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  CONTENTS

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Epilogue

  The Power of One: The Forever Series, Book 2

  Prologue

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Epilogue

  Revelations: The Forever Series, Book 3

  Prologue

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Chapter 73

  Chapter 74

  Chapter 75

  Chapter 76

  Chapter 77

  Chapter 78

  Chapter 79

  Chapter 80

  Chapter 81

  Chapter 82

  Chapter 83

  Chapter 84

  Chapter 85

  Epilogue

  Choices: The Forever Series, Book 4

  Prologue

  Chapter 86

  Chapter 87

  Chapter 88

  Chapter 89

  Chapter 90

  Chapter 91

  Chapter 92

  Chapter 93

  Chapter 94

  Chapter 95

  Chapter 96

  Chapter 97

  Chapter 98

  Chapter 99

  Chapter 100

  Chapter 101

  Chapter 102

  Chapter 103

  Chapter 104

  Chapter 105

  Chapter 106

  Chapter 107

  Chapter 108

  Chapter 109

  Chapter 110

  Chapter 111

  Chapter 112

  Chapter 113

  Chapter 114

  Chapter 115

  Chapter 116

  Chapter 117

  Chapter 118

  Chapter 119

  Chapter 120

  Chapter 121

  Chapter 122

  Chapter 123

  Chapter 124

  Chapter 125

  Chapter 126

  Chapter 127

  Chapter 128

  Chapter 129

  Chapter 130

  Chapter 131

  Epilogue

  The Ties That Bind: The Forever Series, Book 5

  Prologue

  Chapter 132

  Chapter 133

  Chapter 134

  Chapter 135

  Chapter 136

  Chapter 137

  Chapter 138

  Chapter 139

  Chapter 140

  Chapter 141

  Chapter 142

  Chapter 143

  Chapter 144

  Chapter 145

  Chapter 146

  Chapter 147

  Chapter 148

  Chapter 149

  Chapter 150

  Chapter 151

  Chapter 152

  Chapter 153

  Chapter 154

  Chapter 155

  Chapter 156

  Chapter 157

  Chapter 158

  Chapter 159

  Chapter 160

  Chapter 161

  Chapter 162

  Chapter 163

  Chapter 164

  Chapter 165

  Chapter 166

  Chapter 167

  Chapter 168

  Chapter 169

  Chapter 170

  Chapter 171

  Chapter 172

  Chapter 173

  Chapter 174

  Chapter 175

  Chapter 176

  Epilogue

  Also by Eve Newton

  About the Author

  FOREVER SERIES BOX SET

  BOOKS 1-5

  EVE NEWTON

  PROLOGUE

  London, England, 1012 - Aefre

  I loved him. I loved being with him. Somehow, he made the fear and dreariness of my life safer, exciting, and bearable.

  I lived for those stolen moments with him in the barn, just the two of us. I always wanted it to be just the two of us. Always and forever.

  I traced my finger down his long, lean body, and enjoyed his reaction to my touch.

  “Ah, my sweet Aefre. I want to take you away with me. Show you the world. Show you my world. Say you will come with me. Say you will be mine,” he whispered softly.

  “Yes, my love. Take me with you. I don't ever want to be without you. I–I love you.” I told him the last three words hesitantly.

  He looked at me with those dark, amber-flecked eyes, full of wonder at my words and they filled with love.

  He kissed me softly. “I love you, my sweet,” he whispered back.

  His strong fingers felt their way down my neck to my small breasts, my nipples already erect. His lips followed shortly, pausing at my throat. He inhaled deeply and sighed. Licking me softly, he muttered words I didn't understand but sounded so perfect coming from his lips. His hands moved further down, across my flat stomach until he finally reached where I was aching for him to touch me.

  I had known him such a few short weeks, but he already knew me, knew my body. He knew how to make me embrace my womanhood instead of shying away from it and being fearful. He had taught me that this act between man and woman could be pleasurable and not just endured or feared.

  Encouraged, he moved above me and entered me slowly as if relishing every moment. His shoulder length black hair, undone of its tie, tickled my face as he bent down to deepen his kiss. He sucked on my lower lip, nipped me sharply with his teeth and I gasped in surprise. I turned us over and rose above him, placing my small hands on his muscular chest, the tips of my long blonde hair grazed him. My bright green eyes gazed adoringly into his, so dark they were almost black. I lowered myself further onto him, feeling him rock hard inside me and it aroused me more. I felt the rush between my legs as I got wetter. I started to move my hips back and forth as he had shown me. Finding a rhythm, he grabbed my hips, h
is fingers digging deep into my soft flesh. Pulling me onto him, deeper and deeper, he groaned. I was thrilled that I could please him and it in turn aroused me further.

  “Oh, my sweet, I love being inside you,” he murmured, eyes narrowed in lust. His look of ardor turned into one of surprise. As he sat upright, with me still cradled in his lap, I realized that there was someone else in the barn with us.

  He cursed in his own language. I whipped my head around just in time to see my abusive husband, with fury and hatred in his eyes and a spear in his hand.

  Lunging towards us, he shouted, “You whore!” I felt a white-hot stab of pain go through my lower back as the spear entered me and pinned me to my lover.

  He hissed in surprise.

  The last thing I saw were his eyes going jet black and the flash of his fangs, before I passed out with his name on my lips: “Constantine.”

  CHAPTER ONE

  Los Angeles, USA, 2012 - Liv

  A thousand years after that fateful day, on the other side of the world, a man turns towards me and our eyes lock. I gasp, catching myself in the silly act, but I couldn’t help it. He is gorgeous but that click, that spark? Oh yeah, I’ve had that before. I know right then that he is special. I’ve been around a long time. I know that this feeling doesn’t come around every day, every year or every century for that matter. I can’t ignore it and the fact that he is tall, dark haired, with a gorgeous body, and eyes a beautiful shade of blue gray, just makes it even better. He smiles at me and I instantly return it, giving him a slow, sexy smile back that makes him abandon his group and make his way over to me.

  “Hi,” he says. He grasps my small hand in his large one as I hold it out to him. He brings it to his lips with a soft kiss. “Cole O'Dell,” he adds.

  “Liv,” I say, purposefully not giving him my last name. His gorgeous eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles at me, accepting the tease with ease.

  “Don't you just hate these events?” he inquires jokingly, referring to the red-carpet party, we are both currently attending.

  With a slight smile, I reply, “Doesn’t everyone? I’m only here to show my face.”

  “And what a beautiful face it is to see,” he says smoothly.

  I raise my eyebrow at him. He knows how to deliver a compliment.

  “Quite the charmer,” I murmur. “And you are here because…” I trail off, staring at the slight pulse in his neck that has me momentarily mesmerized.

  He peers curiously at me. His eyes have lit up at my British accent and he clears his throat. “I'm an actor,” he states as if it's obvious. “Have we met before?” he adds with a puzzled look.

  I frown at him. He does look vaguely familiar, but I never forget a face. Especially one as gorgeous as the one gazing at me now. “No, I don’t think so…I don’t get to these events as much as I should. An actor, you say? What fun.”

  He laughs then. “It can be,” he says, sounding surprised that I don’t know who he is. He drops his tone to a low, sultry one as he adds, “And what do you do for fun?”

  “Oh, this and that,” I answer vaguely, taking a sip of my champagne to stop my Vampire fangs from dropping and showing him exactly what I do for fun.

  Intrigued, his eyes focus on my charm bracelet as he leans forward. “Well, perhaps you could tell me more over dinner?” he asks, bringing his focus back to my eyes.

  “Perhaps,” I say to his amusement. “My number.” I give him my business card, the one that I bring to these events, not my day job card. I suppress the giggle when his eyes widen as he takes it and he sees my full name and company title. I sashay away before he can say anything, knowing he will call anyway. They always do.

  I locate my companion chatting to a pretty brunette. I approach them and loop my arm through his possessively.

  “Devon, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” I inquire sweetly.

  Clear blue eyes find my amused green ones with a matching look of humor. He knows I’m teasing him and he loves it. “Liv Nelson, this is…

  “Uh-huh,” I interrupt my oldest, closest friend as I’m really not that interested. “Time to go,” I addd, pulling him away abruptly. He throws his latest in a long line of admirers, a half-hearted smile but as soon as he turns from her, she is forgotten. With Devon Savant, it’s out of sight, out of mind, especially if I’m in his sights.

  Devon follows me out of the big hall. “Bored already?” he asks. “I know I am. It’s Dullsville in here.”

  I take a few seconds to look him over appreciatively. He is tall, topping six feet, gorgeous, with the clearest blue eyes I ever did see, and I've seen plenty. His dark hair flopping over his forehead makes me smile and I brush it away. He is lean and muscular and fucking sexy.

  He notices my look and his demeanor changes.

  “I'm hungry,” I say.

  “Here?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

  I shake my head. “No, I want to go home,” I say.

  He nods quickly in agreement. “Let’s go.”

  So, here we are. Like me, Devon is also a Vampire. I am a thousand years old and I turned him five hundred and six years ago so that we could be together forever. It was that click that I couldn’t ignore. He is my only living charge and I love him as deeply as he loves me. He is a part of me and while all Vampires have special ties to those they are bound to, ours is unusually strong and powerful. I couldn’t imagine my life without him. I know he feels the same, even though we have long since decided to be friends with benefits.

  But all those centuries ago, I turned him out of a deep love to save him after he was inflicted with a fatal wound, as my own sire, Constantine, did to me.

  In my eyes, we were made for each other.

  “Will you Shift for me?” Devon asks, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the nearest exit. I see Cole watching us as we leave, and I wonder if he thinks Devon is my date. He doesn’t look too pleased and that makes me smile. He will call tonight now without a doubt.

  “If you ask me nicely,” I say with a wicked smile. Somehow, somewhere along the way, I picked up the ability to be able to Shape-Shift. I met Devon during one such Shift and the raven-haired, busty Elizabeth is his true sire.

  As Devon and I wait for the limo, standing hand-in-hand, with no need for words between us, I think back to the day that I met him.

  Helsby, England, 1506 - Elizabeth

  I sullenly strolled around the marketplace, not looking at anything, too preoccupied with my thoughts to care about much else. I was depressed that day. I had really thought that Constantine and I would have made it that time. We had talked of committing and truly spending eternity together but in our never-ending dance of who-leaves-who, I had been the one left heartbroken by him…again. Fleeing Italy to England had made not the slightest difference. I still missed him every day and the not knowing why he left me only made it worse. I had ‘Shifted’ to change my appearance to the exact opposite of my natural look that Constantine loved. I had long, black locks curling to my waist instead of straight blonde. Blue eyes instead of green. Much taller than my short, original form and much bigger breasts.

  I’d heard on the underground grapevine that there was a brothel on the outskirts of the village that housed a couple of women Feeders. I wanted nothing to do with men after my sire’s betrayal, but I was hungry and that made me grumpy. This village was too small for a grumpy Elizabeth, who was far more bloodthirsty than the mild-mannered Aefre. I did try to keep my killings to a minimum in small towns. Better to be left fairly unnoticed than hunted down.

  It had been a while since I’d drained a human of all their blood and that thought made me sad. Constantine and I had shared a pretty young man that last time we had made love. He had tasted delicious, even better in the mouth of my sire.

  What a fool I was to believe that he loved me.

  Resolved, I headed to the brothel of a French Madame and hoped that a Feeder was available. I contemplated as I walked what made humans become Feeders: Th
ose willing to have Vampires feed from them, normally for monetary gain. A risky business if you asked me, as Vampires weren’t to be trusted. And if the humans ever told, they were killed, as were any other innocents who happened to overhear. I had bitten hundreds of humans who’d willingly asked for it, and even more who hadn’t. I knew it could give them great pleasure, under the right circumstances, but at what cost? Half a chance the Vampire would drain you and kill you or like you enough to keep you alive. It was rare for Vampires to swap blood and turn Feeders. They were seen as little else but food.

  Fortunately for me, and the village, a young girl named Nell was available and after a discreet word and an exchange of coins with the Madame, I was being escorted to a bedchamber on the top floor. I told Nell all I wanted was to feed and she readily agreed with a look of anticipation. Easy money for her. Hm, yes, I supposed I did see why humans would do this. I grabbed her left wrist and sniffed her delicately. She was untainted. As a left-handed person in life, that had not changed and I always bit to the left, which was rare. Constantine was also like me. That thought entered my head, but I pushed it aside. I extended my fangs and bit down. Nell took a sharp intake of breath and I watched her face relax after a few seconds. Always intrigued by this reaction, as it wasn’t one you saw when you maimed, killed or took blood by force, I let my guard down and didn't register the noise outside until it was too late. A very handsome, but unkempt, young man barged into the bedchamber before I could retract my fangs.

  He saw everything.

  Horrified by my stupidity, I rose to make a hasty exit out of the windows before he could speak of it but was suddenly stopped by the look of awe on his face. His eyes, a beautiful clear blue, met mine in wonder as his lips parted. Oh, I had seen that look a thousand times before. He was aroused! He ran his hand through his dark hair and approached me cautiously at first. As he got closer the whole world fell away as he reached for me and spontaneously kissed me. It had been months since I had been kissed by a man and it awoke a need in me that I’d thought dead. I kissed him back. Running my hands through his hair, he grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the dresser. To my utmost surprise, took me there and then for Nell, the Madame, and half the brothel to see.

  We've been together ever since... Well, mostly.

  O nce in the car, I cuddle up to Devon. We are affectionate when we are alone together. Our relationship is kept just between the two of us and that’s the way I like it. To the outside world, we are just two close friends. I love him but I don’t want to commit in that way to him anymore, as I’m sure he doesn’t to me either. I like to have several lovers on the go at any one time. Vampires or humans, it makes no difference to me. I love sex, and I love to love. I would rather love too many, than none at all.