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| STRIPPED AWAY Shadow Destroyers Book Two Quinn excels at slaying demons. But betrayal is the one demon she never saw coming. Nothing gives Quinn a rush like hunting and vanquishing the very demons that changed her life. But lately something is off. Way off. Nightmares she can’t explain, irrational fears surfacing at the most unexpected moments. And when her twin sister vanishes, Quinn’s world starts to come apart at the seams. Since becoming an agent for the Shadow Destroyers, Braxton has excelled at playing by the rules. Until, in a moment of weakness, he let his common sense desert him for one night in Quinn’s arms. A night she doesn’t remember. For weeks he’s kept their relationship strictly professional, but seeing Quinn so edgy and lost puts his telepathic abilities—and his restraint—to the test. As the search for her sister intensifies and everything Quinn thought she knew comes into question, Braxton seems to be the one true thing she can hold onto. Until she discovers he’s been keeping a very big secret of his own. One that may destroy her trust just when she needs him the most. EXCERPT “I don’t suppose I’m contagious and you’re stuck in here with me?” Something in the tilt of her head had him backing up fast. “Get some rest.” Quinn laughed, but the smoky sound was anything but truly amused. “I’m not making you nervous, am I?” Braxton held his ground. “You need to sleep.” “I probably should.” She glanced at the bed, then back to his face. “I’m not tired though.” “Count sheep.” “That’s one option.” He really couldn’t take hearing the other. She didn’t get that apparently and continued with, “Or you could stay and keep me company.” “I have stuff I need to finish.” Stuff that was rooms away from where she sat on the bed with her legs folded under her, giving him just enough to look at to whip his blood into a firestorm. He backtracked to the door. She beat him to it. Only the fact that he was used to Quinn moving that fast kept him from going on the defensive. “Stay. Please.” She blocked the door with her body. Braxton kept his attention fixed firmly on her face, reminding himself with the mental equivalent of a blow horn that her actions were driven by the infection. She lifted a hand and settled it over his heart. The heat from her palm seared straight through him. “I don’t want to be alone in here, Brax.” “Not a good idea.” “It’s never a good idea with you.” He couldn’t argue with that. It was sound logic from where he was standing at the moment. Her fingers closed around his shirt, and she closed her eyes. “I’m tired of being alone. Please don’t go.” Along with the carnal need that shimmered across her face, he heard the one thing in her voice he could relate to. Loneliness. He closed his fingers around hers and tugged her hand free. “This isn’t really you talking.” “Yes it is. I mean, I hear what I’m saying. And it’s almost like I’m drunk and I don’t care what I say, but that doesn’t make it less true. I want you to stay, Braxton. I want you period.” “You have to go to bed and I have to leave.” She edged away from the door and closer to him. “I can see on your face how much you want me.” He grabbed the doorknob, her proximity stretching his control like a sheet snapping wildly in the breeze before a thunderstorm. If he dropped his head just a bit, he could sample the mouth he’d been fantasizing about since she’d first sauntered through the field office doors. “We can’t.” She snaked an arm around his neck. “Yes, we can.” She trailed her mouth along the edge of his jaw. “All you have to do is give in. Like I have.” Get a sneak peek at Chapter One! |
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