A Hunger Like No Other (Immortals After Dark, #2)

by Kresley Cole

Starving in Paris. And friendless. Was there ever such a predicament? Couples strolling hand in hand along the gravel walk seemed to mock her loneliness. Was it just her, or did lovers look more adoringly at each other in this city? Especially in the springtime. Die, bastards. She sighed. It wasn’t their fault that they were bastards who should die.

Who in the hell had programmed the Crazy Frog ring tone into her cell phone? Her eyes narrowed. Aunt Regin. The world’s most immature immortal, who looked like a siren and behaved like a frat pledge.

I want a man who goes out of his way to make me comfortable and content instead of the opposite.

His voice gravelly, he answered, “I think you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

Then he’d marked her neck savagely. She could never see his mark—no one but a Lykae could—or feel it, but she would carry this frenzied brand forever. The Lykae would forever know upon seeing it that he had been out of his mind with lust for her.

“Aye, he’s created them from humans, stalking battlefields for the bravest warriors who’d fallen, sometimes turning entire families of worthy brothers.

“Hubba, hubba,” she growled with a wink. “Emma caught herself a wolf.”

Lachlain. The bighearted king she had fallen helplessly for. And for him, she’d fight relentlessly.

she’ll get knocked up faster than a rabbit after a Druid fertility ceremony!”