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Running in the Dark by Inger Iversen
(Running in the Dark #1)
Publication date: February 8th 2016
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
He is known only as Trace—because he leaves no trace of his victims behind.
A deadly Russian slayer, Trace’s life has always revolved around death. Death, and preventing humankind from learning about the legendary creatures of the night. But now his position as a Watcher has become a prison, and dealing death for the Vampire Nation isn’t as prestigious as he once believed it to be.
College dropout Bessina Darrow has witnessed things she isn’t permitted to see, a simple case of wrong place at the wrong time putting her life in danger. When Bessina becomes his new mark, Trace is prepared to eliminate her—until he discovers a way out for them both.
Protecting Bessina means defying the leaders of the Nation, an act that has them both running for their lives. The more Trace fights to disappear from danger, the more he unravels the secrets crafting his world—secrets he must unveil in order to finally save a life, instead of destroy it. Okay , I can do that.
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From the moment of his conception, his life had been laid out in front of him, and an average human life that would span a few decades wasn’t something he’d been granted. His human mother and vampire father had created a killing machine for the Nation, able to circumvent the things that killed most vampires.
The fear in Bessina’s eyes gave way to curiosity and Trace’s knees nearly buckled. Could she want him as well? Even after she’d learned what and who he was?
He cleared his throat. “Let’s get back in the car.” He released Bessina, but kept hold of one of her small, warm hands. Gently, he pulled her forward, leading her back to the car.
She stilled and Trace turned around. He thought he’d convinced her to stay with him. Maybe she had changed her mind.
“Wait.” She placed her fingers on his top lip and softly pulled it up. “Show me.”
He pulled back, taking her hands in his as she tried to pull his lips again. “Bessina . . . ” He sighed and fumbled with her hands, trying not to hurt her as he pulled them away and held them steady at her sides. “I don’t think that’s—”
She moved her hand out of his and rested it on his shoulder, leaned in on her tiptoes, and placed a soft kiss on his lips. To steady herself, she placed her other hand on his chest and deepened the kiss. Her warm tongue deftly moved past his lips, causing Trace to shudder.
He wanted more; he wanted everything. And as he wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck to pull her closer, she pulled away, leaving him cold and bereft in the wake of her absence.
“Show me,” she said. This time, her voice was a husky rasp.
He let his fangs descend. Anything, if it meant she’d place those lips against his once more.
Her fingers found their way to his lips. “Does it hurt?”
He frowned. Was he so starved for attention, a kiss and a light touch was enough to throw him over the edge?
“Oh, it does? I’m sorry.”
His frown must have confused her. He’d rectify that now. She needn’t pity him. He was a killer—a man unworthy of her pity. “No, the hunger hurts more, but is easily assuaged.”
As she stood in front of him, with her finger gently tracing his fangs, he thought of nothing other than holding her—not sleeping with her, or biting her—just holding her and never leaving her. Trace could taste the natural salt on her skin, he could feel the pulse at the tip of each fingertip, and he could smell the blood traveling below her skin.
As she traced his lips, scorching them with her touch, he closed his eyes. He allowed his hands to move to her waist and pull her close. Bessina’s scent enveloped him, her taste still lingered on his tongue and his body reacted to each sensation as if he were a prepubescent teen experiencing touch for the first time.
Inger Iversen was born in 1982 to Anne and Kaii Iversen. She lives in Virginia Beach with her overweight lap cat, Max and her tree hugging boyfriend Joshua. She spends 90 percent of her time in Barnes and Noble and the other ten pretending not to want to be in Barnes and Noble.
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