ISBN # 978-1-60767-027-8
Word Count: 42,000
Heat Index (2)
Categories: Vampires/Werewolves Paranormal/Horror Shape-shifter
Available in: Adobe Acrobat
Price: $3.99Roman Aiza is the second born son of the Aiza clan. He also owns and operates a private security company and has an ongoing contract with one of Florida's most influential residents. He is patrolling at a party when he encounters a woman who will haunt him. A woman who at their first meeting, manages to walk right out of his hands when he follows her for trespassing. She manages to do this without giving Roman a single reason why she is in the depths of the house he is protecting. When he does finally locate her days later, his goal is to prove that his instincts are wrong. She is not the woman that all of his senses are clamoring for.
Yet when the daughter of Roman's largest and closest account is kidnapped and held for ransom, will they be able to build a trust between them? Or will their own secrets keep them apart?
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Trusting Delilah kept my attention from first word to last. This is a story that grabs all the emotions and the senses.
Judith Rochelle, Author of Cutter's Law and Redemption.
Excerpt:
"Hey, did you even go home?" Roman asked, snapping her thoughts back to the present.
"How long have you been there?" she shot back, perturbed that she hadn't heard him come in. Again.
"Long enough to wonder." He stepped in and her annoyed mood deflated.
"Please tell me one of those is for me," she said, eyeing the large steaming coffees in his hold.
"If you admit to how much sleep you got. Truthfully," he amended. He cocked one of his dark brows at her and waited.
"Enough. Does it matter?" She tried to restrain the biting tone. She hated being questioned.
"Do you ever give an easy answer?" he sighed, holding the coffee back.
"It's ingrained. And no." When he didn't move to offer her one, she heaved a disgusted sound. "Fine," she snapped. "I got my usual—between three and five hours."
"Is there anything normal about you?" he asked as he handed her a hot cup of flavored caffeine.
She sipped gratefully, licking the warmth from her upper lip, savoring the mocha flavor. She watched as he sat down, his long legs dwarfing the chair, and had to remind herself that involvement was not going to happen.
"I'm sorry. What did you say?" she said, avoiding the question.
He shook his head as he chuckled at her softly. "Delilah, has anyone ever cracked you? You've got to be the toughest nut I've ever run across."
"Takes one to know one," she shot back playfully. His angular face lightened when she gave him a smile. "And again, the answer is no."
"You know, when you put it that way," he said in a quiet, teasing voice. "I could take that as a challenge."
She swallowed. This was becoming too easy, too comfortable. "It's better if you don't," she reminded him in a husky tone, the coffee warming her voice as well as her body, avoiding the dark hungry depths of his gaze. "I keep telling you, I'm not someone you'll be proud of. I'm not the kind to invite to dinner at Mom's. You'll be disappointed."
His gaze was intense when his equally rich voice reached her, bringing her vision back up. "Delilah, I don't know how to tell you this, but you're wrong."
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"How long have you been there?" she shot back, perturbed that she hadn't heard him come in. Again.
"Long enough to wonder." He stepped in and her annoyed mood deflated.
"Please tell me one of those is for me," she said, eyeing the large steaming coffees in his hold.
"If you admit to how much sleep you got. Truthfully," he amended. He cocked one of his dark brows at her and waited.
"Enough. Does it matter?" She tried to restrain the biting tone. She hated being questioned.
"Do you ever give an easy answer?" he sighed, holding the coffee back.
"It's ingrained. And no." When he didn't move to offer her one, she heaved a disgusted sound. "Fine," she snapped. "I got my usual—between three and five hours."
"Is there anything normal about you?" he asked as he handed her a hot cup of flavored caffeine.
She sipped gratefully, licking the warmth from her upper lip, savoring the mocha flavor. She watched as he sat down, his long legs dwarfing the chair, and had to remind herself that involvement was not going to happen.
"I'm sorry. What did you say?" she said, avoiding the question.
He shook his head as he chuckled at her softly. "Delilah, has anyone ever cracked you? You've got to be the toughest nut I've ever run across."
"Takes one to know one," she shot back playfully. His angular face lightened when she gave him a smile. "And again, the answer is no."
"You know, when you put it that way," he said in a quiet, teasing voice. "I could take that as a challenge."
She swallowed. This was becoming too easy, too comfortable. "It's better if you don't," she reminded him in a husky tone, the coffee warming her voice as well as her body, avoiding the dark hungry depths of his gaze. "I keep telling you, I'm not someone you'll be proud of. I'm not the kind to invite to dinner at Mom's. You'll be disappointed."
His gaze was intense when his equally rich voice reached her, bringing her vision back up. "Delilah, I don't know how to tell you this, but you're wrong."
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