Morganna's Sacrifice

Blurb

Morganna Starlight, a faery doctor, and Keelan Moonhunter, a dark elf, were once passionate lovers separated by a goblin's hatred and betrayal. That same hatred reunites them through another savage act, but there are painful memories that still haunt them both. One being that Keelan is now an elven vampire. Will Morganna sacrifice everything she has ever known to remain with her dark lover? Or will Keelan's torturous past separate them forever?

Excerpt

"Come in, Morganna. I see you found your way. I was just about to come get you."

Carefully, she stepped into the room, her attention focused on the brooding eyes of the stranger. "Were you? It seemed to me you were quite involved in something a bit more engrossing."

He tucked her hand beneath his arm as he drew her across the room. "I want you to meet Daffyd. He's a very important part of my life now." He looked at Daffyd and she saw something pass between them. "This is Daffyd Angelus, one of the founders of Vampyre Falls. He saved my life."

Daffyd offered her a polite smile as he studied her. "I'm very pleased to meet you at last, Morganna. Keelan has spoken of you often." She met his look, determined not to waver, but something in that black look, the pinpoint of silvery light at their heart seemed to draw her energy. She felt herself folding and her head began to hurt. She lifted a hand to rub at her temple.

"Daffyd, don't. This is not a contest. She'll tell you whatever you want to know." Keelan led her toward a black velvet love seat. He encouraged her to sit and wrapped a steadying arm around her.

The pain in her head began to subside and she straightened away from him. Jumping up from her seat, she strode away from the overwhelming energy of the two men. Whoever Daffyd Angelus was, he was extremely powerful.

"Don't let him frighten you, Morganna." Her attention shot to Keelan. "Frightened? I'm not scared of him. I just don't know what he wants. And he tried to get inside my head--without permission, I might add."

Daffyd shrugged. "I apologize. It's habit. Anyone new who comes to the Falls. I'm suspicious, especially with someone from your realm. Keelan may trust you, but I don't know you, do I?"

She riveted a look back at Keelan. "Why did you bring me here, Keelan? He's obviously your lover now. What do you want from me?"

Keelan glanced at Daffyd quickly and then back to her. "It's complicated. I won't lie to you... I do care for Daffyd. He saved my life and since I've been here we've become...close. But it doesn't change how I feel about you. Or the fact that I want you with me."

She paced around the circumference of the room as she studied them both, arms folded across her chest. "How did you know what Syril had planned for me?"

Daffyd's wary dark eyes tracked her movements, she could feel the magnetic gaze locked onto her. It made her feel like a moving target and he was just waiting for the moment to pounce. He wanted something from her.

Keelan was the one to answer her. "Daffyd has a spy among the coven that Syril bartered with. A witch."

"Enough, Keelan. Don't reveal too much."

Keelan wheeled on Daffyd. "She's not going to betray us. I told you she can be trusted."

"She worked for Grimstarker. How can you possibly know what she's capable of after all these years? Her kind want us all dead."

Keelan turned to Morganna.

She saw the trust in his eyes, remembered the love they had shared so long ago.

"Because I know her as well as I know myself. She would never betray me."

"How do you know she didn't deal with Grimstarker all those years ago? Maybe she has something more in her sights than emotion. She's a faery and they're not know for their depth of emotion."

"Stop it. I'm right here. Stop talking about me as though I weren't. You are the ones who brought me here." Morganna turned on Daffyd. "I would never do anything to hurt Keelan. How dare you suggest such a thing." She studied him intently. "But you. Why did you allow him to bring me here if you don't trust me? You want something from me; I can feel it."

His gaze was dispassionate as he returned her cold look. "You're here because Keelan wants you. I'll admit you are appealing in a faery sort of way. Your blood...interests me." He stepped toward her. She refused to back away and stood her ground as he approached and stopped in front of her. There was something in the way he looked at her. His gaze was smoldering, and the thick wisps of lust stroked and penetrated her. The energy emanated from him.

Something split open inside her in response to the vampire , and her stomach twisted, her breasts swelled, and her nipples grew tight and sensitive. She felt the steady rush of her blood throb in the vein at her neck. At that moment, his attention dropped to her neck, and she knew exactly what he yearned to take from her.

Her faery blood.

"He was right about you. I can see it. But not for the reasons you think."

As he leaned closer, she held her breath. One of his hands brushed lightly across the fullness of a breast, and she hissed at the touch, yet she still couldn't bring herself to move away from him.

"Keelan."

"I'm here, Morganna," he said from across the room. "I won't leave you. And Daffyd's not going to hurt you. Are you, Daffyd?"