TUESDAY TEASER:
A large man lay sleeping in the bed. The covers were bunched around his waist, leaving his chest uncovered. She’d never seen a chest quite like this one up close and personal. Heavily muscled and lightly furred, it was impressive. His shoulders were wide, his neck thick and a tangle of blond hair fanned out on the pillow. She swallowed, trying not to give in to panic. She was still wearing her clothing and seemed to be physically fine. That was a definite plus.
But
who the heck was he? She’d never met him before, she was sure of it. A woman
didn’t forget a man who looked like this one did. But yet, he seemed familiar
somehow. She stared at his face, which was no hardship. He was gorgeous. His
features were strong and his aquiline nose and square jaw suited him.
She
tore her gaze from him and examined the room. Think, Olivia, think! As much as
she racked her brains, she couldn’t remember how she got here. Her last memory
was of sitting in the stone chair in the hidden chamber she’d stumbled across.
Her
bracelets.
She held both arms up in the air and studied them. Relief filled her when she
realized that they were safe. The stones looked more vibrant, more alive than
she’d ever seen them. The deep amethyst seemed to glow. Olivia smiled, unable
to stop herself as she tugged her sleeves back down to cover them. Whatever had
happened when she’d sat in that chair, the bracelets had been unharmed. She
frowned as she tried to recall what had transpired next.
She
was so intent on remembering, she hadn’t realized that someone else had entered
the room. He was so close to her she could feel the heat from his body. She
jerked her gaze upward and froze. If the other man was gorgeous, this one was
devastating. Black hair flowed to his shoulders, framing his rugged face. His
nose had a bump in the center and his eyes were hooded. His brows were dark
slashes that only served to emphasize the golden amber of his eyes. He was a
predator and she was very afraid she was the prey.
Scrambling
away, she fell smack into the arms of the first man. His heavily muscled arms
closed around her, immobilizing her totally. Yet his hold on her was gentle. “I
didn’t hear you awaken.”
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