A Legend is Born
By T.L. Phillips
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Nineteen-year-old Lissa witnessed the brutal murder of her parents by blood-thirsty vampires at the tender age of fourteen. She would have suffered the same unpleasant fate had tall, dark, and mysterious stranger Max not intervened. Every night since Lissa, along with an elite group of fighters, trains and patrols the mostly abandoned streets around the city of Buffalo, NY. They quietly thwart the dastardly plans of rogue vampires and cursed shifters in an attempt to protect mankind.
Having been told that all shifters are evil, Lissa is taken by surprise when she learns that there are good ones in the world - the Guardians. And she's bonded with one of them, an ultra-rare occurrence amongst Guardians in recent years and unheard of between a Guardian and a mortal. When a typically fatal injury threatens to end her, her bond-mate throws caution to the wind and uses his own blood to save her. The consequences could be disastrous when Lissa wakes up to find she is no longer human, and not only a shifter herself but the shifter queen.
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My lips brushed across her earlobe, and her body shuddered. I should have pulled away, put some distance between us and regained my composure. However, the scent of her shampoo mixed with her desire kept me planted there, our bodies hovering against each other without touching.
Her voice was low and husky, barely a whisper. “Max...”
I brushed my lips across the scar along her jaw, our hearts racing in our chests. Before I realized what was happening, my lips were pressing down on hers unleashing years of pent-up desire. Her body arched forward, encouraging me to continue. I wove my fingers through her hair as I cradled the back of her head in my palm, leaving her no room to back away from me.
My free hand trailed the soft, creamy flesh on her arm, leaving a sea of goose bumps in its wake. Lissa's body relaxed into mine with a muffled moan as I traced her perfect lips with my tongue. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling us closer together. I deepened the kiss. Excitement pulsed through my body as I instinctively guided us to her bed.
She felt so good in my arms, like she was made to be there. I gently pulled her down onto the bed on top of me, never letting our lips lose contact. My breath caught in my chest as she took control of the kiss. She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned with pleasure as she thrust her tongue deeper into my mouth.
I ran my hands down her back, encircling her in my arms. A jolt of electricity shot through me as my hand brushed across the exposed flesh of the small of her back, and I froze. In all my years, never had I experienced anything like it. My mother used to tell me that I would know when I found my one.
From the way her body fit perfectly against mine to its reaction to my touch, I knew she was the one. My mate. My only thought after that was making her mine. I needed her more than she could ever imagine.
It was that blinding, deafening, all-consuming kind of need that only comes along once in a lifetime. The fire raged deep in my soul. Burning me to the bone with the knowledge that if I didn't claim her at that moment, it would kill me for sure.