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CALL
OF
TEMPTATION
Copyright
©
MICHELLE
M.
PILLOW,
2008
“No,”
James
shook
his
head,
trying
to
will
what
was
happening
to
stop.
“Die,
just
die.
Don’t
fight
death.
The
pain
that
awaits
you
will
only
last.
Welcome
the
peace
that
comes.
Don’t
fight
to
live.”
The
woman
screamed
again
and
he
knew
she
wasn’t
listening.
Her
body
did
what
bodies
instinctively
did—it
fought
to
survive.
Only
this
was
most
likely
to
be a
losing
battle.
James
swore
under
his
breath,
glancing
out
at
the
ocean
to
where
Meghan’s
boat
had
disappeared.
He
couldn’t
steal
a
boat
and
give
chase,
not
now,
not
when
there
was
a
changing
human
he
needed
to
take
care
of.
There
were
no
others
on
the
island
to
leave
her
with.
Almost
calculatingly,
he
again
looked
at
the
woman
writhing
in
agony.
Yet,
if
by
some
miracle
she
lived,
she
might
be
the
key
to
stopping
Meghan.
Her
tie
to
the
treacherous
bitch
would
be
strong.
Turned
ones
always
sought
those
who
killed
them.
It
was
a
strange
irony
that
they’d
be
drawn
to
the
makers
of
their
mortal
deaths.
Having
had
more
training
with
turned
humans
over
the
centuries
than
he’d
like
to
admit,
James
cleared
his
throat
and
reached
for
the
woman’s
face.
His
fingers
tangled
in
her
soft
hair
before
finding
her
sand-covered
cheek.
Emotions
whirled
inside
him
as
he
looked
at
the
woman,
compassion
and
pity,
curiosity
and
a
sense
of
duty
and
honor.
Brushing
the
locks
from
her
features,
he
revealed
a
pretty,
little
mouth
and
big,
scared,
dark
eyes.
James
took
a
deep
breath,
the
words
of
comfort
he
planned
on
uttering
leaving
him
completely
as
he
stared.
Her
lips
opened
wide
and
she
gasped
for
breath,
but
she
no
longer
screamed.
Ocean
waves
crashed
near
them,
pulling
and
pushing
his
soul
with
each
surging
of
the
tide.
“You,”
she
whispered,
almost
accusatorily.
“My
ancestors
whispered
to
me
in
my
dreams
that
I
would
find
you.”
She
closed
her
eyes
tight
and
the
strange
spell
between
them
dissipated
as
she
again
began
to
yell
in
pain.
Her
words
made
no
sense
and
he
knew
the
loss
of
blood
had
made
her
delirious.
“Easy,
young
one,
I
will
care
for
you.
Let
the
pain
lead
you
into
darkness.
Once
you
pass
out,
it
will
be
easier
to
bear.”
James
lifted
her
into
his
arms,
scanning
the
beach
to
see
if
anyone
was
near.
If
she
kept
screaming,
she’d
draw
attention
and
the
last
thing
he
wanted
was
some
do-gooder
coming
to
her
rescue.
Careful
not
to
suffocate
her,
he
smothered
her
face
into
his
chest,
letting
the
vibrations
of
her
torment
muffle
against
him.
Her
light
body
barely
slowed
down
his
steps
as
he
jogged
with
her
across
the
shore,
back
toward
the
small
inn
where
he’d
procured
a
suite
earlier.
When
he
saw
a
group
of
people
walking
and
laughing
along
the
shoreline,
a
strained
smile
came
to
his
lips
and
he
gripped
the
woman
in
his
arms
tighter
to
silence
her
cries.
He
veered
away
from
the
group,
hoping
the
meager
distance
would
afford
him
safe
passage.
Their
attention
turned
briefly
to
them
and
he
smiled,
trying
to
force
all
the
charm
and
ease
his
tight,
stressed
body
could
manage.
One
of
the
men,
a
yuppie
in
white
slacks
and
a
blue
polo
shirt,
waved.
“I
see
someone
has
had
too
much
to
drink,”
a
woman
exclaimed
merrily.
The
others
laughed,
resuming
their
conversation.
The
woman
in
his
arms
pushed
hard
against
him
and
managed
to
free
her
head.
She
opened
her
mouth,
ready
to
yell.
James
crushed
his
lips
down
on
hers,
taking
her
would-be
scream
into
his
mouth.
The
woman
jolted,
her
mouth
jerking
against
him,
more
from
the
writhing
in
her
body
than
any
measured
response.
Still,
the
kiss
startled
him
with
the
intense
lust
it
conjured.
James
gripped
her
tighter,
pried
his
mouth
away
before
he
delved
his
tongue
again
into
the
warm
depths.
He
sighed
in
mild
relief
when
he
made
it
past
the
group
of
humans.
He
pressed
her
face
to
his
chest
once
more.
By
small
degrees,
the
woman’s
cries
lessened,
as
did
her
struggling.
His
rented
quarters
were
right
off
the
beach,
reached
by a
small,
worn
trail
in
the
surrounding
narrow
strip
of
tall
grasses.
The
company
had
called
it a
suite
but
it
was
really
more
like
a
private
building
isolated
from
other
guests.
It
was
the
only
lodging
available
on
the
island
due
to
tourist
season
and
he
was
suddenly
glad
that
luck
had
afforded
him
privacy
and
two
bedrooms—not
that
they
would
be
staying
there
long.
As
he
carried
the
woman
up
the
narrow,
wooden
stairs
to
the
deck,
the
sound
of
faraway
music
from
a
dockside
restaurant
penetrated
his
thoughts.
In
any
other
situation,
carrying
a
woman
to
his
ocean-side
bedroom,
surrounded
by
soft
music
and
moonlight,
would
have
been
highly
romantic.
Finally
reaching
the
sliding
glass
door,
he
set
the
woman’s
feet
on
the
ground.
Her
head
lulled
back
and
she
whimpered.
Pulling
the
key
from
his
pocket,
he
unlocked
the
door
and
once
more
picked
her
up
to
carry
her
inside.
A
queen-size
bed,
television
and
small
chair
were
the
only
amenities
in
the
bedroom
besides
the
faux-oak
dressers.
Laying
her
gingerly
on
the
bed,
he
moved
to
shut
the
door
in
case
she
began
screaming
again.
Moonlight
streamed
through
the
room
and
he
quickly
pulled
the
curtains
shut,
blocking
it
out.
The
darkness
didn’t
bother
him
as
he
navigated
the
room
with
ease.
Walking
to
the
large
bathroom
adjoining
his
room,
he
flipped
on
the
light.
A
soft
glow
illuminated
the
bed,
as
if
framing
her
for
his
perusal.
With
time
to
study
her,
he
strode
slowly
across
the
floor,
watching
his
shadow
move
over
her
body.
Putting
one
knee
on
the
bed,
he
leaned
over
her,
telling
himself
he
was
just
checking
her
vitals.
But
instead
of
her
heartbeat,
he
listened
to
her
raspy,
almost
passionate-sounding
breath.
Instead
of
gauging
her
temperature,
his
fingers
caressed
her
soft
skin,
brushing
granules
of
sand
from
her
cheek
and
jaw.
He
pushed
back
her
hair,
revealing
the
bite
mark
on
her
neck.
About
a
half-dozen
puncture
marks
indented
her
flesh,
attesting
to
Meghan’s
bites.
The
smell
of
blood
wafted
up
to
him,
her
blood.
A
moan
filtered
past
his
lips
as
he
instinctively
leaned
closer.
Drawing
his
tongue
along
her
throat,
he
licked,
stroking
long
and
slow
over
her
flesh.
A
thready
pulse
caught
up
in
his
ears
as
the
taste
of
her
essence
filled
him.
The
memory
of
the
forced
kiss
on
the
beach
made
his
lips
tingle.
Unable
to
help
himself,
he
did
it
again,
moving
his
mouth
to
her
still
one.
It
had
been
decades
since
he’d
tasted
human
blood
and
the
salty
tang
was
just
as
sweet
and
pleasurable
as
he
remembered.
His
lips
slid
back
to
her
throat,
tasting
her.
The
beast
inside
him
howled
in
ecstasy
until
James
too
gave
a
light
howl
of
approval.
His
lust
hit
him
hard.
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-
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March
2008
"5
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March
2008
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Call
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Call
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only
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it
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suspense,
action,
a
bit
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a
hot
road
trip,
and
conspiracy,
it
also
gives
two
fantastic
characters
you
can’t
help
but
to
love,
and
a
villain
you
can’t
help
but
to
hate.
...
Michelle
definitely
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how
to
turn
the
heat
up.
...Call
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the
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-
Call
of
Temptation
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brother
get
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"5
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Call
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know
Ms.
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telling
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three
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but
I
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see
more
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about
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Lycan
clans.
Maybe
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will
do
another
tale
with
some
of
the
interesting
secondary
characters
or
even
introduce
some
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Lycans
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Release
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Word Count:
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