Book 4 in the Dream Slayer series is out now! Read a romance excerpt on what Natalie is dealing with. Plus the town is crawling with new blood suckers, the chicago mob, and a mercenary gnome with a happy trigger finger!
Over by the memo boards and town announcements, she saw him—Tristan Miller with his rugged beard, and unkempt hair.
Her heart skipped a beat just to be near him, but she didn’t know what she was going to say. What she was going to do.
She’d been lying to him for too long. But she was sworn to secrecy and telling him the truth wasn’t an option. So what was she going to do?
Natalie studied the MISSING poster he hung of his mother. Maggie Miller’s smiling face covered the paper. But she would never be found. She would never come home because Maggie Miller in the real world was dead—a demon her creator had to put down like a rabid dog.
And when that happened, Maggie disappeared. But Natalie couldn’t tell Tristan any of that. So instead she helped him look for her. And every day she felt sick and a small piece of her died.
Her stomach turned as Tristan took her hand even though he never glanced at her. She rested her head on his shoulder. In the silence, they both stared at the poster for different reasons.
Did he think just staring at it would bring her back? Did Natalie really think he’d ever give up looking? It felt like forever before he rested his cheek against her forehead. Natalie closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to be in love with him just because her creator was.
When he turned, his brown eyes were deep with sadness and grief. He wore it so well. So sexy.
Natalie silently cursed him. All she wanted to do was kiss him. To distract herself, she lied. “We’ll find her.”
Tristan’s voice was husky, deepening over the last few months. “You can’t know that, but somehow, when you say it I feel better.” The corners of his mouth flinched like trying to smile caused him pain.
She stroked his face and his hands rocked her closer to him. She needed something to be real in this fake world of monsters and dreams.
But to take comfort from Tristan was wrong, so wrong, but she couldn’t resist him much longer. She wanted him so bad, her skin was on fire. Her heart flamed.
Natalie wanted to press her lips hard against his; she wanted her skin against his, and to move against each other as one.
She needed to be stronger than this.
Tristan’s nose nuzzled her cheek. His breath was warm against her in the chill December air. Her eyes closed and she expelled breath as his scruffy chin rubbed against her cheek like sandpaper. It gave her chills. She should have hated it, but she didn’t.
Instead of kissing her where she wanted it most, Tristan kissed her cheek, his warm, moist lips lingering against her skin. It was a dance they had been doing almost every day since October. The day Natalie told him they couldn’t be anything more.
Now it was like he was going to make her beg for it and Natalie wished she could.