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Night Of The Cereus
Published by Samhain Publishing (link http://samhainpublishing.com) Publication date: March 25, 2008 Buy link: https://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/product.da/night-of-the-cereus
Melanie watched the man approach. Yummy. As he got closer, she took a deep breath, keeping her face impassive, although it wasn’t easy. There was something about the tall figure, long black hair blowing back from his forehead, fists slightly clenched as he came forward, that resonated in her like a bell. The loose-limbed stride practically screamed sex. It was both predatory and intriguing, hinting at a finely honed physique and the instincts to use it to full potential. All hard edges and planes, the musculature of his body couldn’t be fully concealed beneath his loose T-shirt and jeans. Instead, it was revealed in the stretch of fabric across his shoulders, in the ripple of denim over his thighs, in the unconscious roll of hips as he walked. It took no effort to imagine him overcoming a woman’s sense of self-preservation, luring her into his bed, destroying and devouring her with pleasure. Quickly raising her eyes to his face, registering the solidity of his neck in passing, Melanie felt a shiver of warmth gather in her chest. A strong bone structure, with tanned, olive-hued flesh stretched taut and smooth over it, gave him the appearance of a raptor, watchful and confident. Yet the harshness of his face did nothing to abate the impression of sensuality. Instead, straight firm lips revealed nothing of his thoughts but made her wonder how they would taste, and feel, against her skin. Melanie blinked, reined in her libido, and met his eyes. The dark gleaming depths seemed, for a split second, to reflect everything she was feeling, and a pulse of fear sent icy fingers through her limbs. Detachment was a necessary part of her stock in trade. Losing it, even for the moment it took to register that he was absolutely, incredibly gorgeous, was dangerous. Even more annoying was the fact that her instinctive reaction to him was unprecedented. Her cool professional attitude was a source of irritation to some of the men she worked for, but it had also gained her a solid reputation. One hot Latin artist wasn’t going to make her blow years of hard-won respect. For a moment she considered simply apologizing, getting back in her car and leaving. Perhaps this job wasn’t for her, after all. As though coming to a similar conclusion, the slightest of frowns crossed Marcus Alejandro’s face. Stifling a wild surge of anxiety, Melanie tilted her head up as he stopped in front of her. “Am I not what you wanted, Mr. Alejandro?” The sound that came from his throat held bitter amusement, but he swept his hand toward the side of the building, inviting her inside, and anxiety turned to a flash of pleasure. “You are exactly what I want, Ms. Fletcher. Exactly.” |
