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After Sundown
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National bestselling author Amanda Ashley has created a world of seductive,preternatural creatures whose passions are as limitless-and as dangerous-astheir powers. In this sensual and gripping new novel, love, desire, andambition collide in a city that is both home and hunting ground to itspopulation of darkly irresistible vampires... HE HAS BECOME WHAT HE ONCE DESTROYED Edward Ramsey has spent his life hunting vampires. Now he is one of them.Yet Edward's human conscience-and his heart-compel him to save beautifulKelly Anderson, and soon their growing love is his reason for living. And asthe ancient, stunning, and merciless vampire Khira seeks supremacy among LosAngeles' undead, Edward and his former nemesis Grigori Chiavari, onceKhira's lover, must unite to stop her-before the city, and everything theycherish, is in her power...AFTER SUNDOWN.
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National bestselling author Amanda Ashley has created a world of seductive,preternatural creatures whose passions are as limitless-and as dangerous-astheir powers. In this sensual and gripping new novel, love, desire, andambition collide in a city that is both home and hunting ground to itspopulation of darkly irresistible vampires... HE HAS BECOME WHAT HE ONCE DESTROYED Edward Ramsey has spent his life hunting vampires. Now he is one of them.Yet Edward's human conscience-and his heart-compel him to save beautifulKelly Anderson, and soon their growing love is his reason for living. And asthe ancient, stunning, and merciless vampire Khira seeks supremacy among LosAngeles' undead, Edward and his former nemesis Grigori Chiavari, onceKhira's lover, must unite to stop her-before the city, and everything theycherish, is in her power...AFTER SUNDOWN.

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After dinner, they drove to the beach and walked barefoot along the shore. It was a calm clear night. The moon painted ever-changing silver shadows on the water.

After awhile, they stopped to watch the waves. Ramsey’s gaze moved over Kelly. She looked beautiful standing there with the ocean behind her. Moonlight shimmered like molten silver in her hair, her skin looked soft, and oh, so touchable. He wished, not for the first time, that he possessed a little of Chiavari’s easy charm with women.

“Kelly?” He took a deep breath, the need to kiss her stronger than his need for blood. He knew he should turn away, afraid that one kiss would not be enough. Afraid that a taste of her lips would ignite his hellish thirst. But she was looking up at him, her brown eyes shining in the moonlight, her lips slightly parted, moist, inviting. He cleared his throat. The kisses they had shared at the movies had been much in his mind, but he had lacked the courage to kiss her again, afraid of being rebuffed. “I was thinking about the other night, at the movies.”

"Were you? So was I.”

“What were you thinking?” he asked.

“I was thinking maybe we should kiss again, you know, to see if it was as wonderful as I remember.”

“Kelly.” He swept her into his arms, a part of him still expecting her to push him away or slap his face or laugh out loud, but she did none of those things. Instead, she leaned into him, her head tilting up, her eyelids fluttering down.

And he kissed her, there, in the moonlight. Kissed her, and it wasn’t enough. He wanted to inhale her, to drink her essence, to absorb her very soul into his own. She was sweet, so sweet. Heat sizzled between them, hotter than the sun he would never see again. Why had he waited so long?

“Oh, Edward.” She looked up at him, breathless. She was soft and warm and willing. He covered her face with kisses, whispered praises to her beauty as he adored her with his hands and his lips. He closed his eyes, and desire rose up within him, hot and swift, and with it the overpowering urge to feed. He fought against it. He had fed well before coming here, yet the Hunger rose up within him, gnawing at his vitals, urging him to take what he wanted.

“This is crazy,” she murmured breathlessly. “We hardly know each other.”

“Crazy,” he agreed. Her scent surrounded him. The rapid beat of her heart called to the beast within him. He deepened the kiss, at war with himself, felt his fangs lengthen in response to his growing hunger.

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About Amanda

Amanda Ashley is one of those rare birds  -  a California native.  She’s lived in Southern California her whole life and loves it (except for the earthquakes). She and her husband share a home with  a fluffy Pomeranian named Teddi, a mischievous...

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