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Attracted to unattainable men, Wynne’s in uncharted territory when two different males show an interest in her. One’s a gargoyle with muscles of steel and a deep, sensuous voice to match. The other, a dark, seductive fae with a smirk that can melt panties. Caught between the two, who will she choose?
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“Don’t remove the bandage.” Wynne crossed her arms and pegged Damian with a warning stare. She’d brought him back from the brink of death. The least he could do was allow himself to heal.
Seated on the couch, Damian dwarfed the claw-footed furniture that had been in the Becknell family for more than a century. Dressed in dark jeans, combat boots, an ever-present pair of black leather gloves and nothing else, he sported six-pack abs, a broad chest, and a couple of biceps larger than any she’d seen. He was a massive male, a gargoyle night guardian, and her current crush.
“You mean this one?” He pried the bandage from his chest, tossed it into the garbage can across the room, and met her gaze. A deep rich bronze, his eyes matched his skin tone, courtesy of his African ancestors. He winked at her, and his lip curled into a lopsided grin.
Wynne’s temper flared, and the kindling she’d stacked in the fireplace burst to life.
Damian raised an eyebrow then chuckled.
Wynne pursed her lips. “Don’t be so casual. When you dragged yourself here three nights ago, I wasn’t sure I could save you. A fae shredded your chest and almost ripped your spark stone right off. That takes longer to heal than your skin. You’re lucky I had some of the rare magic salve.”
His spark stone flared a deep red. Her chest tightened, and she recalled what he really was—a gargoyle. The special gem, placed over his heart, contained a piece of his spirit. Claimed at death as a questionable soul by the goddess, Rhiannon, he served her in the war against Gwawl and his fae army.
He rose from the couch, and the hard muscles in his shoulders bunched, the new scar on his chest pulling taut against his skin. Strength rolled off him like fog coming in from the ocean which only added to his imposing presence. With the natural grace given to him by the Goddess, he closed the distance in an instant, wrapped one gloved hand around her waist, and cradled her chin in his palm.
A shot of adrenaline kicked Wynne’s pulse skyward. Her hands landed on those massive biceps, hard as steel beneath his smooth, warm skin.
He leaned forward, trapping her between his body and the brick fireplace. His breath tickled her ear and sent a shiver to tingle her bottom.
“I so enjoy your tough, demanding side,” he purred.
“So, I’ve discovered,” she whispered.
