Thursday, 31 March 2016

Wiccan Haus (Book #6) Book Blitz - Unveil My Heart by: Nya Rayne


Hayze has roamed the Earth for over three millennia alone, praying to one day find the other half of his soul. The one woman who would make his deadened heart beat once more. He never imagined he’d find her, Blaine, in a bloodied heap beneath the claws of a despicable yazaron, the very bane of his existence. Hayze saved Blaine and as a reward was given three days to make her love him or he would cease to exist. Literally.

Blaine spent those three days in ICU fighting for her life. And now when Hayze’s time left on earth is borrowed at best, the woman for whom he would gladly die a hundred times over would rather spit on him than look at him.

Fate, what a cruel bitch.


He smoothed the back of his hand down her cheek as he slowly licked his lips, his eyes begging her to stay a moment longer, to hold on to this stolen moment between them.
“I-I-have to pay you back somehow,” she whispered, not breaking the contact.
Hayze tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. “I assure you it’s not necessary.” His eyes searched her face from brow to chin and cheek to cheek, in a whisper of promises and apologies she wasn’t quite ready to hear.
“I don’t like being indebted to anyone.” She swallowed. “If I am, I feel like I’m that person’s property.”
He traced her lower lip with the tip of his thumb as he leaned in closer. “Would it be that bad, Blaine, to belong to me?” A rueful smile crossed his face before he hid it.
“I—You don’t know me. I don’t know you.” Blaine closed her eyes and tried to ignore the way her heart reached for his and her soul reveled in his touch. Something soft brushed her lips, but she couldn’t say it was his lips because lips weren’t supposed to be that soft. She opened her eyes and watched in fascination as the tip of his tongue flitted over his lower lip. “I have to pay you back,” she blurted, jerking her head out of his hold.
“If you must, I’ll make a deal with you.”
“A deal?”
“Yes. Let’s call it a compromise.”
“Okay, a compromise.” She agreed.
“For the remainder of time we have here on this island, share your meals with me. Take walks with me in the afternoons. Share with me your dreams, your aspirations, and your fears.” He was leaning still closer now, nearly whispering in her ear. His breath misted over her earlobe, warming it. “I will not take your money, Blaine, but I will gladly take your time as payment.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Why not?” Hayze shifted so that he was looking her directly in the eye. He still wasn’t touching her, but she could feel the tips of his fingers tracking slowly down the side of her cheek to her neck. It made no sense, but still she could feel him.
Her gaze moved down to the tattoo covering his neck and she would’ve sworn that it formed the shape of a large paw and reached out toward her. She blinked and the tattoo was back to normal. “Because the world doesn’t work that way.” Jesus, she wanted to kiss him, to melt into him and forget her life of pain.
 “That’s the thing, Blaine, all you have to say is yes and it can work exactly that way for us.”
“I’m not that lucky, Hayze.”
“What does luck have to do with this?  I’m here, you’re here, why can’t we just be here together?”
Was it really that simple? She stepped back, forcing more space between them. “You’re crazy.”
“I’ve been called worse.” Hayze grinned and stepped back as well, giving her the space she needed.
For another brief moment she swore the ink of his tattoo moved again, this time receding further down into the neckline of his shirt.  Now she was certain she was losing her damn mind.  Tattoos didn’t move! Right?
“Will you accept my compromise?”

No comments:

Post a Comment