Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Paula Calloway
Word Count :37440
Publication Date :2011-06-19
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-55410-656-1
No matter how dark life seems there is always...hope.
Blind and cursed, Angelique Sterling finds herself drawn into a world she never knew existed. Cursed and powerful, Nicholas Von Buren finds himself easily influenced by the unexpected surprise of an alluring touch he feels.
Embracing each other, their self-proclaimed curses become gifts in the smoldering eyes of the other. Their souls swirling in a tempest of want and need, Angelique and Nicholas find something rare and unique.
Their time interrupted, their world threatened, this pair step forward to close the open door leading into a realm most fear to tread. Trapped between worlds with their fate in the hands of their powers, they become ensconced in a battle for their lives.
Nicholas stood before her, his voice deep and warm, “I would consider it a pleasure, and some things are never forgettable.”
She cleared her clouded mind and settled her hands on his forearms. Her nimble fingers glided along the silky material of his shirt toward his shoulders. His muscles rippled beneath the material. Her touch encountered his neck, then his face as her hands eased down the front of his chest and discerned a pirate style shirt. A romantic? Warm, deep breaths drew her palm to rest on his upper body and feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. The rhythm soothed, calmed. “What color is your shirt?”
Surprised by the softness of his voice, she secretly longed to see green. Especially forest green. Her fingers glided to his neck and, ever gentle, trekked along his jugular vein. The closeness of his breath warmed her face while the steadfast strength of his pulse propelled a tremor through her veins. She guided her fingers along his square jaw to a small cleft on his chin. A picture drawn by her touch, she committed the detail to memory, then traversed across more of his perfectly chiseled features.
She trailed her forefinger over his lips. Twitches at the corners of his mouth indicated his attempt not to smile. Her mind listened to the voice within while the knowledge revealed by her touch conjured up a psychic image. As her hands reached his smooth forehead, she discovered massive height. The picture in her mind revealed a sinfully handsome face. She stepped forward enough to fondle his soft and wavy hair until her fingers discovered the ends just past his shoulder blades. “What color is your hair?”
“Chestnut brown with reddish glints.”
The seductive whisper in his voice coaxed her heart to skip a beat. She stepped back, regained her composure, and shook off the effect. Her fingers explored his face a second time. With her arms lowered, she whispered, “By the will of the Goddess.”
The tone of his voice scattered gooseflesh over her body. Angelique shivered and sensed the intensity of his look. Her face grew hot. “Forgive me. I’ve been blind since birth and learned to be a bit forward at times. I don’t know colors, but it’s nice to hear them.”
“I’m not offended, and it seems you’ve been granted a phenomenal gift or, as you call it, a curse. I’m six-foot-five, look twenty-nine, and weigh two hundred-thirty pounds. By all means, please continue,” he urged.
“You don’t mind?”
“Not in the least.” His invite openly intended to beckon, he captured her hands and settled her fingers over his cheeks. “We were here.”
She shivered. “Uh, yes, I know.”
Nicholas released her hands. “My eyes have been described as warm brown.”
Angelique trailed her hands down his handsome face and over his throat, then skipped over his chest before she made a fool of herself. Hesitant at his taut stomach, her fingers paused at the waistband of his jeans while his muscles flexed with deep breaths. Aware the patient man her hands investigated waited, she couldn’t move.
“Don’t stop now,” he whispered under his breath. He wrapped his hands around her wrists and smoothly directed her palms to the sides of his hips. “Dark gray jeans.”
Her fingers assured her the soft denim snugly fit his body. She gasped as her mind swam with the image of his narrow hips and muscled thighs. She jerked away her hands. “I didn’t mean—”