Eternal Hunger By Ainsley Evans
Published October 28th 2016 by May Books
A desire that won’t be denied…
London, 1860. It’s the night of the Masked Ball, one of the
most elegant events among London society and a chance
for Emily Adams to pretend she’s someone else. Someone
who isn’t penniless and hailing from a scandalized family.
Someone who hasn’t been told by doctors she has less than
a year to live. Behind the mask, Emily can put painful
recollections aside and focus on her mission:
to find a man to give her a first kiss.
A hunger that can’t be tamed . . .
Malcolm MacRoyce is on a different kind of hunt, one he
knows all too well. A ball among English aristocracy is the
last place the immortal Highlander would expect to find
himself, but tonight he’s in pursuit of one of his kind who’s
been terrorizing London—leaving a trail of bloody murders in
his wake. Since Malcolm was cursed centuries ago, he has
lived by a strict code and has sworn vengeance on those
responsible for his transformation, a vengeance that has
gone unsatisfied ---until he meets what he has waited
centuries for: the reincarnation of the woman he’d once
loved…the same woman who damned him.
After a chance meeting in a shadowy garden, Emily can’t
deny the attraction between her and the mysterious
Scotsman. But can she trust this stranger who looks at her
as if he knows her very soul? Or shake the sense that Fate
is playing a game with them both.
Some desires last a lifetime—this one is eternal.
London, 1860. It’s the night of the Masked Ball, one of the
most elegant events among London society and a chance
for Emily Adams to pretend she’s someone else. Someone
who isn’t penniless and hailing from a scandalized family.
Someone who hasn’t been told by doctors she has less than
a year to live. Behind the mask, Emily can put painful
recollections aside and focus on her mission:
to find a man to give her a first kiss.
A hunger that can’t be tamed . . .
Malcolm MacRoyce is on a different kind of hunt, one he
knows all too well. A ball among English aristocracy is the
last place the immortal Highlander would expect to find
himself, but tonight he’s in pursuit of one of his kind who’s
been terrorizing London—leaving a trail of bloody murders in
his wake. Since Malcolm was cursed centuries ago, he has
lived by a strict code and has sworn vengeance on those
responsible for his transformation, a vengeance that has
gone unsatisfied ---until he meets what he has waited
centuries for: the reincarnation of the woman he’d once
loved…the same woman who damned him.
After a chance meeting in a shadowy garden, Emily can’t
deny the attraction between her and the mysterious
Scotsman. But can she trust this stranger who looks at her
as if he knows her very soul? Or shake the sense that Fate
is playing a game with them both.
Some desires last a lifetime—this one is eternal.
I love finding new
Authors, even more so when they find me
for my opinion. She asked me to take a
look at her book.
And when I finished it I could not wait to tell you about her
first book. This book is so well written you will never tell it is
from a new
Author. She has a completely new take on how
vampires came to be as well.
This is Malcolm
Emily and Nora’s tale. Emily is a very
ill
woman and only wants to do one thing before she passes
away, get her first
kiss. When she see Malcolm across the
ball room she cannot help but stare. But before
she can do
anything she must run outside before anyone see her in a fit.
Malcolm
is over 500 years old. Dammed to be this way by
a mysterious woman and a her well.
While he was off at war.
When he returns home he finds his clan and his wife
all
gone or dead. Doomed to live his years without he. But while
hunting a
killer at a masked ball he runs into the last person
he ever thought he would
see again, his Nora. So he does
the only thing he can think so do he kisses
her. Only she has
no memory of him and her name is not Nora but Emily.
Convinced
she is his Nora, he’d know those eyes anywhere.
Now he just has to convince her
to go with him.
Even if he has to kidnap her.
Now before I ruin
this for you I will leave off here. I hope you
enjoy this book as much as
I did. If you do like this book,
please consider leaving a review. The Authors
really like it
when you do; they value your opinions too.
A tremor
ran through her, but it wasn’t from fear. The cruelty of his words contrasted
with the excitement of his closeness, leaving her feeling as if she’d been spun
around and turned upside down.
“Are you
threatening me?” she asked softly. He was far too close. She had to tilt her
head up to speak to him. She kept her eyes on the wall, unable to meet that
intense gaze.
“How will
you stop me?” His mouth lowered slightly, his voice almost a whisper now.
“I—” She
wet her lips. “I could scream.”
She could
feel the heat of him. His mouth drew ever nearer to hers, until it hovered only
inches away.
“But you
won’t.”
His mouth
seized hers, fierce and immediate. She started at first. Then she grabbed his
shoulders, pulling
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Hunger 81
him
closer. His muscles felt as strong as rocks beneath her curling fingertips. His
mouth slanted over hers. Deep, and hard, and fast. His tongue entered as it had
last night, caressing her from the inside. Her head tilted back, and his arms
supported her, making her feel weightless. His skin seemed to sear her through
her clothes. She felt his hard length press against her—the most shocking of
all, but also the most exciting.
From
somewhere inside her, the voice of reason called out. She couldn’t do this. She
squirmed in his arms, trying to pull away.
He broke
the kiss, his gray eyes blazing. “Don’t. Think.”
So she
didn’t. He took her lips again, and all that was important was his mouth over
hers.
I love finding new
Authors, even more so when they find me
for my opinion. She asked me to take a
look at her book.
And when I finished it I could not wait to tell you about her
first book. This book is so well written you will never tell it is
from a new
Author. She has a completely new take on how
vampires came to be as well.
This is Malcolm
Emily and Nora’s tale. Emily is a very
ill
woman and only wants to do one thing before she passes
away, get her first
kiss. When she see Malcolm across the
ball room she cannot help but stare. But before
she can do
anything she must run outside before anyone see her in a fit.
Malcolm
is over 500 years old. Dammed to be this way by
a mysterious woman and a her well.
While he was off at war.
When he returns home he finds his clan and his wife
all
gone or dead. Doomed to live his years without he. But while
hunting a
killer at a masked ball he runs into the last person
he ever thought he would
see again, his Nora. So he does
the only thing he can think so do he kisses
her. Only she has
no memory of him and her name is not Nora but Emily.
Convinced
she is his Nora, he’d know those eyes anywhere.
Now he just has to convince her
to go with him.
Even if he has to kidnap her.
Now before I ruin
this for you I will leave off here. I hope you
enjoy this book as much as
I did. If you do like this book,
please consider leaving a review. The Authors
really like it
when you do; they value your opinions too.
A tremor
ran through her, but it wasn’t from fear. The cruelty of his words contrasted
with the excitement of his closeness, leaving her feeling as if she’d been spun
around and turned upside down.
“Are you
threatening me?” she asked softly. He was far too close. She had to tilt her
head up to speak to him. She kept her eyes on the wall, unable to meet that
intense gaze.
“How will
you stop me?” His mouth lowered slightly, his voice almost a whisper now.
“I—” She
wet her lips. “I could scream.”
She could
feel the heat of him. His mouth drew ever nearer to hers, until it hovered only
inches away.
“But you
won’t.”
His mouth
seized hers, fierce and immediate. She started at first. Then she grabbed his
shoulders, pulling
Eternal
Hunger 81
him
closer. His muscles felt as strong as rocks beneath her curling fingertips. His
mouth slanted over hers. Deep, and hard, and fast. His tongue entered as it had
last night, caressing her from the inside. Her head tilted back, and his arms
supported her, making her feel weightless. His skin seemed to sear her through
her clothes. She felt his hard length press against her—the most shocking of
all, but also the most exciting.
From
somewhere inside her, the voice of reason called out. She couldn’t do this. She
squirmed in his arms, trying to pull away.
He broke
the kiss, his gray eyes blazing. “Don’t. Think.”
So she
didn’t. He took her lips again, and all that was important was his mouth over
hers.
Ainsley Evans was born and raised in the greater New York
City area, but her wanderlust led her to live and work as far
away as Hawaii, Thailand, Cambodia, and New Zealand,
before returning to her original ambition of writing the great
American smut novel. She currently lives in Brooklyn.
This is her first book.
She would love to hear from readers.
Please connect with her on social media.
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