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at his gentle touch and blazing attention. “This isn’t professional behavior.”
    “No, it isn’t.”
    “What we’re doing could be misinterpreted if someone walks in.”
    “What do you think we’re doing?”
    “You’re flirting.”
    He chuckled. “And you’re not?”
    She paused, caught off guard. “What’ll happen if we get caught?”
    He smiled, his grin like a hungry wolf, a man unleashed from civilization. “Oh, yeah, that sounds kinky. What would I have to do to get there?”
    Obviously Conall meant drop-dead business. The man liked risks. Danger.
    Oh, boy.
    More shoulds flew toward Evelyn. She should back away. She should slap him. She should …
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    Night Scream
    As she took a deep breath of his musky scent, her senses went into overload. Before she could amass more mental objections, he kissed her.
    Yeah.
    She heard the deep, masculine tone in the word as it slipped through her mind.
    She pushed away from his kiss. “You can read my mind. What are you?”
    He frowned, but his eyes twinkled with genuine amusement. He clasped her hand closer to his chest, capturing her fingers under his. “It’s not in my code of ethics to make love to a woman without her knowing my biggest secret.”
    “I’ve heard rumors about agents with special abilities. And your eyes are so…so different.”
    He took her hand from his chest and brought it to his lips. He kissed her fingers.
    “I’m a vampire.”
    Her eyes widened, but if she expected to feel frightened, she didn’t. “You’re pulling my leg, right? Vampires do not exist.”
    Conall grinned. “I was born in 1732 and made into a vampire on my thirtieth birthday by a female vampire who wanted to share an immortal life with me. I’m forever thirty.”
    “So you’re telling me the golden eyes and the mind reading are because you’re the undead.”
    “In a matter of speaking. But baby, I’m far from dead.”
    Evelyn couldn’t equate this hot-blooded, gorgeous man standing in front of her with someone who sucked the life out of humans. “But— But—”
    “Spit it out, honey,” he said softly. “What do you want to know?”
    “But you kill people by sucking blood?” She heard her voice going higher.
    “No. I’ve never turned mortals into vampires. I couldn’t do that. And I never harm anyone but the bad guys.”
    “So why aren’t you with this vampiress who turned you into an immortal?”
    “Because I didn’t love her then, and I don’t love her now.”
    Satisfaction ran through Evelyn even if her suspicious nature wouldn’t let her believe what he said quite yet. “Does the SIA know you’re a vampire?”
    “The SIA knows. And I’ll prove to you that I’m not an average man in more ways than one. I’ve got talents you haven’t seen yet. You’re ripe for mating, whether you know it or not. A male vampire can sense a woman who is in need of a good fuck a mile away. And when a vampire fucks a mortal woman the fireworks can be something else.”
    His husky tone fired her into overdrive. She’d never realized until this moment what an aphrodisiac the word fuck could be in the right circumstances.
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    Denise A. Agnew
    Trembling with the wildest sexual urges she could remember having, she looked into the heat simmering in his eyes. She itched to touch his chest, his nipples, his stomach, his cock, everywhere and anywhere.
    “This is crazy,” she whispered. “What about birth control and STDs—”
    “I can’t have children and carry no disease.” Before she could protest, he tugged her closer and back into his arms. “If that banshee had hurt you—” He shook his head. His gaze drew her into a growing spiral of heat, a building roar of sexual energy that needed somewhere to explode. As he caressed her cheek with his lips, he whispered,
    “Put me out of my misery, Evelyn. Fuck me until I can’t stand up.”
    Wow.
    Maybe she’d been looking for adventure as a special agent for SIA instead of finding adventure with a