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Thank you to all who voted! Results from the votes for this story: A contemporary paranormal romance in which the hero, Marc Cullen and the heroine, Delila Allen, have never met before. So let's get started...
Chapter 1
“Would you wake up?”
Marc tried to open his eyes, but the thudding in his head made doing anything but returning to an unconscious state unappealing. Someone jabbed him in the shoulder and another lightning bolt of pain seared through his brain. He mumbled a curse.
“What? What did you say?”
He cracked his eyes open. Light speared in through the thin slits and he swore he could hear the sizzling and popping as it branded the back of his eyeballs. Immediately he slapped a hand over his eyes. Regretted the action the moment he did it.
“Christ,” he hissed. “Go away.”
There was a blessed silence for a moment. No demands. No prodding. But still plenty of pain.
“Go away?”
The woman’s voice was soft, but he didn’t miss the thread of iron underlying the words. Shit. He wasn't up for a meddling female. No matter how good she smelled.
“Yes, go away.” Moving his fingers just enough to peer through them while letting in the smallest amount of light possible, he finally managed to bring his gaze into focus. On a great set of tits stuffed into a sports bra that lifted on a sudden intake of breath. Even with the pain radiating through his body he could truly appreciate the sight before him. He was a man after all. Well, mostly.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve telling me to go away when you’re
So where is Marc? Time to vote and find out!
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