Blood Heart — Lexi C. Foss

Asset File 4-7: Elizabeth Watkins 
Genotype: Non-Human 

That's the only information Jayson Masters has about his newest assignment. To learn more, he'll need to infiltrate her life in the most intimate of ways without getting too close. 

Game on. 

Lizzie's new neighbor is loud, seductive, and ridiculously attractive. And he keeps flirting with her. With the recent death of a close friend hanging over her head, Lizzie tentatively agrees to a new friendship in hopes of ignoring her broken heart. 

A web of lies isn't sustainable forever. 

And sometimes love isn't enough. 

An immortal war is brewing, and she's the key... 

2019 RWA Desert Rose Golden Quill Winner in the Paranormal Romance category2019 Georgia Romance Writers Maggie Finalist in the Paranormal Romance category 

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"Stop teasing and kiss me," she demanded. The voice sounded nothing like hers--so throaty and hot--but it inspired the reaction she wanted. 
"Careful what you wish for, Red." He lifted her onto the island counter, yanked her forward, and stepped between her thighs. "You just might get it." 

Her body went up in flames as he took her mouth in a kiss meant to devastate her feminine senses. 

Oh. My. God. 

His tongue... Lizzie didn't know they could move like that. 

She fought to keep up, her nails digging into his scalp as he ravaged her inside and out. No way did she regret this request. She'd demanded, and he delivered. 

His palms slid up her sides, scattering goose bumps in their wake and hardening her nipples. When he reached her neck, she was putty in his hands, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. 

He tilted her head to an angle that allowed deeper entry into her mouth while aligning his lower body with hers. 

A jolt of electricity shot up her spine from both shock and something carnal. No man had ever touched her there, but she could feel him through the thin barrier of her panties. 

Because she was in a dress. 
With her legs wrapped around a man. 
In his kitchen. 

How deliciously wanton.