Author: K.F. Breene
Genre: New Adult Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Publication: January 23, 2014
I’d always been different. I saw objects in the night where others saw emptiness. Large, human shaped shadows, fierce yet beautiful, melting into the darkness. I collected secrets like other women collected bells; afraid to fully trust lest my oddities be exposed.
Until I saw him. He’d been gliding down the street, unshakable confidence in every step. It wasn’t just that he was breathtakingly handsome with perfect features. Something about him drew me. Sucked my focus to him and then tugged at my body. As his eyes met mine, I was entrapped.
No one had noticed him. He’d been right there, just beyond the light, but only I had perceived.
I had to know if he was real. Or maybe I really was crazy. And even when my secret box was blasted wide open, dangers hurled at me like throwing knives, I couldn’t stop until I unraveled his true identity.
I just had to know.
“She was fated to live.”
“Then why must you save her?”
“Often Fate is struck down by dumb luck.”
his black eyes, his puzzled expression deepened. “You’re human…”
established that, yes. What I want to know is, if I am human, what does that
make you? And why do I notice you when others usually don’t?”
cocked to the side. His easy balance, his lethal edge; he was like a blade resting
on billowing silk. “Very few humans are able to withstand our pheromones. Fewer
still to break a Kolma once it has been placed. You’ve not been trained, that’s obvious; so
how is this possible when you’re definitely human? Do you possess the blood of
could barely think past the pounding ache of my body, begging to touch him. I
needed to get a grip! He was revealing some very interesting factoids I needed
to jot down in my mental notebook.
nostrils flared. “Charles was right; your arousal is a unique scent. Like a
spicy, warm drink on a mid-winter’s night. It rises above other smells,
entrancing the mind.”
charged with questions, determination, anger, and demands, I thrust forward,
“Listen, what did you mean about withstanding the…pher-thing? Or breaking the
other thing? How can you trap someone’s head with pleasure? Because I’m pretty
sure—not positive, but pretty sure—that Jared is straight. And also, I really
think we should circle back to what the hell you are, and why nobody knows that
you exist? Because this whole people scattering thing is not normal, and I
think an explanation is probably in order.”
stepped closer, not hearing me, or not caring that I spoke. His eyes looked at
me like I was a life-sized riddle. They delved, searching. He took another
step, forcing me to retreat two steps to keep distance between our bodies.
Another step back had my back to the wall.
smile curved his lips. “I exude pleasure, you run. I exude fear, you come
calling. You want me, I can smell it. I can feel it, almost like a palpable
thing. Give in to it. Yield to me.”
wanted to. His body was mere inches from mine, his intense eyes looking down
into my soul from a face out of a Renaissance painting. The power of him, the
sheer strength, had strange, primal fantasies running amok through my head. My
core tingled, my chest surged, and my nipples were so hard they could cut this
come here, again?
While she could wrangle numbers with the best of 'em, and even though she wore the crown as the most outspoken, belligerent accountant in the world, her mind got as stuffy as her daily routine. It was here that she dusted off her creative hat and began writing. Now she makes movies in her head, not worried about lighting, shutter speed or editing equipment. Turns out, a computer is much easier to manage than a crowd of actors. She should know, she was an actor at one time.
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