The Shadow Zone: Winning Madeline by Isabella Jordan

The Shadow Zone: Winning Madeline

by Isabella Jordan Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-511-2

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal

Theme(s): Vampires, Werewolves

Series: The Shadow Zone

Length: Novel

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Blurb:

While tailing a Lycan soldier through the Shadow Zone, the dying world of the humans, the vampire Maddox finds himself falling for the frail, beautiful prostitute his subject visits. When Madeline is caught in the crossfire, Maddox takes her under his protection, and offers her a life with him as her exclusive client.
The Lycan, his plans foiled, wants revenge, putting everyone Maddox knows in danger. Maddox has only one recourse -- hunt the hunter, before he becomes the prey.
Maddox can deal with cold-blooded killers and the deep and seedy underworld of the Shadow Zone. But he has no clue how to win Madeline's heart. What will happen to him if she can't see past the monster to the man who wants her, body and soul?
Excerpt:
The Shadow Zone 2: Winning Madeline


Isabella Jordan

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She was frozen like a rabbit trapped by a coyote and rooted to the spot in fear, watching him climb on the bed. "Do you mean to... bite me?"

"No." He wanted her body. It would alleviate half of his pain anyway, help assuage his lust for her blood. Maddox didn't touch her. Instead, he stretched out in the middle of the bed, kicking off his shoes.



"What are you doing?" she asked, clearly surprised.



"Allowing you to satisfy your curiosity," he offered, wanting to make her feel less vulnerable. "Do what you want, Madeline."



It was hard not to laugh at the wide-eyed way she stared at him. But soon enough understanding chased away the clouds of confusion in her beautiful amethyst eyes. The mask was slowly sliding back into place.



And even though he knew she'd do something, get him off somehow because he was her new employer, his body was as tight as a bow. Anticipation left him excited in a way he'd forgotten. How long had it been since he'd wanted something as much as blood? More? Had he ever?



Madeline proceeded just as he knew she would. Like in a favorite dream, he watched her settle herself on her knees at his side. Her slender white hands hovered over him tentatively, like she was getting ready to pet that same poisonous snake but wasn't sure she should. He watched her throat work as she swallowed hard.



It took everything he had to stay still, not to pull her into his arms. He'd mean to comfort her but he'd just frighten her more. It wasn't a good place to start. He'd tucked his own hands behind his head, wanting to be as non-threatening as he could be.



After her moment of nervous hesitation, her hands lowered to his chest and a jolt of excitement like nothing he'd experienced outside of blood shot through him. Her fingers clutched lightly at the fabric of his shirt, gently probing the hard skin beneath.



Her gaze darted to his face in surprise. "You're... warm," she whispered. "I thought..."



Maddox nodded. "I fed, so I'm warm for now." Then he realized he might want to explain that. "No humans died. No worries. I'll explain it all one day when you're... ready."



She swallowed hard again. Her hands trembled. But they moved up his chest until they found the buttons at the top of his black shirt and slowly began to undo them.



Maddox's breath caught, and he didn't have to breathe, as she efficiently undid all of the buttons, her fingers swirling against his skin with feather soft touches. When she undid the top of his slacks and pulled down the zipper, it felt like it would destroy him to stay still.



Her fingers slid into his slacks, finding no other barrier, and wrapped around his cock like open flame. Damn! He'd forgotten how warm a human woman's touch felt, particularly on that part of his body. It was hot, soft, indescribable when she pulled him free of the slacks and began to caress him with both hands.



"Do you like this?" she whispered.



Was she kidding?


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