Surrender to the Nightmare
Dark Protector: Legacy of the Goddess, Book 1
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Narrated by:
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Kristy DeChamps
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By:
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Morgana Patrick
About this listen
In this contemporary new adult paranormal romance, author Morgana Patrick explores the lives and fantasies of two college freshmen just learning to live on their own, discovering just how "different" they are, and their mysterious dark protectors....
Anna's bags were packed and ready to go. She had the same hesitation all students had before they headed off to their first year of college. The nightmares of a dark and mysterious lover, waking her each night, leaving her trembling and desperately needing more, were one concern she felt sure most other new students didn't have to worry about hiding from their new roommates. She had no idea her roommate had more than one dark and delicious secret of her own. Starting college wasn't going to be the hardest thing Anna would have to take when she arrived at Saint George's University.
"Hush", he said in a smooth low tone, its bass rumbling through her body like little waves. Anna instantly fell silent, her mouth still hanging open. "I don't have a lot of time. I'm not supposed to be here", he said. His eyes, were they brown, were they black? She couldn't really tell. They looked down at her so intently that she knew she couldn't look away. His hand came up to her chin and slowly pushed her mouth closed. His touch was deceitfully warm for the cold color of his complexion. His fingers opened and the palm of his hand slid across her face. Anna melted into his touch and her eyes fell closed. The rumbling started in his chest, she could hear it before his words even came out. "Anna, listen to me", he said as he drew his hand away. She ached for it the second it left her. She needed his touch.
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