through the window as she moved about the bedroom wearing only a towel draped about her silken nakedness. A slight smi
ed. Except, like the woman in the story, Caroline had believed no one would be able to see into the second storey bedroom window of this remote house, perched high on the rugged cliffs. The tide m
exposed throat and he could see the blood pulsing hotly through her veins. He possessed harshly hewn cheeks, a fierce slash of a nose, and chis
as
und of glass breaking somewhere downstairs made her gasp out loud, even as her fingers tightened abo
fuck wa
rself shakily as she clutched the book to her befo
nt that her own intruder was a real live vampire; the reason she enjoyed books like the one she was rea
k Connelly, the owner of the House, wasn't around... He was hardly around as he only came down to the house whenever he wanted to 'get away'. What those burglars probably didn't know was that Caroline Anders
ut the noise downstair
she had disappeared once she had served Caroline her dinner and cleared away in the kitch
been working and had forgotten it there and now she was going to regret it. Caroline's heart began to pound as she heard m
burglar break in; he had to be
les, only to find her cowering under the duvet in one of the bedrooms, hoping not to be noticed. Burgl
gh to pick up the heavy brass ornament that stood on a table in the wide corridor. She made her way softly to the top of the stairs on the first floor so that she could
m, not even a flashlight. Caroline leant further over the polished oak banister, able to see now that the light was coming from the back of the house. The kitchen, most probably. Although what a burglar would find of value to steal in there, she had no idea; the only things
could cower and hide and hope that the burglar would just quickly take what he wanted and then go away. Whether she liked it
happen if the situation backfired on her. She was an inde
She hadn't noticed it before, but she did now, as every step she took seemed to make the stairs groan