"You have fangs, drink blood, and have lived almost a thousand years, but you're not a vampire."
"Correct."
~pg. 100 Darkness Dawns by Dianne Duvall
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"His Grace Gideon Alrick Trumbull, the 10th Duke of Roxleigh, held a countenance both foreboding and powerful. His ability to terrify people with his demeanor only helped his business dealings, creating a sense of either security or terror —depending on which side of the table you were seated— and tonight he seated himself clearly on the wrong side of his own table. He had nearly killed a girl.”
“Samson’s grace and surefootedness at breakneck paces was the closest Roxleigh had ever come to some semblance of peace in his life. His head was never clearer, his nerves were never calmer, and his mind was never more unbound than when he rode Samson. He listened to the horse’s steady breathing, the exertion of his exhalations, and the steady beat of his hooves, punctuated by the swift silence of the jumps and the exclamation of the landing, like a staccato symphony. His mind unfurled its stressed tethers with the smooth action of Samson at full speed.” 
“Don’t,” he cautioned as he held her hips firmly, trying to stop her wiggling. “Stop moving, or neither of us will make it out of this maze anytime soon,” he said gruffly. Her skin flushed, a heated blush rolling from her toes to the top of her head. The warmth raced to her core and he couldn’t bring himself to release her as the heat soaked into his hands. “Just a moment, I—” he broke off, gasping for air. He looked into her eyes and watched the fever of her blush blossoming over her face, forcing another rush of blood...
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