by Christine Feehan
Love Spell
July 1999
ISBN 0-505-52330-2
$4.99 U.S. / $5.99 Can. / $12.95 Aus.
Series - The Carpathians

They were masters of the darkness, searching through eternity for a mistress of the light...

Prince of the Night

He came to her in the night, a predator - strength and power chiseled his features. The seduction was deep and elemental; he affected her soul. His need. His darkness. His terrible haunting loneliness. Her senses aroused, she craved the dangerous force of his body. Burned for him. And he had only touched her with his mind.

Lady of the Light

She came to him at dawn, his bleakest hour. As the beast raged inside him, threatening to consume him, he vented his centuries-old despair in an anguished cry that filled the waning night. And she answered, a ray of light, piercing his darkness. A beautiful angel. Her compassion, courage, and innocence awakened in him an exquisite longing and tenderness. He knew he must possess her, for only she could tame his savage side and lift the dark shadow from his soul. Apart they were desolate, bereft. Intertwined physically and spiritually, they could heal one another and experience an eternity of nights filled with love.

I don't know if it's because this was the first Christine Feehan book I read or because it's just a fantastic book but starting with 'Dark Prince' every "Dark" book is on my 'keeper' shelf.

Excerpt

LAST CHANCE

    "I will give you one last chance, little one." He spoke the words in a harsh, hoarse voice, as if they tore painfully at his throat. "I will find the strength to let you go if you say it. Now. Right now."
    The length of the room separated them. The air stilled. If she lived to be a hundred, that moment would be etched in her mind. He stood waiting for her decision to share herself with him or damn him to eternal isolation. His head was up proudly, his body fiercely hard, aggressively male, his eyes burning with hunger.
    He drove every sane thought from her head. If she condemned him, wasn't she condemning herself to the same fate? Someone needed to love this man, care for him just a little. How could he continue so alone? He waited. No compulsion, no seduction, just his eyes, his need, his total isolation from the rest of the world. Others relied on his strengths, demanded his skills, yet they didn't show him affection, didn't thank him for his unceasing vigilance. She could sate his hunger where no other could. She knew it instinctively. There would be no other woman for him. He wanted her. He needed her. She could not walk away from him.

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