Calder Blake lost everything: his mother, his father, his very identity. Until Cass, he didn’t believe he deserved to be a Blake, where family and loyalty always come first.
But what if Cass can’t give Calder what he needs to move on from his broken past?
Or worse, what if someone’s determined that Cass will never get a chance to become a Blake?
DEAR READERS: BLOOD ROSE is a stand alone story, but if you haven’t read how Cass and Calder’s love story first started, you can do so through GOLD SHIMMER and STEEL RUSH. Not only do you get to take the journey with Cass and Calder, but you’ll also get to visit with Sebastian and Talia, since they play key roles in Cass and Calder’s story.
IN THE SHADOWS series:
Mister Black (1) (Sebastian & Talia part 1) – Novella
Scarlett Red (2) (Sebastian & Talia part 2) – Novel
Blackest Red (3) (Sebastian & Talia part 2) – Novel
Gold Shimmer (4) (Cass & Calder part 1) – Novel
Steel Rush (5) (Cass & Calder part 2) – Novel
Black Platinum (6) (Sebastian & Talia) – Novel
Reddest Black (7) (Sebastian & Talia) – Novel
Blood Rose (8) (Cass & Calder) – Novel
“I must’ve fallen asleep.” I lean into his comforting touch as I pick up my phone from the coffee table. “What time is it?” I mumble so he thinks that’s why I’m checking the screen. It was a dream. Celeste didn’t send any more texts. I exhale in relief.
Thunder vibrates the windows and Calder shakes his head as he slides his hand into my hair. “I can’t believe you slept through all this racket.” Pulling me forward, he kisses my forehead, then quickly looks at me with a worried gaze. “You’re trembling.”
“It was just a nightmare.” Taking a steadying breath, I offer a wry smile. “I was dreaming about Celeste.”
He instantly scowls. “Now I see why you called it a nightmare. Wonder why she’s starring in your dreams after all this time?”
I sigh. Now that I’ve cut off all communication, I might as well tell him about her text. “She tried to contact me today.”
His expression hardens and his whole body tenses. “You didn’t respond, did you?”
“Only to tell her not to contact me anymore.” I don’t need a lecture. It’s over and done.
“Good,” he says, visibly relaxing. “The last thing we need is Celeste returning from the dead. All hell would break loose.”
“I completely agree.” Wrapping my hand around his wrist, I adopt a calm expression and search his gaze in the darkness. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve just been spending too much time in my own head.” He quickly scoops me up in his arms, his hold on me especially tight.
“What are you doing?” My heart races as I grip his broad shoulders. Keep holding me tight, Calder. Promise to never let me go, no matter what.
“Apologizing,” Calder murmurs as he nuzzles my neck while carrying me upstairs. The thunder rumbles in a low bass and the rain rushes against the windows as we enter our darkened room.
I’m surprised that he doesn’t lower me to my feet but instead sets me on the edge of our chaise lounge near the window. Lightning flashes as he towers over me and tilts my chin up. The churning of the storm just outside the window amplifies his heated gaze, spiking my adrenaline. As he begins to tug off his tie, I keep my gaze locked with his and wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t say a word. He loops his tie around the scrollwork at the top of the lounge’s back, then shrugs out of his jacket.
I’m so mesmerized as he unbuttons his dress shirt, that my gaze devours every inch of his gorgeous body as he peels the shirt away. From his six-pack abs to his broad chest, I’ll never get tired of burying my face against his warm, muscular frame. For now I don’t mind the silence between us. He’s here. That’s all that matters. We’ll work through this.
When he lowers himself to his knees in front of me, my hand instantly traces the inked raven feathers curved around his left shoulder and down his bicep. “I love this raven wing so much,” I say in a quiet voice. “I think it’s wonderful that others will be able to appreciate this masterpiece in Alana’s book, and that you’re a man of your word.”
Capturing my hand, he presses his lips to my palm in a slow tantalizing kiss. I take a shaky breath, trying not to get too emotional at how much he makes me feel with just a simple press of his lips to my skin. But he does. Every time, he melts me.