Lisa Andel Dead Again Read Online
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Copyright ©2006 by Lisa Andel
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Published past Liquid Silverish Books, Imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509 Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana. Copyright 2006, Lisa Andel. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any grade or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the authors.
This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to bodily events or persons, living or dead, is completely casual.
Prologue
I never knew my father. He conveniently disappeared when my mother informed him she was significant. My mother, though she tried, wasn't strong enough to heighten me on her own. She died when I was 7, from a lingering affliction that I couldn't pronounce.
For all their faults, they did provide me with a legacy that I will forever be grateful for. I don't know if you could call me immortal exactly; it'south just that, no matter how I dice, I only don't stay expressionless.
By the time I was eighteen years quondam, I'd died twelve times. I came dorsum every unmarried time. I've been run over, stabbed, shot, blown up; if you can think it up, it's happened to me. I lost any sense of fear that I might accept had, later I'd come back a few times from death.
I know you're wondering if it hurts. Non at all. I'thousand alive one infinitesimal, and the next thing I know I'k waking up somewhere, unsure of how I got at that place. Someone else usually has to tell me I died, though I'grand getting pretty good at recognizing the symptoms. Sometimes I can remember details right upwardly to my death. Other times, I might lose a calendar week or two correct before information technology.
Two other things I know: My blood seems to exist toxic to vampires, and if shifters consume me, I regenerate within of them, literally bursting out of their bodies as I grow. Kills the shifter in a really messy style.
A great and gentle giant of a man took me under his wing later on my mother died. Without him I wouldn't have been able to do all the things that I practise at present. With him, I spent my time mingling with the creatures of the night. Their lives were more exciting than that of regular humans. I as well felt I had more in mutual with them.
Along the mode, I taught myself to work with precious metals, and began, at the historic period of eight, to earn plenty from my work to live on.
I purchased an old building in Highland Square, and renovated it over the years to accommodate my purposes. In it I created my inner sanctum, my favorite and about specialized room. Behind my building was a lovely courtyard that butted up confronting the backs of some of the businesses I sold to. My career was great.
My personal life kind of sucked. I didn't have a companion, a boyfriend, so to speak. And I was increasingly aware of a called-for need to go one.
Oh, I made certain to go rid of my virginity equally soon as I turned eighteen, with a man male. But that was two years ago, and the offers I'd had since, well—they weren't the kind of offers a daughter like me wanted to accept.
Then I set a new goal for myself. I would make an effort to meet more people, and keep an middle open for "the one".
In fact, I was so close to the finish of my rope I decided to alter that last goal from finding "the one", to finding "the one for this night".
Chapter One
It was after 10, and I'd only made my concluding delivery for the evening. I glanced around the street equally I exited the dorsum door of the Quaker complex. Information technology wasn't the other beings that bothered me so much as the bizarre humans that seemed to congregate in the area at this time of night.
By the fourth dimension I'd reached my car, I'd gotten a delightful view of a wrinkled penis, and offers for several potential dates. Yes, correct. Like the guy taking a piss on the side of the building was the man of my dreams. The guy who'd passed out in his own vomit had been kind of beautiful, though.
I slammed my keys into the ignition of my crumbling Plymouth Volare, and left in a cloud of burning oil. I didn't drive often, so I couldn't see spending the coin on a better piece of transportation.
As I pulled into my garage, my tummy rumbled, reminding me I hadn't bothered to swallow today. I closed the garage door behind me, and set out on foot for a bar on the other side of the courtyard that served decent food.
Once in the bar, I let my eyes adjust to the dim interior, and scanned the crowd every bit I made my way toward an empty stool at the bar. I nodded at several others that I recognized equally I passed, too intent on filling my belly to stop and chat.
I'd but taken a huge bite of my cheeseburger when an enormous werewolf parked his donkey on the stool side by side to mine.
"Can I buy you a beverage?" Christ. Even the others used the same tedious selection-up lines. It did non inspire me to accept a drink from this i. Especially since my doing and then meant I'd slumber with him.
"I don't retrieve so." I sprayed some chewed-upward beef at him while I spoke. So fucking what? Like I want to impress the guy?
He curled his lip at me, and moved on. I devoured the rest of my burger, and my chips; then concentrated on my beer. Hey, it might not be the classiest meal, but information technology suited me but fine.
Angel slid onto the stool next to me, his dark hair gleaming. He was the moving picture of accented male dazzler. He was as well totally evil. Information technology was easy to see how he'd come up by the nickname "The Fallen Angel". Maybe he really was.
"Oasis't seen you in hither for a while, Lise." He rested his artillery on the bar and, without having to do another thing, several drinks appeared before him.
"Affections." He'd never bothered me, at least non since he'd killed me.
"I've got a friend that would like to run across you." Angel's lips curved in a smile that didn't achieve his eyes.
I took another sip of my beer, then swiveled and so I faced him.
"I've got better things to practice than let your friends kill me for a lark."
"Ah, come up on Lisa, it's been a while since you lot've been killed." He turned his considerable charm on me. It wasn't going to change my answer; I knew him too well. Unfortunately, my trunk had no mutual sense, and my crotch sparked in response to his amuse.
He was on me in a heartbeat, his fingers tangled in the hair at the back of my head, his mitt on my back pushing my breasts confronting his chest equally he captured my rima oris with his. He was a master with his tongue, and I let him play inside my mouth for a while, at to the lowest degree until my panties were drenched, and my vagina was threatening to ignite.
When he let me up for air, I could encounter triumph in his optics.
"I'll pass, Angel. Thanks for the offer though." I turned away from him and took a healthy consume of my beer.
I could tell when Angel decided to physically remove me from the bar, and I resigned myself to some other senseless dark where some idiot got off on killing me. But before he made his move, an arm wrapped around my waist, and a large, familiar manus splayed beyond my breadbasket.
"Hey, babe. I'yard sorry I'm tardily." It was Ashur, an old and very dear friend of mine, but not my lover.
He treated me similar one though, for Angel's benefit. It surprised me, and I bluntly lost my head while he kissed me with a passion that felt more than existent.
When he withdrew his lips from mine, I nearly followed him. He glanced at the stool where Angel had been sitting, then claimed it for himself.
"Is it me, or does Angel run from all your lovers?"
I shook myself, trying to calm the buzz that Ash had started in my blood. "Oh, information technology's definitely y'all. Just speaking of lov..."
"Let me guess, Affections has a friend he wants to introduce yous to." Ash cut me off.
"Correct the first fourth dimension." I accepted the beer he bought me. Hey, there were exceptions for friends, fifty-fifty if it wasn't the first thought that crossed my mind. "I guess it really pisses him off I didn't stay dead."
"Fuck him," Ashur growled.
"I think I'll pass." I wondered what Ashur would say if I told him I had an urge to fuck him? I shook my head, knowing it would never happen. I valued his friendship as well much.
I turned effectually, leaned dorsum against the bar, and scoped out the people.
"Who's the night-haired guy over by the jukebox?"
"Devon, he's a werewolf. Not mated, by the mode."
He was already hitting on some babe, then I let my gaze migrate past him.
"How nearly that grim-looking blond shooting pool?"
"Vampire. Val Krendor. He wouldn't fuck a homo if y'all paid him."
I almost snorted beer out my nose.
Ashur nudged my arm and pointed to a booth near the door. I took a look in that direction, and decided Ashur had pretty proficient taste.
"That one's bachelor. He'south a werepanther. Ever meet one of those?"
"Nope. Are they like werewolves?"
"Kind of, but more aggressive."
"O.K., I'll bite." I turned my stool effectually and establish another beer waiting for me on the bar.
Ashur went off to round upward the unsuspecting panther while I sipped my brew and tried to look casual.
I actually jumped when Ashur's manus landed on my shoulder, so involved was I in fantasizing about the things I'd like a human to do to me.
Ashur laughed, a deep, throaty sound that ever sped my eye up.
"Lisa, I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine."
I turned my stool around, and accidentally concluded upwardly caging his thighs between my legs. I was centre level with his breast, and a fine chest it was. His black t-shirt molded to the long, lean muscles like a lover. I let my gaze travel lower, kind of pissed that his shirt was looser across his stomach. My optics flicked to his groin, and stuck. He had an enormous bulge pressing confronting the zipper of his jeans.
Ashur elbowed me in the ribs, and I tore my gaze away from the panther'due south crotch. I knew my mouth dropped open up when I looked into his eyes.
The human being was gorgeous, in that rugged, totally masculine way. He had black hair and black eyes that had an exotic tilt to them, a straight nose, and lips that were begging to be kissed.
"Rafe, this is Lisa. Lisa, Rafe." Ashur, feeling his job was done, walked away from us.
Rafe raised his hand to my face, and gently airtight my jaw.
The touch of his fingers sent electricity through me, causing my nipples to tighten and my crotch to flood with moisture.
He slid his fingers around to the back of my neck, then leaned in close and smelled me.
"Ash is right. I similar the mode you smell." His voice was a deep purr.
Don't ask me why, just most of the supes I knew used smell equally much every bit sight. More so. I wasn't blessed with the ability to identify smells beyond the ordinary, just I was used to others smelling me all the fourth dimension.
"Uh ... uh..." I was wondering how big his erect was, and what it would exist similar to fuck a panther. I didn't think either one of these were advisable topics at the moment.
Rafe slid onto the stool that Ashur had vacated, and motioned to the bartender. He turned partially toward me and his thigh mashed up against mine. A jolt of awareness shot through me from the contact.
"Ash didn't tell me much near yous. Did he at least tell you anything about me?"
God, I loved his eyes; at that place was a thin gold ring around the black of his iris.
"He told me yous're a panther."
I lifted my mug to him, acknowledging he'd bought me the beer.
"Is Ash a—friend of yours?" He raised an eyebrow at the end of his question.
"He's my best friend." I wanted to plough and then I could look at him while we talked, but I was enjoying the feel of his thigh on my leg too much.
He solved my dilemma for me by grabbing my thigh and swiveling me to face him, his thighs at present bracketing mine. Even better.
I wasn't sure I'd be capable of speech, though.
"Does he accept any claims on y'all?"
"He's not my lover, if that'south what yous're request. Hell, he's the one that introduced us."
"I'thousand just curious." His gaze roamed down my torso, and flames erupted on my skin in its wake. He leaned forward, placing his lips next to my ear, and I forgot how to breathe.
"He must know that—sexual activity with a panther can be—lethal." His hand had ventured toward my crotch while he spoke.
I whispered back to him. "Estimate he really didn't tell yous anything well-nigh me."
Rafe saturday dorsum, his expression questioning.
I crossed my fingers, hoping this guy wouldn't plough out to be overly fascinated with my death. I let the question hang in the air, equally I considered. I picked up my beer and took a wearisome drink from it.
I could feel his torso starting time to vibrate with his growing tension.
"Are you going to tell me?" He bit his words off, and I could tell I was pushing some panther button that I probably shouldn't push.
"I'm kind of tired of guys who find out about me, so consider me a claiming."
Interest sparked in his eyes. Well, what did I look with my mysterious declaration?
"I don't stay dead." There. Information technology was out in the open up.
"What does that mean?" He leaned closer to me, the oestrus of his torso warming mine.
"It ways it doesn't matter if y'all kill me. I won't stay expressionless. I come back."
The look of incredulity that crossed his face up was familiar to me.
"Y'all're kidding."
"Like that's something I'd kid about."
"Yous've been killed before?"
"Several times."
"How many?"
Shit, I didn't call up anymore, it had happened and then frequently.
"I quit counting after a couple of dozen times." I shrugged. It wasn't like it was a big deal to me.
I grew uncomfortable nether the intensity of his scrutiny, though, after I'd fabricated that comment.
Then he leaned in to whisper in my ear again, his hand cupping my crotch. I was certain he could feel the dampness that had undoubtedly soaked through by now.
"Concluding question. Are you a virgin?"
I snorted. Not that I had a lot of room to snort; I'd just never been asked the question earlier and it struck me as funny.
"No, just I'one thousand non far from being one." I didn't desire the guy to think I knew a lot well-nigh having sex, only to disappoint him with my lack of knowledge later.
He was off his stool and reaching for my hand. I slapped my mug on the bar, and reached for his. He wrapped his hand around my wrist, and pulled me off my stool.
"Let's get."
He scanned the other patrons equally he dragged me to the door.
I checked out his ass and legs. Tight ass, lean, muscular legs. He moved with a fluid grace that mesmerized me. Heated me. I was nearly drooling past the fourth dimension nosotros hitting the door.
"Where do you alive?" He'd stopped, and was looking down at me, his face bandage in shadow.
"But across the courtyard." I pointed across the street toward my building.
I had trouble keeping upwards with his long strides as he hustled me to my house.
"It'south the brick building over there." I pointed again. "Nosotros need to go around to the front."
As much as I wanted to become inside with this guy, I even so intended to accept him through my precautionary measures.
We got to the front door, and I placed my palm on the reader. When the low-cal blinked dark-green, I entered my code. It didn't affair if he watched me; he needed both my palm print and the code before the door would open.
The entryway of my place, from this door had been designed past Ashur. Non onl
y did it allow him know who had passed through the door, it somehow gave him intimate details of the person.
Once within, I guided him to the spiral stairs that led to my studio, and sanctuary.
He stopped and looked around my studio, taking in the drinking glass walls and the skylights.
"Must not get many vamps visiting." He took a closer expect at some of my equipment. "What practise you practise here?"
"This is my studio. I make jewelry, and other things with metals."
I'd moved usa across the studio to the sally port. I placed my hand against the reader, and once again typed in a code. The offset ready of doors opened and I ushered Rafe inside. When the doors closed backside us, trapping u.s. in the small-scale circumscribed space, he kind of glared at me.
"What the hell is this?"
"Information technology'due south a safeguard for me, every bit well as those vamps yous mentioned earlier. Beyond the next fix of doors is my secure living area. Sort of a main chamber with extras."
Nosotros passed through the next gear up of doors into a large room that served as a bedroom, kitchen, and living room combination. It had a fireplace with a couch and chairs grouped effectually it, and a full kitchen with a small dining area.
The focal point, even so, was the immense four-affiche bed on the far side of the room. Beyond this room was a hedonist's bathroom, but I figured he could see that after.
The far wall of the room, the one that overlooked the courtyard, boasted a huge flat monitor that was currently showing the courtyard beyond.
"This room has been tested safe for all the others I'd be likely to bring up hither," I explained to Rafe.
"Did Ash assist you practise this?" Rafe wandered through the room. "Why doesn't he go along you for himself?" It seemed to me he was asking himself the question, so I didn't carp answering him. I didn't have an answer anyway; I'd wondered the same matter myself.
Apparently satisfied with the room, he turned his attention to me. My eye stopped, and so beat wildly equally he stalked across the room, his expression dark, an aura of power radiating about him. He wrapped his arms effectually me, and lifted me off my feet for a kiss.
I slung my legs effectually his waist, and let myself go. I was and then caught upward in the taste of his lips, the feel of his natural language, it took me a moment to realize he'd moved u.s.a. to the bed, and had begun undressing me.
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