost the one woman meant for him. The ruthless warrior grew even colder, never taking another to his bed – until a smoldering encounter with his enemy, Mariketa the Awaited, reawakens his darkest desires. When sinister forces unite against her, the Highlander finds himself using all his strength and skill to keep her alive.

Temporarily stripped of her powers, Mari is forced to take refuge with her sworn adversary. It’s rumored that no one can tempt Bowen’s hardened heart, but soon passion burns between them. Though a future together is impossible, she fears he has no intention of letting her go.

If they defeat the evil that surrounds them, can Mari deny Bowen when he demands her body and soul – or will she risk everything for her fierce protector?

Nix lay on her side, bending her elbow to casually prop her head in her hand. With a sigh she said, “Bowen, I took you on as my pet project because I like to ogle you. Due to your rowr factor.”

“It figures – it’s always either the butler or the resurrected mate.”

“What’s your favorite place to visit?”
He absently answered, “Wherever you are.”
“Bowen, five things about you can’t all be about me.”
“But you’re the only good thing that I’ve got.”

“All at once Mari understood why people fought losing battles – because if you want something badly enough, you can’t do anything else but fight for it.”

Some men would take happiness where they found it. Especially when they have absolutely no promise of it anywhere else.

There was an aura about him that was staggering to her, making it difficult to think. It wasn’t mere male heat and sensuality. It was raw sexuality, animalistic in its intensity—and she was starving for it.

“You read about people like you in myths and in the Lore, struggling with their gifts. But it’s the struggle that brings greatness. If your powers came easily to you, without incident, you would never appreciate them as you should. And you would no’ be a good leader because you would be impatient with others who did have to work hard. It never comes easy to the great warriors in history.”

“Doona bring me back to life only to destroy me once more.”

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Bowen ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Mari ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥


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