He’ll slay her demons, but his love may cost her life…
Four years ago, a strange creature attacked Tegan Ashton and no one believed her. Determined never to be a victim again, she’s devoted her life to martial arts and self-defense. When her assailant returns to finish what he started, she has to find the one man who might be able to help.
Gabriel Smith is a private investigator by day and demon slayer by night. After those closest to him were murdered, he vowed to defend people from a threat they don’t realize exists. But his biggest threat might be the feelings Tegan brings out in him. He cares–too much. And since everyone he loves dies, he has to struggle to keep things professional.
Fighting the hordes of demons on their tail is a breeze compared to dealing with the secrets they refuse to share.
Length: 250 pages
Release Date: December 30, 2013
The alcohol quickly numbed her lips and warmed her stomach. Her body swayed with the beat. Gabe was right. The blues had a definite groove to them, a strength.
Bad things happen. Roll with it.
Gabe took her hand. “The music’s too good not to dance.”
“So dancing is okay, but kissing is off-limits?”
“We’ll see how you dance. That might be banned too.” His eyes sparkled in the dim light.
She laughed and got to her feet, her body warm and ready to move. Buzzed but not drunk. Perfect for dancing.
They found a place on the dance floor, and Gabe took her in his arms. He grinned. “‘Cry to Me.’ Solomon Burke.”
The song picked up, and she grinned. “I recognize this one. I think it was in Dirty Dancing!”
Gabe rolled his eyes. “Follow my lead.”
He made it easy. He kept her body close to his, his leg pressed right between hers, their hips grinding slow and steady together.
He planted his feet and slid his hands up to her bare shoulders, sending heat to all the right places. Dipping her back, he slowly swooped her torso around and back up to meet his eyes. When she came back up she fought to keep her hands from exploring his chest.
Fire and hunger filled his gaze. He took her hands in his and put them up around his neck. He bent down, resting his forehead against hers while they moved to the slow, sexy beat of the tune.
She caught the sweet smell of whiskey on his breath, tempting her to taste his lips.
Her entire body was scorching, and it had nothing to do with the tequila.
Gabe moved her around the floor, leading her as though they’d danced together for years. Her pulse thrummed. Being this close to him was more intoxicating than any drink at the bar. She wished the song would never end.
“You make my better judgment fly out the window.” His voice was deep, his lips so close to hers that his words brushed across her skin. “I wish…” He shut his mouth and straightened, pushing her away into a turn. He tugged her hand, and she wound into his arms again.
“Should I be sorry?” She wet her lips. “Because I don’t think I am.”
“That’s the rub.” His gaze dipped to her lips, then back to her eyes. “I don’t want you to be sorry later.”