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Mine to Chase

By: Laurann Dohner | Other books by Laurann Dohner
Published By: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Published: Jan 25, 2013
ISBN # 9781419944758
Word Count: 28,119
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Categories: Erotica>Vampires Erotica>Werewolves/Shifters Erotica>Paranormal/Horror

This book is loosely related to Scarred and Kilt from the anthology Something Wicked This Way Comes, Volume 2.

Jasmine met the guy of her dreams, who unfortunately wasn’t interested. She’s spent a year filled with lustful fantasies and soul-deep yearning for a man who doesn’t want her. Now she’s locked away in a dark hole, kidnapped by a madman, her life almost over. She’ll never know what could have been, if only he’d felt the same.
She was supposed to be his a year ago, but Chase had walked away to protect her from his world. He’s a mixed-breed—vampire and werewolf—and his list of enemies is endless. His current mission is to hunt down and kill a rogue vamp who’s preying on humans, but what Chase finds changes everything. Jasmine’s one of the victims. Instinct demands he protect her, possess her. He won’t be denied again. This time, she’s his—for keeps.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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An Excerpt From: MINE TO CHASE
Copyright © LAURANN DOHNER, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
“Hurry up,” he demanded. “I don’t want to be here all night.”
That sexy voice was one she’d never forget. It still made the feminine parts of her respond. It was whiskey and honey, husky but full of strength. A bitter laugh threatened to burst forth. She was dying and her mind had decided to create more fantasies that included him. It beat fixating on the horrific way her life would end.
The slats in the door were wide enough to watch him cross the room to retrieve a shovel. She reached to touch the rough wood, wishing she could get closer. The chain jerked her in place when the length, shackled to her wrist, pulled taut. The cuts, caused by her struggles to wiggle free, hurt enough to make her whimper.
Mr. Woods suddenly spun her way. She couldn’t see his face in the shadows but his blue eyes seemed to glow and he was looking right at her. He dropped the shovel and headed toward the wall. She froze in place, barely breathing, as he crouched on the other side. The change in the color of his irises was stunning, only strengthening her belief that it was just her mind playing tricks.
“Hi,” she got out, not caring if she was talking to a figment of her imagination. Her voice came out rough, dry, and it hurt. She’d kill for a sip of water.
His eyes definitely radiated blue as they widened and his fingers suddenly dug between the slats. Wood snapped when he yanked hard, tearing it away.
“Son of a bitch.” His tone deepened into a snarl, his anger clear.
Jasmine swallowed, trying to stay in the fantasy. It beat the alternative. “Did you ever build those condos?” She wanted to wince at how horrible her voice sounded. It seemed pretty pathetic to screw up a daydream.
“Jasmine?” He leaned closer, a dark shadow.
He gently gripped her upper arms. It still hurt but she didn’t pull away. He had big hands and the warmth of them was worth the pain. His glowing gaze traveled down her body where she sat in the dark, cramped space, before lifting to meet hers.
“I’ll get you free.” One hand released her and he magically withdrew a knife from his long coat. “Hang on.”
His other hand dropped away to grip the shackle on her wrist. It hurt enough to make her cry out but he didn’t stop. The tip of the metal stabbed the lock and he flicked his wrist. The shackle parted, releasing her. He tossed it aside and the chain fell to the dirt next to her knee. He repeated the process to free her from the other restraint.
“Come here.” The knife disappeared into his coat and his arms opened. “Crawl to me. I don’t want to drag you out.”
Every movement hurt but she managed to shift to her knees, careful of the low roof of the storage area she’d been confined inside. He backed up enough to give her room. She straightened the second she was clear and threw her arms around his broad shoulders. Her breasts were smashed against warm cotton and a firm torso.
His soft, silky hair was down now, testament to him being a fantasy. The real man had always kept it secured in a leather tie at the base of his neck. She’d always wanted to see how it would look free from that confinement.
Strong, thick arms wrapped around her waist. She breathed him in instead of the atrocious stench she’d adjusted to. Her nose buried into the long strands of his hair. “You smell so good.”
His massive body tensed.
“Don’t let me go.” She didn’t mind dying if she could just hold onto the memory of him. It meant she wasn’t alone, despite it not being real. “Please. Don’t leave me.”
He drew her closer by tightening his hug. “I’ve got you, Jasmine.”
She wished that were true. “I’m glad it’s you.”
He stroked her back. “You’re safe.”
Exhaustion took hold as his warmth surrounded her. Her eyes closed as she clung to him and the fantasy that had brought him.
Reader Reviews (1)
Submitted By: vayld on Feb 16, 2013
I enjoyed this story, but it wasn't as good as many of Laurann Dohner's other books.

Mine to Chase

By: Laurann Dohner