THE FIVE DEATHS OF
ROXANNE LOVE
by Erin Quinn
Roxanne Love’s ability to defy death has drawn the attention of the darkest creatures of
the Beyond, including the Reaper determined to destroy her. On the run, her only ally a
compelling, dangerous detective hiding secrets of his own, Roxanne finds she’s drawn to
his quiet strength and heated touch. But can she trust him?
Incognito as guilt-ridden cop, Santo Castillo, the Reaper’s plan is simple: get close to
Roxanne, uncover the secret of her immortality and cut it at the source. Yet with his
borrowed body come emotions the Reaper hadn’t expected. Now nothing is clear but
his conflicted desire to protect the woman he came to kill. As destiny forces them to face
an enemy hell-bent on using Roxanne to wipe out all of mankind, she and Santo must
choose between love....and salvation.
A Featured Sneak Peek
Something flickered in the black depths of Santo’s eyes
and then it was gone, leaving Roxanne feeling oddly
cheated.
He caught a strand of her hair between his fingers and
his thumb and rubbed it with a look of absorption that
echoed through her body. Then his hand was on her
throat, then her jaw, cupping her head as he pulled her
in. There were a thousand reasons she should resist him,
a million why she should scramble off the bed and put as
much distance between them as possible. But before his
lashes lowered, she’d seen something raw and aching in
his eyes. Something that reflected the loneliness inside
of her. A part of her had given up on intimacy long ago.
She scared most men for reasons she didn’t understand
and thus couldn’t change. Something they sensed in her,
about her, that sent them on their way before they ever
got close.
But Santo seemed immune to whatever it was that
frightened the others. More than that, he seemed
captivated by it.
He searched her face, giving her time to back out.
Common sense urged her to take it, but his touch had
lit a fuse that hissed and sparked. It took forever for him
to close the distance between their lips. Forever, while
her heart thumped excitedly and her breath caught with
anticipation.
Then his mouth touched hers. His kiss felt like fire in
the middle of the darkest winter. Hot and welcoming,
it burned in her blood and flared with her pulse. She
couldn’t get close enough, and it seemed that neither
could he. The blankets had tangled around her hips,
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and they both tried to free her without breaking the kiss,
fumbling. Clumsy. So desperate that each failed attempt
added to the spice. The taste of him set off a chain of
reactions she’d never known. It made her ravenous for
more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to
shed clothes and press her skin to his.
From somewhere in the distance, an eerie sound rose up
and banked against the window, piercing the sexual haze
that drove her. A cross between a bay and a shout, it
howled like a northern wind. Immediately, Santo stiffened
and his eyes narrowed as he listened.
“What is that?” she asked.
He closed his eyes and his shoulders slumped. “You
better get dressed.”
Erin Quinn is an award winning
author who writes haunting
romance for the thinking reader.
Her books have been called
“riveting,” “brilliantly plotted” and
“beautifully written” and have
won, placed or showed in the
Booksellers Best, WILLA Award f