The Memories in Moonlight

It should have been a simple meet-and-greet. Tell her who was stalking her and how he'd use her as bait. But Baz didn't like the way she got under his skin. Made him forget why he was there. Who he was-an immortal enforcer with a job to do. Sure, she was beautiful and something more. Something he'd never felt before. Her name was Jaz McLean and she was an artist. But there were secrets in her art. Secrets that whispered… surrender. Jaz lived her life in six-month segments. Six in Corsica. Six in London. Six in the Pacific Northwest. She was finding herself again, sculpting again. Living her life again. Until he walked in and ripped that life apart. He said he would leave, but not until he was ready… and that was oh, so dangerous. Because when she looked at her own sculpture, she heard the whisper… surrender the fear. Baz needed to remember the rules. Remember how he'd never needed a woman in his long, long life. She was the human girl with memory lines on her hand and bonded to another immortal man. The man who was stalking her. But when Baz asked Jaz if she wanted his hands on her, she couldn't say no. She wanted what she wanted. What he wanted. And that could get her killed.