***Excerpt***
I
could hear the sound of the galloping horse way before I could
see it. I knew it was Alec. No matter what I did or said to
him, the man had a stubborn habit of tailing me. He was
relentless. In spite of my turmoil, I couldn’t help but
wonder if he was as relentless in other areas of his life as
well. That focused, determined passion would be irresistible in
bed. I quickly wiped my tears off my face, feeling both my
cheeks were burning.
He stopped at a considerable distance
when he found me and just stared at me, apparently deciding on
how to proceed. Alec took his time, approaching me at a slow,
cautious pace, as he would approach a small, frightened animal
which would dash away at the least provocation.
“I really
can’t get five minutes alone?” I grouched, looking at him
through speculative eyes.
For a moment he appeared
disconcerted and I felt a sad satisfaction.
“It is part of
my job description,” he murmured quietly, stopping a few feet
away.
I shook my head, tired of hearing the same old
explanation over and over again. “Is kissing me a part of
your job description too?” I demanded.
“You kissed me
back,” he retorted in a calmly manner. Alec never gave
anything away, none of what he was feeling. It infuriated
me.
“It will never happen again. I don’t want you to
touch me.” I managed.
“Oh, really? I could make you beg
me to touch you,” he said simply. The smug grin he wore,
displaying his perfect white teeth, was the epitome of defiance
to me. In a matter of seconds he changed from calm and
reasonable to imposing and defiant, faster than a chameleon
could change the color of its skin. But instead of anger I
could feel excitement sparking through my veins like wild
fire.
I jumped to my feet and I halfway expected him to step
back, but he stood his ground. “Why did you do it? What are
you trying to achieve? Is this some kind of game to you?” I
drew back my fist as if to strike out at him, but he caught it
easily. His hands wrapped around my wrists, holding me
securely. “Let go!” I cried.
“Be still,” he
commanded. His voice was dark velvet, raspy with magic and sex.
I stared into his eyes. I didn’t understand the sensations
rioting through me. It was frightening. Alec’s jaw clenched.
He made a noise—a growl—and suddenly his mouth crushed down
on mine and plundered, taking me completely off guard. The kiss
warmed me, his tongue tasting until I was panting, furious at
myself for wanting more. I writhed against him trying to
escape, but he was too strong and demanding. My struggles
resulted in my breasts scrubbing across his hard chest, making
my nipples feel swollen and heavy, betraying me. I stilled and
he finally allowed me to breathe, but I was trapped in his
arms.
Alec was breathing harshly, his eyes clashed with
mine, then moved down to kiss my swollen lips one more time. I
couldn’t handle it, so I jerked my face away. “I want
more,” he groaned, releasing my right wrist. With gentle but
firm movements he twisted my hair around his hand until I had
no choice but to look at him. There was a heat in his eyes
which belied the mildness and candor of his countenance. He had
no right to appear so in control when my flesh was tight and
achy and I needed...
Damn him! Mr. Confusing has done it
again.
“Say you never want it to happen again,” he
whispered a few inches away from my face, his eyes daring
me.
“I...I never want it to happen again,” I replied in
a peremptory whisper, ignoring the pulse of need pounding
between my thighs.
“Liar...” He freed me from his grip
and returned to his horse. He mounted him and then waited
expectantly for me to follow him.
I was not sure why I did
it, but I fulfilled his silent wish and got up on my horse,
joining him. My mind, my emotions and my heart were in total
disarray.
The horses quickened their pace, broke into a trot
and then went into a canter side by side.
There were so many
unanswered questions swirling inside my brain, but I was afraid
to address them to him, afraid of what he might tell me, of
what I might discover.
Images of our passionate embrace
danced in front of my eyes. I shook my head, but the feeling
wouldn’t go away. No matter how much I fought not to allow
him to tempt me, I found it impossible to resist him. The more
I tried, the more intense the longing grew, startling me. Fear
twisted in my gut as I realized I was slowly but surely losing
control over my own will. I forbade myself to scream in
frustration or show any sign of weakness.
We reached the
stables and let John take care of the horses before we started
for the house.
“Kristen...” Alec addressed me by my name
for the first time, a question and an apology in his tone.
A
fine tremor rocked me and a tingle sprang to life in my
breasts, stopping me in my tracks. I had never dreamed the
sound of one man’s voice speaking my name could invoke such
longing within me.
His hand gently locked around my arm and
spun me around to face him. “Look...I’m sorry if I upset
you today. I really am. I couldn’t—”
“Don’t.
Alec...please don’t tease me. What happened today was wrong.
I never should have kissed you. We don’t know each other...at
all. You don’t even respect me or what I say to you. I don’t
know what Mother would say. A bodyguard daring to kiss her
daughter...” I blinked, trying to picture her reaction.
“I’m
not afraid of her or anybody else,” he said dryly.
“Perhaps
you should be.”
“I’m not. I’m my own man. But it
looks like you’re afraid of her. You wouldn’t even breathe
if she told you not to.”
“That’s not true.” I
frowned.
“Then why do you care so much about what she may
have to say in regard to us?”
“There is no ‘us’,
Alec! Whatever this is, it never happened. For your sake and
mine, just drop it before it ends badly.”
“Badly...as in
you falling in love with the son of a mere bodyguard?”
I
trembled. “I’ll never fall in love. Not with you, nor with
any other man. So forget it!”
“Never say never,
sweetheart.” He took one last long look at me before
strolling away. I felt like I’d been run over by a
steamroller.
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****AUTHOR BIO***
Emily
A. Lawrence lives in Transylvania with her family, hence her
love for vampires and paranormal books. She is extremely
passionate about fiction and has been writing stories, mostly
fan fiction, for years now, but only began thinking seriously
about publishing approximately a year ago. Having her family's
support, and encouraged by friends and fellow authors, she
pursued her dream of becoming a published author.
Emily
loves creating new characters with whom readers can identify
themselves, and losing herself in their worlds. Usually, she
writes contemporary romance in three heat levels: sweet,
sensual and erotic. However, she would like to try her hand at
other genres one day, such as paranormal or mystery.
When
she's not writing, she enjoys traveling and experiencing new
cultures, new sceneries, food and meeting new people, or simply
reading a good book.
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