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𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 is on high alert as he patrols from a Boston rooftop.

When a blast of dark magic reaches him, he tracks it to a beautiful, mysterious woman.

𝐈𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬? 𝐎𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫?

What he uncovers is far more shocking to them both.

𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭. She can see things before they happen and keeps her curse a secret.

She meets Roman at a goth club. He's intriguing and hot. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬.

Until he blindsides her with the truth about her abilities.

And she discovers he's hiding dark secrets. 𝐈𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫?

Are you ready to be Tempted by the Gargoyle?

On Saturday evening, Roman patrolled the rooftop with his deputy, Arto. The open area
of this club gave him the best tactical view of Boston, although with obstructions from nearby buildings.

The moon had reached its fullest potential, looming bright and large over the city. Soon the eclipse would begin.

They surveyed for signs of trouble below. It was risky to have all these humans being lured into Boston. Always was when humans converged for massive events. Yet they wandered, clueless to any potential danger around them; oblivious that they were
protected by those of his kind.

“Look at them pouring into the city,” Roman said. “Without a care in the world.”

“Who can resist the draw of love or sex—or both?” Arto replied. “All this publicity is hard to miss. Especially the billboards.”

Roman exhaled. Prime view for a gargoyle on patrol. “It doesn’t help with these wannabe witches declaring the cosmic significance of the event, making it the perfect night to
meet one’s soul mate.”

“I bet they’ll pocket a lot of money this weekend, helping people find the one.”

Roman peered over to the nearby buildings and spotted a few of the Stone Sentries, his clan mates, perched at various vantage points. Gargoyles under his command had taken positions all over Boston, either in their stone forms on the exteriors of buildings or patrolling the city in their human forms, the way Roman and Arto were now. His gaze shifted to the humans lining up below to get into the club.

“Nights like this make me wary.”

Arto stepped closer, although they were far out of earshot, and it wasn’t likely anyone would hear them over the music. “Do you sense something is wrong?”

“Yes. But it’s nothing definitive. That’s what makes it so bothersome.”

Arto nodded. “I will ensure all are in position and on watch.”

“Remember—watch for werewolves.” Roman hadn’t seen any since he’d taken command of guarding the
region after the bombings at the Boston Marathon, but that didn’t mean they weren’t around. They were adept at hiding. “A powerful moon like this could unravel even those with the utmost self-control. Not that I trust a werewolf to have any.”

“Will do.”

As they approached the other end of the roof, Roman scanned the pedestrian traffic on Tremont Street and Boylston Street before surveilling the Boston Common and Public Gardens. Something caught his eye on the Common. A dome-like structure, newly built, and appearing out of place in the expanse of grassy land below.

“What is that?” He pointed at the dome.

Arto followed the direction of his finger. “I don’t know. Never seen it before. It wasn’t there last night.”

“How did they construct it so quickly?”

“Prefabricated structure?” Arto suggested. “Must be a temporary exhibit. I can’t picture the city officials letting something like that be erected on the Common.”

“Money can convince humans to do many things.” He raised his chin toward the dome. “Have someone look into it.”

Arto pumped his fist across his chest and nodded to acknowledge the command, and then walked away.

Roman scanned those gathered up on the roof, using his acute senses to pick up on anything out of the ordinary. A sultry heat lingered in the late summer air, scented with
numerous potted florals that masked the exhaust of car fumes downtown. Many of
the women were dressed in tight clothing that attracted male attention and displayed
an abundance of cleavage. Most of the men wore dark colors, which fit the theme
of the club—an eclectic mix of gothic design and B-movie kitsch. From the bold or furtive glances cast at the opposite sex, many were seeking a partner for the night.

An uneasy sensation crept up his spine, ruffling the hair at the back of his neck. Something bad was going to happen—he was almost certain of it.

He glanced again at the moon. Humans thought the red tinge gave the night a romantic element.

Fools. Their ancestors had dubbed it a blood moon for a reason. Violence often
occurred when the moon shone with such an ominous aura. Bloodshed followed.

All his sentries were on duty tonight. Vigilant for anything—or anyone— questionable.

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While surveying the city from a rooftop club, a dark-haired woman caught Roman’s
attention. She stood up straight and she fidgeted with her glass. Something about her discomfort triggered his gargoyle instincts, making him observe her more closely.

When he scanned her from head to toe, he didn’t gain any insight other than how attractive she was. Her hair was rich and lush, flowing in loose waves over her shoulders. It had a burgundy tone from the various lighting fixtures around the deck. Her wide eyes searched her surroundings. What was she looking for? His gaze traveled down her body, studying how well it was encased in a form-fitting black dress. He lingered on her killer curves, fueling his imagination with sordid fantasies of what it would be like to touch them.

He snapped his eyes away. He was supposed to be gauging what had set off his senses, not visualizing her naked.

Seconds later, his gaze returned to her, despite his admonition to himself. Her expression turned troubled. A strong reaction rose within him, one he couldn’t read. He rubbed the back of his neck. Something about her put all his senses on edge; he had to keep an eye on her, although he had no indication why.

She spoke to a blonde woman next to her, and he turned his head to focus on their conversation. With all the chatter in the room, he couldn’t catch it, despite his acute sense of hearing.

What troubled the brunette? An instinct to protect her kicked in. The pull toward her was compelling.

Remember why you're here.

Gargoyle shifter Roman stepped back, both mentally and physically separating himself from the woman, and shielded himself behind the bar. That compulsion was one he'd never experienced, and not knowing what it meant bothered him all the more. All the uncertainty about tonight had him on edge.

Turning away, he gulped in the cool night air. It invigorated him for only a moment. What hit him next almost knocked him off his feet--a sudden whoosh of energy. It blasted past him with immense force and power, indicative of dark magic.

A gut feeling made him turn to locate the brunette, and he scrutinized her. He sensed something unusual about her than the other humans on the roof. Was she the source of that dark magic? He opened a mental link to communicate with Arto.

There's a woman on the roof I'm going to keep an eye on.

Is she in danger? Or is she dangerous? Arto asked.

Good question. That's what I plan on finding out.

🦇 What Roman discovers is even more shocking...

Read what happens next in Tempted by the Gargoyle, the first book in the Stone Sentries series by USA Today Bestselling Author Lisa Carlisle!