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When half-dragon Dana Logan meets gargoyle Beau Dumont at her friend’s wedding, something clicks between them. Halfway through the most passion-filled night of their lives, his phone rings and he rushes home to Montreal. Several months later, they’re in England to catch a ring of antiques smugglers, but the two can barely keep their hands off each other long enough to find the thieves. The sex between them is explosive, and they’re falling in love as well. Between battling the bad guys and fighting their feelings for each other, the two may just set London on fire. Excerpt: (Adult) “This is a very bad idea.” Beau nudged the hotel room door closed with one foot. His hands were busy finding the zipper on Dana’s green silk gown. “Horrible,” she agreed. She pushed the tuxedo jacket off his broad shoulders and started working on shirt studs. “Possibly the worst I’ve ever had.” “Definitely.” At that point, Beau decided he had better things to do with his lips than talk. He heard something rip, didn’t know if it was his shirt or her dress and he didn’t really care. He only knew that from the first taste of this woman, he’d had to have her. It felt as though his balls would actually explode if he didn’t let them have an outlet—preferably deep inside her. “Damn it!” He felt Dana teeter and held her steady with a hand at her waist as she kicked off her high heeled pumps, then stepped out of the dress that was now bunched around her ankles. She stood before him in a matching green satin bra and thong, her sleek, solid body gleaming softly in the dim light of the hotel room. He paused in his own efforts to admire the sensual picture before him, one hand still on his zipper. She had the form of a goddess of battle or the hunt, toned and strong with sweetly curved hips and round breasts that would just fill his hands. Her smooth pussy glistened with the evidence of her passion and he dragged in a deep breath, loving the scent of her musky arousal. “Gorgeous.” The word escaped his lips before he even knew he was going to say it. Dana shook her head. “No. But I’m glad you think so.” She nudged his hand away from his zipper. Taking his trousers in both her hands, she had him unzipped in seconds and then he was the one toeing off his formal black shoes and socks and kicking it all carelessly to the side. As soon as his clothes were gone, he hauled her close and began kissing her again. She tasted of champagne and strawberries and her skin was warm to the touch. He buried one hand in her glorious tawny hair, dislodging several pins from the sophisticated coil, and fumbled at the clasp of her bra with the other. It had been a long time since he’d undressed a woman by touch. His few encounters over the last several years had been sedate and planned, not frantic with passion. Hands with long, sharp nails cruised up and down his spine, finally settling to clench on his ass while they kissed. She was strong and the notion that he wouldn’t have to constantly check his own strength fired his blood even further. Her tongue dueled with his and Beau pressed her back against the wall beside the door. The bed was maybe ten feet away and the thought flashed through his mind that he should turn and move them in that direction. Then she slid her hand between them and found his shaft. Thinking ceased to be an option. |
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