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| DESTINED - Book One in the From Tonight Until Forever Trilogy Alone, immortal, and untouchable, Will Matheson never expected to come face to face with his past. Powerful feelings once buried deep, come roaring to the surface when he lays eyes on Lanie Sullivan. Even though Will assures himself Lanie can’t really be the woman he loved and lost long ago, being around her awakens a hunger within him, a hunger to know her in all the ways his body insists he already does. The unexpected appearance of a man she thought only existed in her dreams ignites a spark inside Lanie she’s long thought lost. More troubling than her immediate awareness and connection with the stranger is that Will may be the only one who can keep her safe from the darkness stalking her. But can Lanie trust him with her life and her heart when she knows he hides the truth, or will the secret that he keeps push her away forever? UNEDITED EXCERPT “I’m here to pick up a book,” he said finally. All traces of the puzzled expression etched in his face moments ago vanished. The curious blue eyes assessed her as they might a stranger on the bus. No recognition, not even passing interest. Had she imagined it? Maybe the man had been uncertain as to whether or not he was in the right place. With another bookstore around the corner, people frequently got the two mixed up. That was the more rational explanation. Lanie tried to suppress her disappointment and forced a smile to her lips. “What book would that be?” “A friend of mine, Gabriel Pierce, called and spoke to the owner.” “Harold, huh? Well that means we have about a fifty-fifty chance of locating the book. Do you know the name of it or the author?” He shook his head, his gaze lingering a little too long on her mouth. A shiver curled up her spine. She waited for him to meet her eyes, and chewed nervously on her bottom lip when he finally did. “I’m sorry, but have we ever met before?” She had to ask, though she was positive she already knew the answer. She would’ve remembered meeting him face to face, yet she couldn’t shake the tingling in her stomach that the stranger somehow knew her. Just as she couldn’t ignore the fact that she’d dreamed about someone who looked exactly like the man before her. Perhaps there was no coincidence and it really was him. The more she thought about it, the less insane the possibility became. “No,” he answered, barely veiled curiosity imprinted on his face as he pretended not to follow her every move as she checked the shelves behind her and beneath the counter. Not surprised by his answer, she tried to proceed as normally as she could. “When did your friend talk to Harold?” “The day before yesterday.” “Okay, well let me check out back, maybe he set it aside.” Lanie felt his eyes burning into her back as she slipped into the back room. Out of sight, she drew in a deep breath and tried to make sense of the crazy thoughts running wild in her head. He said he didn’t know her, and yet the way he looked at her.... One minute as though she was a stranger and the next like she.... “Any luck?” he asked. She really needed to pay attention to those around her. Everyone and their brother could sneak up on her and she wasn’t the least bit aware until her feet were back on the ground. Lanie shifted away from his casual stance in the doorway, trying to ignore the fact his open coat revealed more of the familiar frame beneath. “Still checking, Mister....” “William,” he said, waited a beat, “but my friends call me Will.” She nodded thoughtfully, waited for something in her mind to shout, Yes it’s him. “The book,” he prompted. Was that the beginning of a smile? “Right.” She turned back to the shelves crammed with filing boxes, books and whatever other junk Harold stored there. Removing an old pair of slippers and his extra set of glasses, she skimmed a finger along the leather spines on the middle shelf. “Here it is,” she managed, spying a hastily scrawled note half tucked into one in the middle of the stack. Tugging on the book did not dislodge it from the pile. Lanie glanced over her shoulder and found Will’s attention fixed firmly on her bottom. He sensed her gaze and straightened in the doorway. He didn’t look the least bit apologetic for getting caught in the act. In fact, the longer she held his gaze, the hungrier his expression became. Or maybe she imagined that, too? Yep, lack of real sex was definitely screwing with her mind. Dragging her eyes away, Lanie returned her attention to the book. Books she knew. Books didn’t pretend they didn’t know you, when clearly something about you affected them, him, whatever. She gripped the leather spine with two hands, and yanked, jostling the precarious shelving unit Harold had built years ago in the process. Something scraped the frame above her head. Lanie yelped as an arm wrapped around her waist and she was hauled backwards. Her back hit the wall behind her, and she lifted her head to find herself looking straight into moonlight blue eyes that were almost as familiar to her as her own. Over Will’s shoulder she saw the wooden crate on the ground where she had been standing only a second ago. “You okay?” he asked. That depended on whether or not finding yourself held by the man you were convinced didn’t exist outside your dream world was okay. Physically speaking, she couldn’t think of a place she’d rather be. One solid arm locked tight around her waist, the other rested against the wall near her face. Mentally speaking, she should probably have Brynn reserve a padded cell for her at the nearest nut house. Only a crazy person could dream the things she dreamt and believe they were anything more than a side effect of REM sleep. Yet the evidence staring her in the face couldn’t get any more convincing. She knew this man. Somehow, she knew him. And with the same degree of certainty, she knew the recognition was mutual. Her head began to throb, the inability to process it all hammering away in the back of her skull. “You okay?” he repeated, and the underlying sensuality in his tone distracted her in a whole new way. “I think so.” She couldn’t work her voice beyond a whisper. This would be about the time when a polite gentleman who had saved her from a serious concussion or worse would step back and give her some room to breath. Will didn’t budge an inch. His eyes clung to hers. An unreadable emotion flitted across his face. Once more her attention shifted to his mouth, and she knew kissing him in reality would be much better than any dream. From shoulder to thigh, his body pressed against her with an achingly familiar intimacy. Her mind might be hesitant to reconcile her fantasies with reality, but her body had already made up its mind, and every cell screamed for his touch. ~ Reviews ~ "Sydney Somers’ characters are so endearing and she has left me salivating for more." - Joyfully Reviewed "Somers has penned a story worth reading, worth keeping, and worth reading again." - Pulp Fiction |
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