Dreams of a Dark Warrior (Immortals After Dark, #10)

by Kresley Cole

After all, she could never give her heart to a man who would take it to the grave with him, leaving her broken and yearning for eternity.

Aidan had been sword-struck in his first life, poisoned in his second, crushed during a shipwreck in his third. In his fourth, he’d been shot. All directly after she and his reincarnation had made love for the first time.

she stayed faithful to Aidan and his reincarnates.

“Start being honest with her. Aidan always let her know what he was thinking. And he fairly much treated her like a queen.” Lothaire sneered, “That’s the worst bloody advice I’ve ever heard!”

“I knew of Aidan the Fierce—no mortal could kill that many of the Horde without my hearing about it. And I know that he was a bold, blond Viking who was like a god among men. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him.” He sighed. “Reminded me of myself.” Then he jerked his chin at Declan. “Chase here is a coal-haired, scarred, underhanded, emotionally deficient Irishman. Who, incidentally, is loathed universally by immortals and mortals alike.”

My gram told me there’s one thing a man always forgets to do whenever he bungles something—simply say he’s sorry. Don’t forget to do that.”