#MySexySaturday - My Sexy Soul Mate!

My Sexy Soul Mate! What a great theme, and really, I have to feature Thaddeus and Sarasija in this snippet. They're meant for each other - even though Thad was born about 90 years before Sara. Before the snippet, though, here's a note from the lovely team of organizers for this hop...

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The tub was large and deep, and I set the tap running hot. Sara shivered in the rising steam. Caring for him became an imperative. “Here.” I gently lifted the shirt over his head, baring my teeth at the slashes marking his chest. “Let me.”

The tub took several minutes to fill, and I spent the time undressing my young assistant, stroking his warm, bronze skin. His shivers slowed, and his breathing mellowed under my touch. I made note of each bruise, each scuff mark. He was healing, yes, and I swore he would never again suffer such injuries in my service.

“What are you doing, Mr. Dupont?”

“Thaddeus,” I murmured. I knelt to remove his shoes, shushing his protests. “Let me take care of you.”

He braced himself with his hands on my shoulders. “You don’t need to.”

“Sara.” I tipped my head up, forcing him to meet my gaze. “You were not meant to be here as my assistant, nor were you intended to be the focus of a demon’s attack. Yet you are, and you were, and somehow you fought it all off. This”—I gestured to his shoes and the bath—“is the very least I can do.”

I stood next to him while waiting for the water to reach a decent depth, still lightly stroking his skin. He moved closer and rested his head on my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around him, emotions running riot. Pride, affection, even, possibly, love.

Love.

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Thaddeus Dupont has had over eighty years to forget...

The vampire spends his nights chanting the Liturgy of the Hours and ruthlessly disciplines those unnatural urges he's vowed never again to indulge. He is at the command of the White Monks, who summon him at will to destroy demons. In return, the monks provide for his sustenance and promise the return of his immortal soul.

Sarasija Mishra's most compelling job qualification might be his type O blood...

The 22-year-old college grad just moved across the country to work for some recluse he can't even find on the internet. Sounds sketchy, but the salary is awesome and he can't afford to be picky. On arrival he discovers a few details his contract neglected to mention, like the alligator-infested swamp, the demon attacks, and the nature of his employer's "special diet". A smart guy would leave, but after one look into Dupont's mesmerizing eyes, Sarasija can't seem to walk away. Too bad his boss expected "Sara" to be a girl.

Falling in love is hard at any age...

The vampire can't fight his hungers forever, especially since Sara's brought him light, laughter and a very masculine heat. After yielding to temptation, Thaddeus must make a choice. Killing demons may save his soul, but keeping the faith will cost him his heart.

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