Coming to Samhain Publishing
April 29, 2008
Unedited Excerpt No. 1
Jordan slapped at the blaring alarm clock with enough force to knock it from the nightstand onto the floor. She opened one eye and scanned the room, hoping the light infiltrating her lids had been a lamp she’d forgotten to shut off and not the sun glaring through the windows. No such luck. Where had the night gone?
In a futile attempt to block out the day, she pulled the covers over her head. Several minutes passed before the guilt finally won out and she hauled herself from the warmth of her sheets. Yawning, she tugged the curtain back, peeked outside and squinted against the sun’s glare bouncing off the fresh dusting of snow that covered the ground and most of the cars. “Great,” she grumbled. Before she could go anywhere, she’d have to clean the annoying white stuff from her truck. Oh what she’d give to move somewhere warm.
She finished climbing from the bed and headed for the bathroom. Maybe a splash of cold water would help rid the fog inside her head. If she’d been on the ball last night, she would have set the coffeepot to brew this morning. No such luck. Without a good jolt of caffeine to wake her up, she’d have to shock her system instead. Pausing at the closed door, she cocked her head to one side. Funny, she didn’t remember closing it before bed last night. Then, with Derek being here things had been a little distracting, so maybe she had and simply didn’t remember. Jordan opened the door to step inside and stopped dead in her tracks. Derek stood naked, one foot on the side of the tub as he dried off. He froze. His eyes went wide as he saw her.
She couldn’t move, couldn’t tear her gaze away from the fine specimen of a man standing in front of her. Lean legs connected to solid, well-defined abs, not quite washboard, but damn close. Her gaze continued up, following his form. Light brown hair peppered his muscular chest. A large, angry red scar marred the perfect skin on his right shoulder. Most impressive of all was the fine set of equipment now hanging at half-mast between his legs. Damn if the man wasn’t built.
“I…I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were in here.” She tried to look away, but her eyes wouldn’t follow commands.
“It’s okay. I probably should have locked the door.” He stared intently at her even as she watched him. When she licked her lips, he dropped the towel. She hadn’t meant to do it, she’d wanted to turn and walk away, but her legs were lead weights, keeping her rooted in place.
He moved toward her and lifted his hand to her cheek. “Do you always watch your houseguests dry off after a shower?”
She skimmed her hand along his arm, feeling the hard muscle beneath tighten. “Not usually—then none of my house guests ever looked as good as you.”
With his thumb, he angled her chin up, his lips now millimeters away from hers. “Does that mean you like what you see?”
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