Erin had seen some crazy stuff in her life, like the time a twister had ripped through town and Harry Jenkins’ Buick had ended up on top of the town hall. But she’d never seen a man lock a deadbolt from across the room. And she’d certainly never seen a cloud appear, indoors, and growl.
Black looked at her then, and the glint in his glassy, obsidian eyes sent a shiver up her spine. She repeated her question.
“What the Hell are you?”
He cocked his head, frowning. “I really wish you hadn’t seen that.”
Erin edged to the door and tried the lock. It was still jammed.
“Let me out.”
Black didn’t make a move to stop her, but then he didn’t have to. He simply stood there, arms crossed, looking like an underwear model with a raging hard on, and glared at her.
“I don’t think so.”
Panic exploded inside Erin’s head. “You can’t keep me here.” She crossed her own arms, tamping down her fear.
“I can.”
“People will come looking for me.”
“No one will find you.”
Oh, God he was going to chop her up in pieces or something equally as gruesome. She hadn’t escaped all those years of hell and travelled half way across the country make a new life for herself, only to have it end at the hands of a wacko magician who apparently did real magic. Probably black magic.
Erin looked around the room for another escape route. Sergeant Stanly always said to have exits in surveillance situations, just in case. She’d always wondered what the ‘just in case’ meant. Now she knew.
“I won’t tell anyone what I saw.”
“I know.” He looked thoughtful, his eyes never leaving her face. She hated how powerless she felt under his intense stare.
“Look, I’m not going to just sit here while you decide how to dispose of the body.”
“What body?”
“My body.”
His gaze traveled down her low-cut silky black top, her tight black miniskirt, bare legs and shiny red heels burning a fiery path wherever it lingered. No one had even looked at her with so raw a hunger. She shifted her weight and tried to ignore the blush burning across her cheeks.
“I can think of many more interesting things I’d like to do with your body,” he said in the dark, husky voice that instantly sent little bolts of desire straight for the throbbing point between her thighs.
Erin swallowed. She wasn’t one of those wack jobs that got a sexual charge out of fear. Black must be using some sort of mind trick on her, making her want him, even as the logical side of her brain told her to mace him and get the hell out of there.
She licked her dry lips, unable to stop the question. “Like what?”
He cocked his head and smiled. Sort of. “You are extraordinarily brave for a human. Or extraordinarily stupid.”
Erin’s gritted her teeth. “I’m not stupid.”
He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. You’re not leaving. Not yet.”
“You can’t keep me here.”
“I can do whatever I want with you.”
“I’ll scream.”
“Go ahead.”
No one had come running when the blond was screaming her head off. It made sense that no one would be coming to Erin’s rescue, either, since not a single soul on the face of the Earth even knew she was here.
Rookie PI Erin McKay is thrilled to land her first big assignment digging up dirt on Las Vegas’ sexiest and most illustrious headliner. But when Erin discovers more about the mysterious illusionist than she could ever imagine and becomes a captive in his luxury suite high above the Las Vegas strip, the one thing she can’t give is the only thing that can free her.
Jeremiah Black’s 150 year sentence on Earth is almost up and he’s not about to let one nosy little human keep him chained for eternity even if her strawberry scent and alluring taste set his body on fire. There’s only one way to free them both from the bond neither of them wants, but just as Jeremiah is poised to sever the ties that bind him to the woman who makes him feel more human than ever before, he finds that nothing is what it seems and maybe forever with Erin isn’t nearly enough.
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I've always enjoyed reading about heroes with a bit of edge to them. Up to now, I’ve given my heroines mostly nice guys to fall in love with, but when Jeremiah Black charged into my story, I knew this was my chance to write a darker hero. Jeremiah is an immortal who relishes his immortality and all the freedom and power it brings. He’s a little bit arrogant, a little bit stubborn and a whole lotta sexy. But underneath his tough, bad-boy exterior lurks a heart capable of loving a heroine strong enough and brave enough to hold her own. I hope you enjoy watching this strong, stubborn pair fight their own demons as well as each other on the way to an everlasting love.
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