http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CFRQAQO
Dark, sinful desire that comes to you, into your bedroom, and takes you, body and soul, completely and forever...
Read an excerpt:
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Emma exhaled the shuddering breath that she had been
holding. Shakily, she backed into her office and her office door
whispered shut right in front of her rounded eyes. She didn't bother
trying to open it. She knew it would be locked. She had heard the
click and that soft step behind her.
“I thought I told you to stay away from me,” she
hissed, not turning around.
“And we both know that I can never do that,” came
the low, quiet reply.
“Why? Oh, right, I forgot. You're Death. It's your
job to cause pain and misery, so you have to make your unwelcome
presence felt and mess up our happy lives.” Emma narrowed her eyes
as she pivoted round slowly to face him. But the sneer left her face
when she set eyes on him.
He was still as devilishly handsome and as sexy as
before. She glimpsed his toned, tanned physique under his cloak as
he moved towards her. But his eyes—they were no longer the clear,
shimmering blue of the sky. The light and laughter were gone from
his blue eyes. In their place were swirling, tormented pools of
black. He was still tall and imposing, but he wore a haunted, hunted
look.
“What...what happened to you?” Her resolve to hate
him faltered as she took a step towards him.
He laughed, and it was a harsh, bitter sound.
“What happened? Did you forget, Emma? I killed
someone,” he growled, the shadows darkening under his eyes.
She looked down.
“I killed someone you love.”
She jerked her head up, and stared into his dark,
tortured eyes. “I didn't love him,” she whispered at last.
For a timeless moment, they just stood in the middle of
her office facing each other. Finally, she surfaced to breathe and
blink, and immediately he reached out to grab her.
He crushed her to him, hugging her like he would never
let her go. Emma gasped but she didn't fight him. She had been
struggling with all these strange, conflicting emotions and dreams
for so many months and years. She just didn't want to fight her own
heart anymore. She had tried to deny her feelings, but they were
growing too powerful and too painful.
She had always had the feeling that Death was near her,
watching her, waiting for her. But he had never shown himself.
Until that night. That night Brett died.
When she saw him again, her heart almost stopped. For
so many nights and months and years, she had longed to see him again.
Just for once, just for one night, just for one moment. But he
never came back. He had taken her in her blood-soaked bed nine years
ago, and she never saw him again. But of course, he was Death so not
seeing him was a good thing, right? Just keep telling
yourself that, Emma. Her head told her that she should be
thankful that Death stayed away from her, but her traitorous heart
ached for him. He had made love to her the night he came to take her
life, and he had left her—alive. More alive than she had ever felt
in a long, long while. He had shown her the sinful, delicious
pleasures of the flesh and how intensely one could love and live.
She craved his touch, his kiss, his rock hard body. She had been
trying to find that same touch, trying to ignite that spark and
inferno. She'd had many lovers through the years, but no one had
come close.
As she tilted her face up to him, his mouth was already
on hers, hungrily ravishing her lips, kissing her like he would
devour her. Her lips parted readily, allowing him to push his tongue
deep in and take her. His large, roving hands kneaded her breasts
through her blouse and bra, before tearing her blouse right off her
shoulders.
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