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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