"The day I died, I felt myself falling ... pulled really, and when the journey was over, I woke up in this Sam Kendall's body. It was the last day of ...chool and I was waiting outside the school for Mom to pick me up. In my first life, that surprise job at Nileson's did not go over well. I felt betrayed and I not only refused the job, I got mad and stayed mad through the rest of my school years. This time, that didn't happen. I took the job and my future changed." So you're really a sixty year. A barely audible moan escaped her lips as her fingertips circled the perimeter of her breast in an ever-tightening spiral. Her thumb and forefinger drew together over her nipple, kneading it gently. Unconsciously, her other hand moved to balance the experience. With the knowledge that only self can bring, she squeezed and caressed her breasts, engorging them with the rush of arousal and raising herself out of the water as her back arched to bring pressure to her touch. Another, deeper, moan. It smoked, leaving behind a tiny teardrop branded into his neck.Damien dreamed as his soul was transformed. Death had not released his spirit like it should have. His wife's cursed embraced kept him locked in his dead body. He was shackled into his flesh as the darkness consumed him. Flashes of Abigail burned through his mind.She fought with a vampire in the cafeteria of his school. Her first shot with the crossbow missed as the handsome vampire, dressed in a black suit and red tie, leaped. Haven refused to look at the man beside her and instead took off at a run for her car despite knowing it was several blocks away. Once inside her car, she drove home and didn’t allow herself to give another thought to the entire situation. She walked up the stairs of the house she occupied the spacious third floor of. Greeting her was Mr. Darcy curling around her legs purring. Though anatomically, Mr. Darcy ought to have been the Mrs., Haven had opted against changing her name when the adoption.