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Night Rebel Read Kindle PreviewIn the newest Night Rebel novel, set in New York Times bestselling author Jeaniene Frostβs Night Huntress world, beautiful, daring vampire Veritas risks all to protect Ianβ¦ Some promises are meant to be brokenβ¦ Veritas spent most of her life as a vampire Law Guardian. Now, sheβs about to break every rule by secretly hunting down the dark souls that were freed in order to save Ian. But the risks are high. For if she gets caught, she could lose her job. And catching the sinister creatures might cost Veritas her own life. Some vows are foreverβ¦ Ianβs memories might be fragmented, but this master vampire isnβt about to be left behind by the woman who entranced him, bound herself to him, and then disappeared. So what if demons, other Law Guardians, and dangerous, otherworldly forces stand against them? Come hell or high water, Ian intends to remind Veritas of the burning passion between them, because she is the only person seared on his mindβand his soulβ¦ Excerpt βThereβs nothing crueler than time,β I murmured. βIt stretches when youβre in pain, flies away if youβre happy, and crushes you when you remember all the years that are now gone.β Ianβs gaze became hooded. βTrue. And every so often, time can also be stolen from you. It was from me, and I wonβt stop until Iβve recovered every bit of it.β I let out a short laugh. βYou donβt want to know everything youβve forgotten, but I will tell you thisβDagon has no claim on your soul any longer.β His brows rose. βDemon deals are unbreakable unless the demon dies. Are you saying that Dagon is dead?β βI wish,β I said. Then I retreated into my icy Law Guardian persona. βDagonβs deal with you has been nullified. The details are unimportant. What is important is that youβre free, so take your freedom and go.β His gaze gleamed with green highlights. βThere are many words Iβd use to describe marriage. βFreeβ isnβt one of them.β βWhose fault is that?β I snapped, before composing myself again. βI have no intention of asserting my rights over you. Iβm sure you feel the same way about me. That makes our marriage nothing more than an unfortunate technicality.β He tapped his chin. βNot sure I agree. I wanted to rip Xun Guanβs head off over how she incessantly eye-humped you. The more the merrier, I usually say with lovers, but I seem to be jealous over you.β I covered my shock at that with more chilly deflection. βWhat makes you think we were lovers?β His grin was everything that made Ian unforgettable. βOh, I have many ofΒ thoseΒ memories.β Then his voice deepened. βThough sometimes, I wonder if theyβre real.β βWhy?β I shouldnβt have asked. Why had I? He came nearer, brushing my arms with the lightest of strokes. It still caused shivers to race over me. βBecause nothing that good could possibly be real,β he murmured, and bent his head. I turned away before his mouth touched mine. Then I pushed him back. Doing both took all of my strength. βYour memories are wrong,β I said, which was a lie. So was what I said next. βDuring our brief alliance, yes, we had sex to break up the monotony of laying out our trap for Dagon, but it was nothing exceptional. Once weβd both gotten what we wanted from Dagon, we were glad to part ways with each other.β Ianβs brows had risen at the start of my heartless rendition. By the end of it, they were almost in his hairline. Then he burst out laughing. βWhatβs so amusing?β I asked in my chilliest voice. βYou,β he said, still chuckling. βKnew you must fancy me to convince Crispin to lie his arse off to protect me from a demon I canβt remember, but I didnβt realizeΒ this.β βRealize what?β He gave me a sunny smile. βYouβre madly in love with me.β βWhat?β He waved away my gasp. βNothing to be ashamed of. Youβre in the company of multitudes, though none of them got me to the proverbial altar the way you did. Have I mentioned how impressive that was? Blimey, talk about making the impossible a reality.β Outrage had me sputtering. βYou are such an assββ βCanβt blame it on the Red Dragon, either,β he went on as if I hadnβt spoken. βIβve been high on that several times, yet never woken up with a wife before. Means I must have wanted to marry you, too, shocking though the thought may be.β βYour arrogance isΒ astoundingββ βThen again, I do know youβre mine,β he continued, eyes gleaming now. βDid I tell you I sometimes feel things before they happen? Ah, I can see from your expression that I did. Imagine my surprise when I felt that you were mine the first time I saw you. Felt it again with every memory I had of you. Felt it when you were lying your arse off to the council about me, too, and I really felt it when I walked into your hotel room and breathed in your true scent.β He came close, letting me see him inhale again. βKnocked me right off my feet. βCourse, that also could have been the new memory it elicited, but either way, I know youβre mine. And so do you.β βBullshit,β I said with all the emotion I was denying. Ian only smiled. βKeep pretending. I donβt need you to admit what you feel in order for you to help me recover what Iβve lost. You can show me.β I regained enough control to ask, βHow?β βBeing near you has already inspired one new memory. I expect more will come the longer weβre together.β His gaze turned knowing. βDid you realize that? Is that the other reason youβve tried so hard to avoid me?β βNo.β But now that IΒ didΒ know, it would be. If Ian remembered everything, heβd never let me pay the price for his resurrection alone. His sense of honor would demand that he hunt down the other souls along with me, danger be damned. I had to get away from him before that happened. But how could I escape him? Of course. Ian was formidable, but he did have one rather large weakness. I came toward him and dropped my glamour. My skirt suit was already ripped from the ghoul fight and being buried alive, so my real curves almost overflowed the torn fabric, now too tight. His gaze raked me from the top of my streaked, silvery hair all the way to my feet, and his nostrils flared when he caught my real scent. βThere you are,β he said in a throaty voice. βHere I am,β I agreed. Then I put my arms around him, steeling myself not to get lost in the feel of him. He pulled me close, his body flush against mine. Every nerve ending I had caught fire. So much for me maintaining control. Still, I couldnβt stop now. I tilted my head back and parted my lips, an invitation for him to kiss me. His eyes glowed emerald as he took me up on it. Β  Superlative storytelling, sexy vampires, and plenty of drama!Frost stays true to the beloved characters of the series Start Reading WICKED BITE Now Night Rebel
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