every life time I love you-collection

Before Blue Twilight
by
Maggie Shayne

He had been alone for so long that he could not go on. But from the depths of despair, he found a light — a soul mate, a woman who gave him a reason to live, to exist, to go on.
In this thrilling online prequel to her Twilight vampire series, author Maggie Shayne takes us back into the depths of history to tell a story like no other — the story of one man who would refuse to give up hope. The story of a love that would last for centuries.…

الرواية دى هى الجزء الاول !

BLUE TWILIGHT - Maggie Shayne
"Please, just your name. Then you can return."
The eyes opened slightly, the black color changing slowly, growing lighter. "Names mean nothing. I've had so many. Now, my name is Tempest. Once I was called Mina, and before that I was Elisabeta. But it doesn't matter. We are one and the same."
Her eyes closed again, then slowly opened, and when they did, they were bright, clear sapphire-blue. "Storm,” she said in her own voice. "My name is Storm."
Martha nodded slowly. Max couldn't take her eyes off her best friend. She was herself again, looking relaxed, normal. "Storm, tell me how you feel when you're near the ocean in Endover."
She smiled. "It's like coming home."
Back of the BookEndover, New Hampshire, looks innocent. But below its surface an ancient and powerful thirst boils fiercely. When two girls go missing, only one person can find them: private investigator Maxine Stuart.

No other living mortal knows as much about the undead as "Mad Maxie." But the dark force controlling Endover will use that knowledge to strengthen his hold on the town—and on her. Not even Lou Malone, the man Maxie most desires, can convince her to abandon her crusade against a madman's yearning for power…and resurrected love.



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maaggie shayne - Eternity



She stepped up onto the sidewalk. Came closer. Tears, he could see them now. Welling deep in her eyes, glimmering, spilling over. Wet black lashes shining, dampening her cheeks. Longing so intense he could feel it, flowing from her eyes with the pain and the tears. Closer. And she was so close now she was nearly touching him. God, was he dreaming this? Her body brushed his and he felt a snapping, crackling electricity spark between them as she tipped her head back, searched his face. A trembling hand rose to touch his cheek, brush at his hair, and he felt it again. Delicate brows drew together. She tilted her head slightly to one side, and she whispered, “Duncan?”
“Yes,” he said, amazed he could speak at all with the force of these unnamed, and utterly illogical, emotions swamping him. He felt absurdly like pulling her into his arms, like kissing her endlessly. It was an effort to keep his arms at his sides, and the muscles flexed and his fists clenched as he reminded himself to do just that. “How did you know my—”




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