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Only one rule: never fall in love. But the sex and blood is just too good to pass up. So what to do? Blood and sex are the only fair game he, the hunter, allows me, his prey, to have in our passionate chase through time and space. And for his sake, I’ve had more lives than I care to count. From one life to the next, I played his savage game, hungering for him in a way no amount of blood or sex could ever satisfy me. But not anymore! So how to beat him at his own game and get away with it? Author Laura Tolomei crafts four stories that trace a passionate and tumultuous relationship through time and gender. Don’t miss this exciting prequel to Tasting Leon’s Mark, now available!


“I still can’t believe you chased me through time and space.” Raising his head from the hunter’s chest, Sean gazed at him. “And for all those lives.”

“What’s hard to believe?” That now you’re the most amazing piece of ass I ever saw in my life? One look at Sean and he had known he was in deep trouble with a prey as attractive as him—blond and beautiful with the elegance and unmistakable sensuality of a feline in a tall and well-shaped muscular frame without the bodybuilding look, regular fea­tures and deep blue eyes ready to sparkle. He was too damn gorgeous…no, even more, he was stunning and polarized attention, like a shiny beacon in a dark night, a one-of-a-kind person. And nobody better than Leon Sterling knew it, having reveled in beauty since the day he was born. “That you’re my prey?” Oh, yes, the striking creature was exactly what the hunter had sought for a lifetime, no question about it after recognizing the look in the dazzling dark-blue eyes just like the guru said he would. “That now you’re a man?” Not as much as women, but thank God I like them, too! Someone had kept her side of the bargain, a possibility that had not crossed his mind, not until he saw Sean standing in his office and remembered a promise from a lifetime ago. “That now we’re equals?” Not gonna help you any, sweetie. It would be only more challenging, having to stay one step ahead, hard as it would prove to be considering how badly he wanted to fuck the blond beauty, which in itself was another bad sign. “That now we’ll work together?” Another lucky break, since the interview helped disguise the leap in his heart and the crunch in his stomach while buying him time by pretending to study a file he had memorized long before.

“Yeah, all of the above if not more.”

“There’s just one thing that’s never going to change between us.” His urges quenched for the first time in his life, tension finally eased, driven away by hours of sex and blood. “One thing that shouldn’t surprise you.” Now in the dead of the night, sprawled naked on satin sheet next to his prey, clean and refreshed after a luxurious shower washed off the red streaks, he felt at home. “That I came to take what’s mine.” With a firm grip, he rolled Sean over, relishing the sensation of pressing weight on him. “Because that’s what you are, sweetie.” His, marked and sealed! With playful bites, he nibbled Sean’s neck.

“How did you know where to find me every time?” Sean creased his forehead. “I mean…the world’s a big place.”

“That has never stopped me, or you for that matter.” With a delicate touch, Leon fingered Sean’s incisions. “Don’t you always feel like something’s missing in your life?” Bending, he traced a clean one with his tongue. “How many times did it happen in this life, too?”

“Too many to count.”

“I think it’s our destiny to try and find each other.” Leon deepened the touch, but Sean did not complain.

“And I wonder why we go to all the trouble after all our miserable endings.” His lips curved in a snarl. “We’ve lived more tragedies than an Italian opera it seems.”

“That’s because you never followed rules.”

“How could I?” Heating up as if suddenly remember­ing a forgotten yet still painful quarrel, Sean threw Leon off him, then sat on his knees. “They were your rules, which you enforced without ever consulting me.”

“It wasn’t your call.” Leon regarded him coldly. God, he’s even more beautiful when he’s angry. But it was beside the point. “In any case, they weren’t hard to follow.”

“Really?” Raising his gaze, Sean defied him openly. “Then let’s make it that you fall in love with me for a change, so you’ll know how much it hurts when I leave…or kill you.”

“We hardly met, and already you’re talking about love?” Using his greater weight, Leon toppled and pinned him on the bed. That Sean would be a challenge, the hunter had guessed by reading his file and listening to the opinions, many and varied, the execs disclosed during their prelimi­nary briefings. Not a bad thing in itself to be honest, he had looked forward to it since five years of managing human resources led him to presume he had dealt with most of the problematic profiles. Mr. Davis, however, seemed to defy categories, and after seeing him, Leon had no trouble believ­ing everything he had read and heard about him, if not more. And to have him in his bed, too…well, it would prove even more exciting than he dared hope. “Listen, sweetie, and listen good ‘cause you know I don’t like to repeat myself.” Bending on the exposed neck, he bit it hard just to remind him who was the master. “This time we’re two men, so it’ll be easier to put the limited heterosexual logic aside and finally have fun with our game, without commitments, bonds or any of the other crap that ties emotions to sex as if they were one and the same, which they aren’t.”

Clearly not convinced, his prey did not agree imme­diately, something the hunter put down to his nature, defiant of authority by default. Eventually, though, he saw reason.

“As you wish, lover,” Sean breathed at least in spite of his glazed expression.

“Glad you’re on board.” After one last searching look to make sure his prey would live up to his agreement, Leon ran a hand through Sean’s short but very thick hair, a pleasure for the touch. “You’ll see. If you stick to them, it’ll be better than it has ever been.”

“Yeah…sure…” Stretching luxuriously, Sean winced, then curled on himself. “One thing I’ll certainly miss is your magical healing potion that worked miracles on my skin.”

“Actually, I’ve got it this time, too.” Rising, Leon rummaged through his briefcase until he hit the small flagon he always carried with him. “Here it is.” Triumphant, he held out the round container. “Directly from India.” Returning to the bed, he sat next to the blond beauty’s tempting body—yes, even now that he had consumed the passion of a lifetime in a few brief hours, he still wanted him, which to his sinking heart was only another warning of the danger he was tread­ing on. Turning Sean on his stomach, he rubbed a small dose of the green lotion delicately on the battered flesh crossed by raw red lines in an almost geometrical pattern.

“India?” Sean looked puzzled. “It’s the second time tonight you mention it. What were you doing there?”

“Looking for you, as a matter of fact.”

“Thought I’d be an oriental BDSM concubine?” He chuckled. “Or a geisha perhaps?”

“Maybe both.” Still massaging the tender skin, Leon suppressed a grin, imagining Sean impersonating either. “Actually, it’s a long story.”

“I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“Mmmm…” Leon eyed him skeptically. “Shouldn’t you catch up on your beauty sleep?”

“I’d be late for work anyway, no matter what time I go to sleep.” The irony was unmistakable.

Leaning forward, Leon reached Sean’s ear. “And what will your new boss have to say about it?” he whispered huskily.

“Somehow, I’m sure he’ll be very understanding.” Sean grinned.

“Maybe this time, but not as a rule.”

“Don’t worry.” Again, the bright teasing curve of the lips went straight to crunch Leon’s stomach. “I know all about his rules and I’ve already promised to abide by them.”

“Very well.” Straightening up, Leon gave the finish­ing touches on his prey’s back while recalling an experience he had never revealed to anyone in its full extent. “If you really want to know—”

“Oh, I do and start at the beginning like what was it that drove you there? I mean what kind of life would—”

“Getting curious, eh?” He closed the jar, screwing the lid tightly. “But I suppose it wouldn’t make much sense otherwise.” Putting it aside, he lay down again, pulling Sean closer, still stroking him in a slow movement he found strangely arousing. “I come from a wealthy family up north—Boston like I told you—that gave me everything except the one thing I really wanted.”


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