Synopsis:
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.
Excerpt:
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.
Author Bio:
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.
I am involved in Autism research and Autism awareness. To find out
more how you can help, check out: http://www.autismspeaks.org/
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