His hand slid up her arm, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in its wake, his fingers traveling slow up her shoulder and neck until they softly stroked her jawline. “I know you’re apprehensive, and I understand that.”
His voice was hypnotizing, seducing her while his thumb moved up to stroke her lower lip. “But we both know how incredible we’re going to be together,” he murmured. “You can feel it, just like I do. We don’t know how this will all end up, but we know we have right now, and we have this.” Continue reading
He was dangerous. Dangerous to her senses, dangerous
to her peace of mind…just all-over dangerous.
Sidhe fluttered at the mention, then forced herself to calm. “The end of days is but a legend. A myth told to children in order to guide their behavior. It isn’t real.”
“I can feel the pull of it and echoes of the people and animals whose bodies nourished the soil,” she answered. “It’s hard to explain. I know it sounds creepy but it’s not. It’s…peaceful. Powerful.”
He found himself dreaming about her some nights, waking and reaching for her only to remember that she was gone. He’d burned through most of the initial anger he’d felt. Now he just wanted to know she was safe.
In Eight Nights At Sea, pirate captain Zephyr Jamieson finds Rina and her brother stowing away aboard his ship. They strike a mutually beneficial bargain: Safe passage for Rina and her brother in exchange for Rina warming the captain’s bed. But Rina is not what she seems – and Zeph is determined to learn all of her secrets.
In this scene, he’s just come out the victor in an unexpected battle, but took a good knock to the skull before it ended. He’s still reeling from the revelation that his demure bedmate has a touch of the magical about her . . .
“My head has me in a devil of a mood,” he apologized. “I just wish you’d told me everything from the beginning. Am I going to be surprised by anything else?”
She gave him a slightly mischievous grin. “Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?”
He closed his eyes and smiled. “Hellion.”
She touched his cheek lightly. “I’m sorry about your head.” Continue reading
“I probably need to apologize,” she said nervously.
He set his menu down, folding his hands on top of it. “Take your time.”
Subject: “Sorry/Not Sorry”
“It’s my way of joining humanity to what they are, what we all are. We all have sorrow. We all have joy.” Her eyes were shining. “I have a gift for this, and I use it.”
Like she could close her eyes and pretend that she mattered to him, just a little bit. Moments like that gave her hope and she clung to it.