Sunday, April 21, 2013

One Night With Death

One Night With Death, a sizzling, passionate, hot erotic romance now available on Amazon.
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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