So, my heroine Steele is a tough guy. She carries a gun, routinely breaks the law, and as ex-military she has the skills and the chops to handle herself like a G in most any situation. She’s also got a past, a not so pretty past, but this? Finding out her latest lover/work project isn’t human? That’s a bit much even for a tough guy.
In this unedited snippet, Steele discovers that Miles, Australian actor of the blond hair and bright blue eyes, is actually a demon. All things considered, she takes it pretty well. Not.
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XOXO,
SS
“Thirsty?”
He helped her sit up and instantly there was a glass at her lips. Eva drank down the cool, infused water.
“Mmmm. Thanks.”
They stared at each other for a while.
“That was interesting,” she eventually drawled.
Miles laughed. “Interesting, hey?”
“Not good enough? How about fabulous. Mind blowing. Out of this world. I’m not even sure what happened,” she admitted.
“You came a lot, and then you fainted. Then we took a bath and you insisted on sleeping.” He still looked disapproving.
She grunted and came up on one arm, mimicking his pose with chin on hand. “That’s never happened to me before. The fainting, I mean.”
He smiled gently, his green eyes warm and shining on her face. “There’s a first time for everything.”
She sat up, rolled gracefully from the bed and stretched again, a full, fingers to the sky, then she touched her toes. “I feel good.”
“That’s good,” he said, looking solemn.
“I think I might have a shot at getting the best of my sensei.” She shadow boxed a bit and winked at him. Her smile faded when there was no answering smile in return. “What’s wrong? You ready for me to go already?” she laughed, but the sound was humorless, and she began to dress.
“No.” He was there beside her instantly, taking the shirt from her hand and tossing it back to the floor. “I have to tell you something.”
All of a sudden Steele remembered something. They hadn’t used a condom. “You have a disease.”
Miles looked confused. “What? No! I’m clean.”
Her phone rang. She reached for her jeans and pulled it from the pocket. “Yeah.” Her eyes never left his.
She listened for a minute, scowling. “Let Lolly into my shit and tell her to handle it. I’ll be there in an hour.” She hung up. “Well?”
Miles scowled at her cold tone. He scowled even harder when she reached for her clothes again, but this time when he reached for her, she blocked him.
“Say what you gotta say.”
“I, I’m,” he looked resigned and helpless if a naked, handsome, virile looking man could look such a way.
“What?” she said through gritted teeth.
“Sit down.”
Fully dressed she stared at him, mouth open to refuse, but surprisingly, she sat. But he saw that she was perched on the edge of the bed, ready to pop up and flee, no doubt, if provoked.
“You married after all?”
“No,” he gritted.
“Hmm.”
“I have to show you something.”
“What?”
He paused. “Well, me, actually.”
Her brows rose.
“Darling, whatever you feel next, whatever you want to do, I want you to know that I would never, will never, hurt you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Miles, get on with it. I don’t like to be fucked with.”
“Please, darling,” he begged. “Will you remember that?”
“Yeah,” she said impatiently.
“I adore you,” he insisted. “I show you this because I can’t stand to hold anything back.”
“Then don’t,” she said gently, but he saw that her eyes remained hard.
Fuck. Oh well, he thought. Here goes everything.
There was a flash of light. It was so bright she didn’t just shut her eyes, Steele threw up her arm to block her face. Despite the cover when it faded she was still seeing spots. She blinked until they faded, then she blinked again, and then again.
“What the fuck?” she whispered.
Sherrod Story - Here lies your book boyfriend...naked. 