My Waiting on Wednesday this week is
Lover Avenged by Jr Ward.
Caldwell, NY, has long been the battleground for the vampires and their enemies, the Lessening Society. It’s also where Rehvenge has staked out his turf as a drug lord and owner of a notorious nightclub that caters to the rich and heavily armed. His shadowy reputation is exactly why he’s approached to kill Wrath, the Blind King, and leader of the Brotherhood.
Rehvenge has always kept his distance from the Brotherhood, even though his sister is married to a member. Because he’s a symphath, his identity is a deadly secret- the revelation of which will result in his banishment to a colony for sociopaths. And as plots within and outside the Brotherhood take their toll against Rehvenge, he turns to the only source of light in a darkening world- Ehlena, a vampire untouched by the corruption that has its hold on him- and the only thing standing between him and eternal destruction.There is no doubt in my mind if you read the first two exerpts of Lover Avenged you will be hooked.
This is a small part of the second exerpt...
How are you this evening?” she said as she forced herself to look the patient in the eye.
The instant his amethyst stare met hers, she had no idea what had come out of her mouth.
Rehvenge son of Dragor sucked the thought right out of her head until nothing mattered except for those flashing purple eyes of his.
He was a cobra, this male, mesmerizing because he was deadly and because he was beautiful. With his cropped dark mohawk and his hard, smart face and his huge body, he was sex and power and unpredictability all wrapped up in . . . well, a black pinstriped suit that clearly had been made for him.
“I’m tight, thank you,” he said, his voice much deeper than the average male’s. Much deeper than most oceans, it seemed. “And you?”
He smiled a little, because he was fully aware that none of the nurses liked being in the same enclosed space with him, and evidently he enjoyed the fact that he made them all uncomfortable.
At least that was how she read his expression.
She put his chart down on the desk and took her stethoscope out of her pocket. “I’m very well.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yes.” She turned toward him. “I’m going to take your blood pressure and your heart rate.”
“My temperature, too.”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to open my mouth now?”
Ehlena’s skin flushed, and she told herself it was not because that drawl of his made the question sexual. “Er— No.”
“Pity.”
Rehvenge’s shoulders rolled as he removed his suit jacket, and, with a lazy flick of the hand, he tossed the thing onto the sable coat that was carefully draped over a chair. He always had a coat like that with him no matter the season. Usually he wore them, but not always.
They were worth more than the house Ehlena rented. Apiece.
His long fingers went to the diamond cuff link on his right wrist.
“Could you please do that on the other side?” She nodded toward the wall she would have to squeeze against. “More space for me on your left.”
He hesitated, then went to work on his opposite sleeve. Rolling the black silk up past his elbow and onto his thick bicep, he kept his arm turned in.
Ehlena took the blood pressure equipment from a drawer and ripped it open as she approached him. Touching him was always an experience, and she rubbed her hand on her hip to get ready.
When she clasped his wrist, the current that licked up her arm landed in her heart, making her think of that coffee she’d just downed. It was as if the male carried an electrical charge in his body, and considering that those eyes of his alone were enough to distract the hell out of her, the voltage routine didn’t help.
Damn it, where was her usual detachment. . . .Even with him, she was able to keep straight and do her job.
Kicking herself into professional gear, she moved his arm into position, brought the cuff up and— “Good . . . Lord.”
The veins running through the crook of his elbow were decimated from overuse, swollen, black and blue, as ragged as if he’d been using nails, not tiny needles, on himself.
Her eyes shot to his. “You must be in such pain.”
“Doesn’t bother me.”
Tough guy. Like she was surprised? “Well, I can understand why you wanted to come in tonight.” She gently prodded at a red line that was traveling up his arm, heading in the direction of his heart. “There are signs of infection.”
“I’ll be fine.”
All she could do was raise her eyebrows. Given how calm he was, clearly he was clueless as to the implications of sepsis.
Death would not look good on him, she thought for no particular reason.
Elhena shook her head. “Let’s take your reading on the other arm. And I’m going to have to ask you to take your shirt off. The doctor’s going to want to see how far up your arm that infection goes.”
His mouth lifted in a smile as he reached for his top button. “My pleasure.”
Ehlena looked away fast.
“I’m not shy,” he said in that low voice of his. “You can watch if you like.”
“No, thank you.”
“Pity.” In a darker tone, he added, “I wouldn’t mind you watching.”
The instant his amethyst stare met hers, she had no idea what had come out of her mouth.
Rehvenge son of Dragor sucked the thought right out of her head until nothing mattered except for those flashing purple eyes of his.
He was a cobra, this male, mesmerizing because he was deadly and because he was beautiful. With his cropped dark mohawk and his hard, smart face and his huge body, he was sex and power and unpredictability all wrapped up in . . . well, a black pinstriped suit that clearly had been made for him.
“I’m tight, thank you,” he said, his voice much deeper than the average male’s. Much deeper than most oceans, it seemed. “And you?”
He smiled a little, because he was fully aware that none of the nurses liked being in the same enclosed space with him, and evidently he enjoyed the fact that he made them all uncomfortable.
At least that was how she read his expression.
She put his chart down on the desk and took her stethoscope out of her pocket. “I’m very well.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yes.” She turned toward him. “I’m going to take your blood pressure and your heart rate.”
“My temperature, too.”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to open my mouth now?”
Ehlena’s skin flushed, and she told herself it was not because that drawl of his made the question sexual. “Er— No.”
“Pity.”
Rehvenge’s shoulders rolled as he removed his suit jacket, and, with a lazy flick of the hand, he tossed the thing onto the sable coat that was carefully draped over a chair. He always had a coat like that with him no matter the season. Usually he wore them, but not always.
They were worth more than the house Ehlena rented. Apiece.
His long fingers went to the diamond cuff link on his right wrist.
“Could you please do that on the other side?” She nodded toward the wall she would have to squeeze against. “More space for me on your left.”
He hesitated, then went to work on his opposite sleeve. Rolling the black silk up past his elbow and onto his thick bicep, he kept his arm turned in.
Ehlena took the blood pressure equipment from a drawer and ripped it open as she approached him. Touching him was always an experience, and she rubbed her hand on her hip to get ready.
When she clasped his wrist, the current that licked up her arm landed in her heart, making her think of that coffee she’d just downed. It was as if the male carried an electrical charge in his body, and considering that those eyes of his alone were enough to distract the hell out of her, the voltage routine didn’t help.
Damn it, where was her usual detachment. . . .Even with him, she was able to keep straight and do her job.
Kicking herself into professional gear, she moved his arm into position, brought the cuff up and— “Good . . . Lord.”
The veins running through the crook of his elbow were decimated from overuse, swollen, black and blue, as ragged as if he’d been using nails, not tiny needles, on himself.
Her eyes shot to his. “You must be in such pain.”
“Doesn’t bother me.”
Tough guy. Like she was surprised? “Well, I can understand why you wanted to come in tonight.” She gently prodded at a red line that was traveling up his arm, heading in the direction of his heart. “There are signs of infection.”
“I’ll be fine.”
All she could do was raise her eyebrows. Given how calm he was, clearly he was clueless as to the implications of sepsis.
Death would not look good on him, she thought for no particular reason.
Elhena shook her head. “Let’s take your reading on the other arm. And I’m going to have to ask you to take your shirt off. The doctor’s going to want to see how far up your arm that infection goes.”
His mouth lifted in a smile as he reached for his top button. “My pleasure.”
Ehlena looked away fast.
“I’m not shy,” he said in that low voice of his. “You can watch if you like.”
“No, thank you.”
“Pity.” In a darker tone, he added, “I wouldn’t mind you watching.”
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