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"...a steamy romantic short story that is way too good to miss." - Ecataromance "...an enjoyable read and a definite keeper." - Fallen Angel Reviews |
| MASQUERADE A predictable life Katherine Sinclair is dedicated to her career, leaving little time left for a social life, much less a sex life. The only man to capture her attention is the bookishly handsome and remarkably silent Nigel Trask. However, past mistakes have taught her not to mix business with pleasure. An unforgettable desire Rejected not once, but three times, Nigel is still determined to prove to Kat how right they are for each other. Even is it means keeping his identity a secret. A not so chance encounter The charity masquerade ball is the last place Kat expects to be swept off her feet. But exactly who is the devastating stranger hell bent on possessing both her body and her heart? EXCERPT Kat stared up at him, her brain scrambling to piece everything together. Maybe she did know him after all. Since the terrace she felt she knew him somehow, but nothing about him added up to any of the men she knew. He could have been someone that simply worked in the same building, but something about him…. Only Nigel was as tall as Hawk, but he wore his hair longer than the near stranger in front of her. There was the sports writer who worked with Leo, but he wasn't nearly as smooth as Hawk. And the PC tech always working on her computer had a lisp, so that definitely ruled him out. And something about Hawk's voice seemed so familiar. Familiar in the same way she recognized a caller's voice on the phone, but needed a couple minutes of conversation before she could put a name to the person calling. Hawk smiled easily. "My cousin's name is Katherine and most people call her Kat for short." It could have been true, but she sensed he wasn't being fully honest with her. "You sure we've never met before tonight?" Her brain refused to accept the fact they hadn't. Damn it, why couldn't she remember? Hawk took her hands. Warmth seeped into her skin. "Do you feel it, Kat? This pull between us?" Kat stared up at him. Unable to deny the fiery currents surging through her veins at his soft touch, she nodded. He led her back out to the terrace. "I've been under some kind of spell ever since I saw you." Somehow she knew he was talking about more than seeing her tonight. She raised her head to find him watching her. Soft gray eyes burned into hers. She would've remembered those eyes wouldn't she? She wanted to rip off his mask right now to be certain. Hawk cupped her chin, his thumb rubbing her jaw in a slow, seductive rhythm. "You think too much." He leaned forward, his breath warm on her cheek. "Midnight isn't far off, let's not waste it talking," he murmured. Kat closed her eyes, breathed in the scent of him, woods and ocean. "And what will happen at midnight?" "I will answer all of your questions." "And until then?" "We enjoy each other's company." For tonight anyway. She didn't say it aloud, but he tilted her face towards him as though he'd heard her. "I'm not just looking for a diversion, Kat." She wanted to ask what that meant, whether or not he'd be there when the charade really ended. It scared her to admit just how much she wanted him to be. And now she was getting way ahead of herself. She needed to slow down, enjoy the fire flickering to life inside her and not think about tomorrow. Hawk slid his hands down her arms, the tips of his fingers shooting a delicious shudder from her toes to her head. She leaned into him, eager to discover how else her body would respond to him. He didn't disappoint her. Cradling her against his chest, he walked her back to the side of the building. They were out of immediate sight should anyone step outside. His eyes raked over her, the desire in the gray depths sending waves of excitement stampeding through her. He didn't touch her, almost as if he wasn't sure where to begin. "I've been thinking about this for too long," he whispered before beginning a series of slow, scorching kissed down the side of her neck. Kat dragged in a breath, melted against him. "You mean since tonight, right?" He ignored her, and Kat couldn't seem to make herself care as his teeth scraped her collarbone with delicate precision. "What is it about you that makes me want to…." Her body hummed, a feverish ache building between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together to soothe the soft tightening. "Makes you want to what?" she asked. His gray eyes flashed a gentle warning. "No more talking." |
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