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NY Times and USA Today Bestseller Caridad/Charity Pineiro is a Jersey Girl who just wants to write, travel, and spend time with family and friends. The author of over 40 novels/novellas, she loves romance novels, super heroes, TV and cooking. Visit caridad.com, charitypineiro.com or rebornvampirenovels.com.
What inspired you to write your book?
The CallingReborn series is the series of my heart and I love exploring all the changes that have been happening with the characters over the many books.
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Chapter 1
Ryder Latimer wiped the steam off the mirror and stared. For the first time in nearly two hundred years, his image stared back.
Granted it was barely there. Almost ghostly, but it was definitely his image. It was weird to see himself, to see how others might see him, after so long.
He gingerly rubbed his hand over his jaw and the beard there. Shifted his hand upward to drag his fingers through the longer strands of his hair.
It had been nearly a month since he’d had his ass kicked by Connall Burk, psycho vampire. Nearly a month since he’d almost died, but worse . . .
It had been nearly a month since he’d failed his family.
He had no intention of failing them again.
He pushed off the edge of the sink, wincing as his bones and muscles complained with the action. He had worked himself hard that afternoon, running through a series of martial arts drills in addition to an intense workout in the gym. Plus, he still hadn’t fully healed from that beating. It was part of the reason for the beard and the longer hair. The most basic grooming hurt much like the rest of his body still ached from the damage he’d sustained and the way he had been pushing himself.
But that wasn’t going to stop him from protecting his newlywed wife and newborn daughter.
My family, he thought, and smiled through the twinge in his jaw.
Charlie’s mewl drifted in from the bedroom and his gut tightened with both joy and fear. Driving away the fear, he whirled from his almost spectral image and hurried out to where his wife sat in a rocker, nursing their month-old daughter.
The sight of his lover never failed to stir him.
Diana’s head was down turned and her nearly seal-black hair fanned forward to hide most of her face, except the faint smile that graced her lips as she watched their daughter nurse.
At his entry, Diana met his gaze and her smile broadened, but then her exotic gold-green eyes narrowed. Her cop’s eyes were way too perceptive. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Never better,” he lied. He walked to her side and kneeled, still amazed by the miracle with which they’d both been blessed.
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