Friday Free Read! Beloved LifeMate 13 of 18
Beloved LifeMate is the first book in the Song of the Sídhí series.Each book in the series is a stand alone novella.
YA paranormal romance
Story contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
Several emotions flickered across his face. Primarily confusion covered his face, confusion and pain. I didn't know which surprised me the most.It was the first time I actually had to look at him without fearing for my life. I knew I’d never tire of looking into his hunter green eyes. His pointed ears poked up through his midnight colored hair. I wondered how old he was. There was so much I wanted to know about him. For the first time, I had a glimmer of hope that he would accept me as his bonded lifeMate. I knew, even though our 'courtship' started with him trying to kill me, I still wanted him as my bonded mate.I quickly answered his question, but tacked on the two things that bothered me the most. “You keep saying ‘you’re my lifeMate,’ but I clearly remember gating away from the monster you left me with and then I woke-up with silver on my neck.”I lowered my eyes and bit my lip. After saying it out loud, I remembered this was an entirely different world. He might intend to keep me as a concubine or pet or even a prisoner. After all, I had the blood of his enemies in me.He gently tilted my chin up, caressing my skin until I looked at him. “Mirk’s not a monster. I’ll introduce you to him later.” He sighed, heavily. “The silver was necessary.”“Am I your prisoner?” I asked in a mental whisper, shivering at the thought.Once I started shivering, I couldn’t quit. I couldn't look at him. I glanced toward the balcony doors, only half dozen feet away, which stood open. At least I had a good reason for shivering. It had to be winter on Sídhí; the wind was frigid.“You’re no more prisoner than I am,” he said finally.I looked at him and his frown deepened as he watched me. He motioned toward doors and I heard them snap shut.He looked to each side of him and his jaw clenched tight. He slipped his hands under my legs and I bit my lip to keep from crying out when he lifted them.He left me without another word.I didn’t know which hurt worse: the pain shooting through my body or his leaving.He swiftly walked away from me. The tears that had been threatening to fall rolled down my cheeks. I normally wasn't this weepy, but he hadn’t even said good-bye. I didn’t think I liked this new world, where a man acted as if he didn't even like his lifeMate most of the time.I watched as he grabbed the golden comforter. He hesitated, dropping the stiff bundle on the bed he picked up a fluffy blanket draped across the end of the bed. He turned and was kneeling at my side in the blink of an eye.His arms gently wrapped around me and he kissed my cheek. “Mia Cara, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”“I thought you were leaving without even saying goodbye. I don’t normally cry like this. I’m sorry,” I said, my shoulders drooping.He started to say something, but I covered his lips with my fingers. His eyes widened in surprise.“You,” I hesitated, “you called me Mia Cara. On Earth that means My Beloved. Can you love a halfling?” I looked into his face and saw him swiftly hide his anger. I couldn’t stop my tears from falling even faster. I choked on a sob; I couldn't have spoken out-loud if my life depended on it. “This world is so different. At home, we would have already bonded and opened our surface thoughts to each other. In this world, you’ve locked silver around my neck, and everything I say makes you angry.”His face froze into a mask with no emotion slipping through. I dropped my hand from his face and my shoulders drooped even farther. “Ask my family, I’m always causing trouble. No doubt by now, you’re wishing you had never laid eyes on me. Maybe you should just send me back.”“Are you refusing me?” he asked in a very formal voice, his eyes darkened.I realized he was totally serious, my eyes widened in horror. Maybe that's what he wanted after all. My rejecting him would keep his honor intact. More than intact; he would be praised as hero worthy since his lifeMate rejected him, not the other way around.The sun suddenly streamed through the glass doors, hitting the side of my face. I knew, without looking at him, he would be horrified. I was two-thirds vampire. In the sun, my eyes turned a solid bloody red. I looked at him anyway and painfully whispered aloud, “Is that what you want, for me to reject our bond?”“It doesn’t matter what I want. It’s the woman’s choice,” he said solemnly. His arms trembled as he held me and his eyes filled with tears, slowly falling down his face.“Women’s choice? That’s crap,” I said vehemently, gently wiping the tears from his face. “Do you or do you not want me?”Continued next Friday :)
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Beloved LifeMate Copyright 2011 by Jodie B. Cooper
www.jodiebcooper.com
YA paranormal romanceStory contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
Several emotions flickered across his face. Primarily confusion covered his face, confusion and pain. I didn't know which surprised me the most.It was the first time I actually had to look at him without fearing for my life. I knew I’d never tire of looking into his hunter green eyes. His pointed ears poked up through his midnight colored hair. I wondered how old he was. There was so much I wanted to know about him. For the first time, I had a glimmer of hope that he would accept me as his bonded lifeMate. I knew, even though our 'courtship' started with him trying to kill me, I still wanted him as my bonded mate.I quickly answered his question, but tacked on the two things that bothered me the most. “You keep saying ‘you’re my lifeMate,’ but I clearly remember gating away from the monster you left me with and then I woke-up with silver on my neck.”I lowered my eyes and bit my lip. After saying it out loud, I remembered this was an entirely different world. He might intend to keep me as a concubine or pet or even a prisoner. After all, I had the blood of his enemies in me.He gently tilted my chin up, caressing my skin until I looked at him. “Mirk’s not a monster. I’ll introduce you to him later.” He sighed, heavily. “The silver was necessary.”“Am I your prisoner?” I asked in a mental whisper, shivering at the thought.Once I started shivering, I couldn’t quit. I couldn't look at him. I glanced toward the balcony doors, only half dozen feet away, which stood open. At least I had a good reason for shivering. It had to be winter on Sídhí; the wind was frigid.“You’re no more prisoner than I am,” he said finally.I looked at him and his frown deepened as he watched me. He motioned toward doors and I heard them snap shut.He looked to each side of him and his jaw clenched tight. He slipped his hands under my legs and I bit my lip to keep from crying out when he lifted them.He left me without another word.I didn’t know which hurt worse: the pain shooting through my body or his leaving.He swiftly walked away from me. The tears that had been threatening to fall rolled down my cheeks. I normally wasn't this weepy, but he hadn’t even said good-bye. I didn’t think I liked this new world, where a man acted as if he didn't even like his lifeMate most of the time.I watched as he grabbed the golden comforter. He hesitated, dropping the stiff bundle on the bed he picked up a fluffy blanket draped across the end of the bed. He turned and was kneeling at my side in the blink of an eye.His arms gently wrapped around me and he kissed my cheek. “Mia Cara, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”“I thought you were leaving without even saying goodbye. I don’t normally cry like this. I’m sorry,” I said, my shoulders drooping.He started to say something, but I covered his lips with my fingers. His eyes widened in surprise.“You,” I hesitated, “you called me Mia Cara. On Earth that means My Beloved. Can you love a halfling?” I looked into his face and saw him swiftly hide his anger. I couldn’t stop my tears from falling even faster. I choked on a sob; I couldn't have spoken out-loud if my life depended on it. “This world is so different. At home, we would have already bonded and opened our surface thoughts to each other. In this world, you’ve locked silver around my neck, and everything I say makes you angry.”His face froze into a mask with no emotion slipping through. I dropped my hand from his face and my shoulders drooped even farther. “Ask my family, I’m always causing trouble. No doubt by now, you’re wishing you had never laid eyes on me. Maybe you should just send me back.”“Are you refusing me?” he asked in a very formal voice, his eyes darkened.I realized he was totally serious, my eyes widened in horror. Maybe that's what he wanted after all. My rejecting him would keep his honor intact. More than intact; he would be praised as hero worthy since his lifeMate rejected him, not the other way around.The sun suddenly streamed through the glass doors, hitting the side of my face. I knew, without looking at him, he would be horrified. I was two-thirds vampire. In the sun, my eyes turned a solid bloody red. I looked at him anyway and painfully whispered aloud, “Is that what you want, for me to reject our bond?”“It doesn’t matter what I want. It’s the woman’s choice,” he said solemnly. His arms trembled as he held me and his eyes filled with tears, slowly falling down his face.“Women’s choice? That’s crap,” I said vehemently, gently wiping the tears from his face. “Do you or do you not want me?”Continued next Friday :)
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Beloved LifeMate Copyright 2011 by Jodie B. Cooper
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