Lisa Adams wants what every other woman wants: The perfect job. The perfect home. The perfect guy. When she receives the opportunity of a lifetime, Lisa has no idea what she’s actually signed up for. Her boss, who is tall, dark and incredibly sexy, starts making advances towards her and she’s having a hard time telling him no. Lisa begins seeing things that are scaring the Hell out of her. Nightmares are leaving her frightened.
Then there’s this new guy that’s come into her life. He brings a new light into the darkness that threatens to claim Lisa. He’s mysterious, heartwarming and kind. Not to mention the most beautiful man she’s ever met. But something with him seems to be off.
Faced with love, seduction, sacrifice and deceit, Lisa will find herself being pulled in two directions; one pursues her to claim her soul and the other will sacrifice everything to save her.
Taking the steps down to the mailroom, Lisa notices the place is empty. Sighing, she reaches into her purse, moving her hand around until she finds the familiar ball on her key ring. She recalls telling her mother as a child, “Why do you carry such large purses?” Lisa shakes her head, realizing in some ways, she has become her mother. Pulling her keys out, she thumbs through them until she finds her mailbox key. Slipping it into her mailbox, she turns the key, opening the mail door.
Flipping through her bills and the junk mail, she hears footsteps coming down the stairs. Looking up, the most beautiful man she’s ever seen walks into the mail room. Her lips part as sensuous sky blue eyes; radiating like pure diamond as they pierce her mind. His hair is blond, and short but messy. His firmly built body reminds Lisa of a knight waiting to rescue his lady. His cheeks are chiseled like a finely-carved Michelangelo statue. His nose is perfectly symmetrical. His lips are slightly full, the kind that end in a cute little smirk at the corners. His eyes meet hers. For a moment she forgets to breathe. His lips pull into a smile and he nods to her.
Realizing she’s staring, Lisa quickly looks away from him. When he turns towards his mailbox, she looks over at him and her eyes move down his body. She looks away to make herself look occupied. Fumbling with the mail in her hands, she looks over long enough to catch his gaze again. Her breath catches and she stands there staring. He smiles at her as he waves.
As if something slapped the back of her head, she snaps out of it. Looking away, she feels the blood rush to her face and she closes her mailbox door so hard that it bounces against the wall a few times before it finally closes. Locking it, she shoves the mail in her purse. Shoving her keys inside, she turns towards the stairs. Keeping her eyes cast down, she begins to walk away and glances over to the beautiful man in the room. He looks up at her. Their eyes meet. She smiles back at him coyly then lowers her gaze. She takes the first step on the stairs and trips. Cursing herself for being such a klutz, she feels every ounce of blood in her body make a race for her face.
“I don’t know about you, but I hate it when the floor reaches up and snaps at my foot.” His voice is dark with a hint of sex appeal. His voice is alluring, yet she finds him friendly. She can't help but feel a piece of herself melt. Lisa grips the railing to balance herself as his voice floods through her body. Looking back over her shoulder at him she nods her head a few times.
“I totally meant to do that,” she retorts.
“Then I give you 10 points for the safe landing.” He smiles as their eyes meet again. Her knees turn weak and she grips the railing tighter. “I’m Alex Carter. I just moved in last week.” He extends his hand to her to shake. She slips her hand into his and her fingers wrap around his hand. His hands are large with long fingers. His nails are clean and manicured. She notices he doesn't wear a wedding band. His shake is firm, but he doesn’t grip her hand too hard. Thoughts of his hands on her body cross her mind as she smiles up at him. Looking into his eyes she finds herself unable to speak. Blinking a few times she finally pulls herself back.
“I’m Lisa. I live here. Obviously. I just got my mail.” She continues to shake his hand as she stares into his eyes. Catching herself, she stops and reluctantly pulls her hand away. Shifting
her weight on her feet, she glances down; her eyes looking at his shoes. Her eyes gradually move up his long legs. His waist is solid and she imagines the six pack abs underneath his shirt.
Blinking she moves her eyes up to his broad chest. She imagines him on a beach without a shirt while speckles of sand have latch onto his bare chest after he rolls around in the sand with her. Her gaze finally lands on his eyes. Realizing she's just openly checked him out, she watches him raise a single brow. He chuckles as his smile grows. Lisa’s face glows a bright shade of pink.
“Right,” he smiles up to her on the steps. He glances up the steps then back to her. He grins, “Shall we?”
“Oh right! Of course,” wanting to mentally kick herself for gawking at him openly like that, she turns and walks up the steps; allowing her ass to sway just a little more than normal. Hearing him clear his throat, she smiles. “Where did you move from, Alex? Have you been in Manhattan long?” Glancing back at him, his eyes look up to hers. His eyes are the kind that you can look into and get lost; the kind you can relate to that are truly windows to the soul.
Hailing from Burleson, Texas and growing up in the country with big tractors and bon fire parties, I would day dream about far off lands, hoping to one day get inside their worlds.
Always having a love of books and paranormal stories, I finally took the leap to begin writing with encouragement from my husband. Having worked in IT my entire career and finding my way to Central Florida, I spend free time writing new stories, putting together puzzles with my daughter or reading her children's stories.
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