Mystic Hearts (MF)

Band of Friends 2

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 80,065
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Nothing is as it seems…

Temptation landed at Special Agent Larry Newman’s feet—literally. Charlene Smith captured his heart after he rescued her from terrorists two months ago. A failed relationship and abusive child have turned him into a loner and workaholic. The scars weigh heavily on him and keep him from pursuing her. So what’s a guy to do when the woman he pines for passes out in front of him while working a case?

Battling psychological wounds from abduction is easier than coming face to face with the sexy FBI agent she’s fantasized about for months. As single mother, she chooses to avoid the drama that dating would bring to her son’s life. So she only allows Larry close in her dreams. Now, she's second-guessing her decision. Should she have a relationship with this man who makes her feel alive just by being close?

Mystic Hearts (MF)
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Mystic Hearts (MF)

Band of Friends 2

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 80,065
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His breath drifted across her face, stirring a desire she’d only felt once before. Impossible, as Larry had been the only man who’d stimulated outrageous cravings. A hallucination can’t do that. Can it?

He slid another finger down her cheek. She quivered. The electricity produced a throbbing in her body and prevented her from grasping onto any one emotion. One second, she was delusional, the next, she melted. “How can I feel you?”

“You’re not asking the right question.” His voice filled with mischief.

The one she asked seemed important. “What is the right one?”

His hands slapped the wall on each side of her head, trapping her. Anticipating an imprisoned impression, she tensed.

It didn’t occur. “What is the right—” Her whisper broke off when he moved closer, aligning his over six-foot stature perfectly to her five-foot-five frame.

“Why do I allow you?” he asked, his voice teasing.

Good question, yet why did he joke? Was this a game to him? “Why?”

A mere fraction stood between their bodies, and she wanted to taste him, have his lips move across hers.

“I’ve wanted you since the day I saw you,” he whispered.

Her vision cleared. She bit her lip and gazed into his eyes, watching as the gold flecks sparkled. “Larry?” she asked, her voice a little louder than a whisper.

His dark, intense brows that made guys look extremely sexy, lifted. “Were you expecting someone else?”

She shook her head and let her eyes drift down the open shirt. Broad shoulders, flat abs framed by a narrowed waist. He had that sleek, muscled look that said he had kicked ass.

He lifted her chin with his finger, bringing her gaze back to his. “A woman’s wet lips captivate a man.” His eyes shifted to her mouth.

She fought the urge to squirm. The man was potent.

“When moisture forms on them,” his voice dropped an octave, “it lets him know if he’s worthy to touch her.”

The seduction warmed her already overheated body. “Are you…worthy?”

“Your lips say so.”

The air crackled between them.

Her pulse raced, throwing her back onto the merry-go-round ride. This time, her vision wasn’t distorted, her heart was.

“I’ve dreamed of doing this.”

If she was hallucinating, she didn’t want the delirium to end.

He leaned toward her, his mouth coming in for the capture. She couldn’t wait. Her lips parted.

His soft lips glided over hers. The kiss so delicate, so gentle, she felt like the treasure at the end of a rainbow. A gem someone looked long and hard to find. The hallucinations had played tricks on her all night.

Is this another trick?

She had to touch him to find out if she lived a dream or not. She placed her hands on his hardened pecs. Every nerve ending in her palms shot a jolt of awareness between her legs. If this was an illusion, she wanted more. Lots more.

A low growl escaped him, vibrating through her body. He nipped her bottom lip before taking the kiss deeper. His tongue tangled with hers, urging a response and threatening to pull well-hidden passion out of the secure hiding place she’d created two years ago.

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