Benny grinned, leading the way. “I wondered when you were going to tell me.”
She stumbled and caught herself. “You know?”
He whistled happily. “Please. I know your body better than my own.”
That was true. “You’re happy?”
“I’m so much more than happy I can’t find the words,” he admitted, his gaze meeting hers and showing her what love felt like. What it looked like. “We’ll celebrate later. Girls? You’re gonna have a baby brother.”
The girls both looked up at him, not slowing their strides. There was candy at the end of the walk, after all. “A boy?” Boone asked.
“Yep,” Benny said.
Belle looked at her sister. “Should we give him a B name?”
Boone looked up at Karma. “How about a K name? There should be a K Club, too.”
“We’re all in the R Club,” Belle reminded her. “The Reese Club.”
Karma smiled and looked down at her wedding ring. There was a massive diamond with an emerald on one side and a sapphire on the other.
Benny caught her gaze. “We’ll have to get another stone. Can’t wait to see the color.”
“Me, either,” she whispered. How could life be this amazing?
Benny winked.
Yeah. That was how. “I’m so glad you came for me,” she whispered, her voice shaking.
His gaze softened even more. “Oh, sweetheart. Of course I came for you. I always knew you would end up on my side. Yep,” he said happily, leading them to the first doorway. “I’ve always had Karma.”
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IMMORTAL’S HONOR
The Dark Protectors
New York Times Bestselling Author
Rebecca Zanetti
From award-winning author Rebecca Zanetti comes the newest wildly thrilling Dark Protectors novel with an immortal hero to die for.
First comes danger …
When Vampire-Demon Sam Kyllwood discovers he’s the keeper of some mysterious circle, he laughs it off. When he finds out that his younger brother is supposed to fight to the death in said circle, he snaps right to furious. And that’s before he starts uncontrollably making things explode —it turns out it’s never too late to develop deadly new immortal abilities. But even those explosions are nothing compared to what happens when he tries to handle a very suspicious, brilliant and beyond sexy human female whose piercing eyes ignite a heat that rages deliciously outside even his unbreakable control …
Then comes desire …
Honor McDovall is one of the best interrogators Homeland Security has ever had. But no matter how well she appears to fit in, her mystical gifts are slowly driving her mad. She doesn't understand them, she doesn't want them, but for now, she'll use them to detect and defeat danger until she completely loses her mind. Unfortunately, her job brings her face to face with the deadliest man she's ever met—and she senses Sam is even more gifted than she is. Yet once they kiss, she realizes he's also more dangerous than the enemies suddenly coming from every direction. Good thing they both like to play with fire …
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DRIVEN
Rebecca Zanetti
Prologue
Six months ago
Thunder sounded in the distance as the wind rustled dried leaves along the lake path. Angus Force stumbled over an exposed tree root and somehow righted himself before falling on his ass. Again. The mud on his jeans showed he’d slipped at least once.
Roscoe snorted and kept scouting the trail, his furry nose close to the mud. His snort held derision.
“Shut up,” Angus said, surprised his voice didn’t slur. He’d started the morning with his fishing pole and two bottles of Jack. Several hours later, it was getting dark, he had no fish, and the bottles were empty. The forest swirled around him, the trees dark and silent. He glared at his German shepherd. “Be nice or I won’t feed you.”
The dog didn’t pause in his explorations. His ears didn’t even twitch.
Angus sighed. “I should’ve left you with the FBI.” Of course, the dog had a slight problem with authority and probably would have been put down at some point. Angus brightened. They had that in common. “All right. I guess I’ll feed you.”
Roscoe stopped suddenly.
Angus nearly ran into him, stopping at the last second and slipping on the leaves. “What the hell?”
The fur down Roscoe’s back ruffled, and he stared straight ahead down the trail. He went deadly silent, his focus absolute.
Angus dropped his pole and the sack containing the bottles. Damn it. He hadn’t brought a gun this morning. He’d been more concerned with having enough alcohol to get through the day.
He gave a hand signal to the dog and veered off the trail, winding through a part of the forest he could have navigated blindfolded. Soon he approached his lone cabin from the side, where he could see front and back.
Nothing.
Roscoe remained at his side, his ears perked, the fur still raised.
The woods around them had gone silent, and a hint of anticipation threaded the breeze. Roscoe sat and stared at the cabin.
Yeah. Angus remained still. There was definitely somebody inside. He angled his head and spotted a black Range Rover parked on the other side. So they weren’t trying to hide.
His shoulders relaxed, and he waited.
Waiting was what he excelled at. Well, waiting and drinking. He’d become a master at downing a bottle of whiskey. Or several.
Ten minutes passed. Something rustled inside the cabin. Now he was just getting bored. So he gave Roscoe a hand signal.
Roscoe immediately barked three times.
The front door of the cabin opened, and two men strode out. Government men. Black suits, pressed shirts, polished shoes. The older one had a beard liberally sprinkled with gray and the worn eyes of a guy who’d already seen two much.
The younger guy was a climber. One who even stood like he was on his way to the top and had no problem stepping on bodies to get there. His shoes were expensive, and his blue silk tie even more so.
Angus crossed his arms. “You’re trespassing, assholes.” Was it a bad sign he could sound and feel sober after the amount he’d imbibed all day? Yeah. Probably.
The older man watched the dog. The younger man kept his gaze on Angus.
The older guy was obviously the smarter of the two.