Chrysalis by Michel Prince
My heart was pounding my lips ached for his touch. They tingled, as I hoped for a long, strong kiss. I nodded slightly, closed my eyes and tilted my head up. His free hand gently stroked back a stray hair from my face, then he cupped my head. His thumb stroked my cheekbone. I felt him lean down slowly, my lips burned. I could feel his breath, as he brought his lips closer to my mine.
Instead I felt a soft peck on my forehead. I opened my eyes, crossing them to see him lightly kissing my forehead. I turned my head slightly and as the words were coming out, I tried to pull them back. “What the hell was that?”
He laughed and shook his head, releasing my arm. My lips sore from the rush of hormones that filled them and were now also pulsing through my body.
“Are you ready for that? I thought you’d want a more stupendous moment, the perfect time, something to tell our grandchildren about.”
“So now we’re getting married and having kids?”
“I don’t know, but I’d hate to take a chance. What if I kiss you for the first time like you were just some girl, then down the line that’s what we’d have to tell our grandchildren about? Do you not see how your actions can have catastrophic repercussions for generations to come?”
“Well, I’d hate to disappoint our future offspring, so I guess I’ll have to wait.”
Chain Reaction by T. C. Archer
Former Chicago Detective Jordan Pierce put his life on hold in order to protect America’s secret weapon against the Nazis, The Manhattan Project. But he can’t protect himself as his humanity is eaten away by a mysterious disease that destroys him, while at the same time makes him more powerful than any man he’s ever known. Jordan finds out how much the disease has devoured his soul when he falls in love with the woman who might destroy America and tear apart his last shred of humanity.She raked her nails over my chest.
I sucked in a breath. "Gladys."
She tilted her head back in invitation and I grazed the creamy skin with my incisors. If I gently pricked her skin—I froze. My incisors had fully extended without my having noticed. A taste, my mind persisted. Nothing more. One tiny drop, or two… or ten. I gave my head a hard shake. What was I doing? If Gladys noticed—how could she have not noticed? What was she doing? She'd seen what I did to Mr All American. Why wasn't she running from me in terror? I lifted my head and looked at her face. Had desire flushed her cheeks? She opened her eyes.
"What are you doing?" I demanded.
Her gaze didn't flinch. "This is what you want."
"What I want—" She wasn't offering herself to me because she wanted me. She was selling herself to me for my cooperation. "You would give yourself to me after what you saw the other night?"
"I would give myself to the devil to save my brother."
I showed her a slight smile, revealing the tips of my incisors. "That may be exactly what you've done."
Labyrinth by Tarah Scott
Yes, magic exists. Not the backwater voodoo witches practice where Mississippi Deputy Sheriff Margot Saulnier grew up. But the age-old black magic a woman weaves around a man that draws him under her spell. The kind Margot’s best friend used to kill her husband…and get away with it.
Margot chases her friend to Scotland, determined to prove her guilty of murder. No one will stop Margot. Not the SAS agent sent to watch her…and not the Scottish lord legend says murders his lovers when they cannot free him from the spell that has imprisoned him in Castle Morrison for three hundred years.
He’s just a legend.
And magick doesn’t exist.
“I suppose we’d better get back,” McNeil said.
Margot nodded. She glanced back at the car a hundred feet away and startled at seeing an elderly man standing beside the right fender watching them.
“We’ve got company.”
Charles twisted and looked in the direction she stared.
“You know him?” she asked.
Charlie slipped an arm around her back and faced forward. “No.”
He started down the hill. They reached an outcrop of hard sand about halfway down and she dropped to the ground, pulling him with her. He drew her close and she snuggled against him beneath the overhang where they weren’t visible from the hill.
“He’ll think we’re having a quickie.”
Margot stilled when McNeil traced a finger along her cheek. “Is that all it would be, Margot?”
She tilted her head upward and met his gaze. He stared, eyes dark with desire and something more that caused her stomach to flip.
“I—” she began but his mouth covered hers before she could finish the sentence.
She grasped his shoulders and pulled him deeper into the kiss. He didn’t hesitate, his body coming down on hers. His hungry demands sent a shiver through her.
Clear As Day by Babette James
What’s a girl to do when her summer lover wants forever?
Haunted by dark memories of her parents' volatile marriage, artist Kay Browning keeps her heart locked behind a free-spirit facade and contents herself with the comfortable affair she has every summer with easygoing photographer Nate Quinn.
The only trouble with her plan? This summer Nate's come to Lake Mohave to claim the lover he can't let go. He’s done with the endless traveling and settling for temporary homes and temporary loves. Kay’s always been more than just a vacation fling, and now he must convince this woman, who sees love as a course to certain heartbreak, to take that leap of faith and learn how safe love with the right man can be.
“Kay!” That male voice was not her imagination.
“Oh, shit!” She twisted and dropped into the water, sinking neck-deep.
Mother always said, among other things, that a lady never goes skinny-dipping and must always wear a proper hat. Kay was only half skinny-dipping, but she fervently wished she’d worn something a bit more substantial than a baseball cap and the bottom half of the quintessential teeny-weenie yellow polka-dot bikini.
Shit, oh, shit, oh, shit. She so hated when Mother was right.
She wiped water from her face, sucked in a breath against her pounding heart, and peeked around.
Nate. She must be sun-dazed. Nate? With a beard? Hair curling over his ears? No way.
Just because a familiar slouchy fishing hat topped those unruly, sun-bleached blond curls and just because this guy possessed the same deep-water tan and footloose taste in clothes as Nate with his electric blue Hawaiian shirt, bright orange swim trunks, and beat-up deck shoes didn’t mean—
“Hey, babe. Now that I’ve finally caught your attention, how about a hug from my girl?” He opened his arms. “Am I coming in after you or are you coming out?”
Vantage Points by Michele Hope
As stars glitter above the Ozarks and a grand old hotel, opportunities can avail in the least expected of places. Yet for the skilled and gifted, so much can be made from a graceful bend at the waist, a suggestive touch or an alluring smile. The ghost of Al Capone haunts floors of grandeur and our handsome escapees from a tropical storm ply their skills to an unsuspecting young lifeguard. And does he ever . . . become the fortunate beneficiary of lace, rum and a midnight dip.
I look at Eric, incredulous and indulge the moment, allowing for his full consumption before taking a deep breath to hold. I glide straight downward into the shallows depths, the fleeting touch of my husband's fingertips following on the backs of my arms. I imagine the bikini top floating on the surface in a vortex of tangled hair. With smooth precision and elegance of movement, I extend my hand backward in the submersion, finding the considerable authority beneath my husband's Bahaman shorts.
Springing from the concrete bottom, I jettison across the pool, never surfacing until I reach the side. Then rising above the water's level, I discover no indication of a wake, my getaway so flawless. I bring my hands up and push water from my face, clearing my eyes. My breasts are buoyant just above the water line, floating, freed of restraint and gravity. From across the pool, I become witness to my admirers, one possessed of extreme confidence, the other, stunned like a goat! I hear but one voice, influence in its strength as it is calming in its certainty. "Perfect isn't she?"
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