Hunters: Rafe and Sheila

Some of my EC books have reverted back to me, including Rafe and Sheila.  I’m trying to get these back available as time allows, and time has allowed for Rafe and Sheila.

You can read it again if you haven’t had the chance.  🙂

Rafe&Sheilasmall

Revised and Reissued! March 2015

Rafe&SheilasmallBook 6

Sheila is done.

After months of loving the brooding, sexy Hunter, she realizes that all Rafe will ever give her is sex. Leaving him will hurt, but staying will hurt even more. It’s like ripping out her undead heart, but in the end, she knows that her only choice is to do just that…leave.

Rafe is furious.

After all they had together, the sexy belle just up and leaves him? No. It doesn’t work that way. He sets off to find her and when he does, he realizes that things are worse than he realizes. She’s already found herself another lover.

A human lover.

When that human goes missing, Sheila is convinced that Rafe had something to do with it, although he didn’t. And something else is going on…something dark…something evil. Something that could very well cost Rafe the woman he only now discovers he loves…

Includes a bonus story!

Rafe scowled as Sheila left the house, head low, her steps slow. She had donned the dark, close fitting clothes she wore when she Hunted and he couldn’t keep his eyes away from the way the black fatigues stretched across that delightfully round ass.

 

He had missed her.

 

Gone three weeks to Excelsior, and all he could think about was her.

 

He had sensed her the moment he stepped back on Eli’s lands and his blood seemed to burn inside his veins, hunger throbbing in his cock, in his head, tightening his muscles. Seeing her, he had wanted nothing more than to sink to his knees in front of her and wrap his arms around her,  burying his face between her full, rounded breasts.

She made him weak.

And he hated it.

So he had ignored what he wanted, ignored the hesitant smile in her eyes, keeping his attention focused on Erika, ignoring the pain he felt coming from her.

She knew the score, damn it. After giving Erika a slight smile, he had left the kitchen, the scowl deepening on his face once he was out of their sight.

Now, a day later, he couldn’t stop craving a taste of her. Sheila hadn’t been in her rooms today—he had no idea where she had slept. And he refused to go looking for her.
Just after sunset, she had returned, her eyes hooded, the long sweep her rose colored skirt flowing down the length of her thighs, a pretty sweater, shades darker than the skirt, giving color to her creamy complexion. Rafe had watched her from the greatroom where the Hunters of Eli’s enclave had gathered for the night, watched as she sauntered in and dropped onto a couch between Mike and Jonathan. Lori was sitting in Jonathan’s lap, so the two of them took up a little more room, meaning Sheila had to sit closer to Mike than Rafe could stand. Studiously, she ignored the looks he had slid her, staring at Eli with intent focused eyes.

That had sliced. Deep.

Mike’s dark gray eyes had slid to Rafe as Sheila sat there, and Rafe had scowled, jerking his gaze away from the Inherent, knowing his anger was naked for all to see.

Now, hours after the meeting had ended, she was leaving for her night of patrol with her shoulders slumped and her eyes on the ground. Damn it. The southern belle looked about as happy as he felt.

In his hands, he held a short sword, polishing the surface that really didn’t need it. The blade all but glowed in the dim light, reflecting his face back at him as he tore his eyes from Sheila’s form, forcing himself to look at the sword as he ran the cloth up and down.

But barely a moment passed before he lifted his gaze, searching for Sheila once more. She was gone from sight.

Out Hunting.

Walking away from him…

Hunger, pain, guilt, need, they all ran together and wrapped a tight fist around his heart. Laying the sword aside, he spun away from the window to pace the floor.

She knew. He’d warned her from the beginning he wasn’t the man for a relationship. Not that she ever asked for anything. But he saw the disappointment in her eyes every time he pulled back. Sheila wanted more. Hell, that was what she was made for. And he couldn’t give it to her.

But he’d be damned if he let her walk away.

 

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3 Replies to “Hunters: Rafe and Sheila”

  1. I already have this on my nook, do you know if they will update the old version to this one? I’m mainly asking because I really like the pretty new cover! Thanks!

  2. No, they won’t. It’s considered two different versions as the old one is out of print and the rights reverted back to me. I selfpublished the title so I’m now the author and publisher–two totally different versions.

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