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Blue-Blooded Vamp (Sabina Kane #5) Midnight Curse (Disrupted Magic #1)

Because nobody else drives me insane like this. He angrily drags both hands through his hair. One minute you’re all smiles and hugs on New Year’s, the next you’re—

Did I imagine that? Or did the book lure me to it?I pull off the cover of the sketchbook Prince Ashwin gave me. The real front of the Zhaleh is worn and creased like an old man’s face. I run my hand over the tanned deer hide, and my pulse hitches. I should leave it alone. The Zhaleh holds darkness. And yet . . .

Glad Tidings

As I open the true cover, I brace for an assault on my senses. I assume the mere act of unsealing the book will unleash evil, but nothing happens. Exhaling shallowly, I start in.The first page is divided into four columns. At the top are symbols, one each for water, sky, land, and fire. Names are written beneath the symbols. The top four names are the First Bhutas, including Uri under the fire symbol. Below them, line after line, page after page, are the proceeding bhuta generations. After twenty pages or so, the column of Burners becomes shorter than the others. Starting at the bottom, I skim the list backward. My finger stops.I brush my thumb over my father’s surname. KZ. We have the same initials.

Club Dead (Sookie Stackhouse #3)

Kalinda Zacharias, I say, testing how it sounds. The last part rings foreign, like an off-tune sitar string. I whisper my full name to myself once, twice, a third time. Kalinda Zacharias. The last time the sound slides out of my mouth and sits right in my ear.A shadow appears on the wall, cast from behind me. Someone is here. I whirl around and grasp the intruder by the throat. My fingers glow, pulsing with fire.

It’s me. Prince Ashwin gulps hard, his gullet bobbing against my palm.

I drop my hold on him and retract my powers before he sees. With my pulse charging, I hide the Zhaleh behind me. I didn’t hear you come in.Harvard is in the lead now, and we’ve only got two and a half minutes to try to tie it up again. The Briar fans in the arena are screaming. The clock keeps ticking.

Briar scrambles. Fitz gets a shot on net, and a collective groan rocks half the stands when Johansson stops it. The goalie holds on, and the whistle blows.I cup my mouth with both hands. Come on, boys! I shout as they line up for the faceoff. They have one minute and fifteen seconds to make something happen.

Tempting the Player (Gamble Brothers #2)

But Coach Pedersen is no fool. He puts his best guys on the ice for the last minute, treating it like a penalty kill. It’s the A-Team: Will Bray and Dmitry Petrov on defense; Connelly, Weston, and Chilton filling the forward slots. And they’re so fucking solid. The puck remains in their possession the entire time. Harvard is on the attack and Corsen is like a ninja, fending off shot after shot after shot. And although it helps us, this is not what we need to be doing. We shouldn’t be stopping bullets, we should be unleashing our own.Ten seconds to go. Disappointment forms in my belly. I peer toward the Briar bench, seeking out my dad. His face is completely expressionless, but his jaw holds a lot of tension. He knows what’s about to happen.

The third period is over.I can’t believe this. Summer tucks a strand of golden hair behind her ear as she and I stand in one corner of the lobby. I feel so bad for Fitzy.

Me too. And for the rest of the guys.Well, of course. Them, too. She rests her head against my shoulder, her glum gaze fixed on the entry to the corridor. We’re waiting for the players to come out, and we’re not the only ones. Fans and puck bunnies alike loiter in the cavernous space, ready to offer support and comfort to both the winners and the losers. At least most of the Briar guys will get laid without much effort tonight.

Since it’s an away game, my father and the guys have to ride the bus back to campus. Some Harvard players trickle out first, and the girlfriends and groupies swarm like bees. Jake and Brooks appear, both looking undeniably fine in their dark suits. I love whoever came up with the after-game dress code. Their suit jackets stretch across impossibly broad shoulders, and my heart does a little flip when I notice Jake’s hair is still damp from the shower. Which plants in my head the image of a naked Jake in the shower. Which is delicious.Weston’s face lights up when he spots Summer. Di Laurentis! He saunters over and opens his arms for a hug.

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