With the holiday weekend starting in like hours, I thought I'd share an excerpt of my new release, In The Presence Of Evil. This book was inspired by an incident that got me question by the FBI. Of course, I asked questions of my own. WINK
In this scene things really begin to heat up between Gina and Cole. They've had a hard time fighting their feelings for each other and the walls begin to crumple.
In The Presence Of Evil is availble on Amazon and B&N and many other e-book sites, including my publisher's TWRP (which I earn more royalties through--WINK), so you can download it now and read this weekend.
The fire in his eyes was meant to make her back off, but she held her position.
Cole stood and stretched his arms out and above his head.
Gina couldn’t help but stare at his magnificent male form. As her gaze trailed up over him, their eyes locked, and Gina quickly looked down at the papers in front of her. She didn’t want to be attracted to Cole, but there was no denying she was very attracted to him.
Her heart fluttered in her chest. The air in the office grew warmer each second, and Cole’s scent was a clear distraction. She had to insist he get out of her sight before he confused her more.
She stood. “Be reasonable. No one is going to come here with guns blazing and try to take me out.”
“You haven’t changed.”
She dropped her pen. “What do you mean by that?”
“You’re as stubborn as a mule.”
She splayed her hand on her chest. “Me, stubborn?”
“Yes. You always were.”
“I don’t think so.”
“I know so.” He chuckled. “We’ll continue this conversation tonight when Rusty is with us.”
“We will not.”
“Are you afraid your boyfriend will find out who you really are?”
“Leo knows who I am.”
Somehow they both had moved to the middle of the room where they stood face to face.
The dancing sparkle in his dark eyes warmed her insides like hot cocoa on a blistery night. Her gaze dropped to his full lips, and she wondered if he still tasted like a sweet plum.
“You haven’t changed inside, Gina,” he said in a hoarse whisper as he stepped closer. “Neither have I.”
His hand slipped around her waist.
He drew her to him. Their bodies aligned as they always had, fitting perfectly against one another. Her skin tingled under his touch as he caressed her collarbone and then slid his hand under her hair around the nape of her neck.
Only for a moment did he search her soul before his lips feathered across hers with the promise of love.
This was wrong and she knew it, but at this very moment she didn’t care.