Saturday, June 27, 2009

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Aiza Clan Shifter Series Combo


Roman 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.


He captured her gaze again, his scowl deepening on his darkly glowering face. "I will repeat this only once more: Who are you?"
She met his stare head on, and for the first time, allowed herself to acknowledge the shiver sliding down her back. This man did not like being thwarted. She relented, to a degree. "Believe me, I'm not worth knowing," she told him with a careless toss of her shoulder. She leaned against her desk in a more casual way, crossing her arms, prepared for his next attack.
He stepped back, his expression slackened by her answer. "Not worth knowing?" His tone was no less stunned than the shocked light in his dark eyes.
"That is what I believe I said, so if you'll excuse me," she said, trying to move away from the desk but he stepped up again and blocked her escape. She rolled her eyes. Great! Now she was a stinking challenge. She really didn't need this. She didn't have the time for it.
"Let me get this straight. You were at the party for a confidential purpose, can shoot better than anyone I've ever met, you're a black belt in God only knows what, and you won't even tell me your name?"
"I also speak four languages. Fluently," she offered as a last dig. "And no."
"Trade me," he whispered in a husky tone. He'd somehow inched close enough to block her vision of the rest of the office from around his solid body. Her gaze flicked from side to side, but all she found was shoulders that filled her vision.
Her breathing hitched. "What?" She searched his handsome angular face directly in front of her.
He had moved in, towering over her, but for some reason her brain wasn't picking up the right commands. His arms braced her again, but the threat of violence was gone. Now she felt captured. His dark brooding eyes were hooded. She bit her lower lip, fighting to keep the trembling at bay.
His hot breath whispered over her skin as he leaned toward her. "Trade me. Meet me for dinner. I'll tell you mine in good faith. You can tell me yours at dinner."
She fought the heat that pooled in her belly at his whispered caress. She'd tasted desire, but had never allowed herself the freedom to experience it. The risks were too high, even as tempting as he was. She focused on his features, knowing what she had to do.
"I've already given you a name," she admitted, putting up her last wall. There was no way she was letting him get anything else out of her. He on the other hand, had ensured she would know everything there was to know about him by the end of the day.
"What's that?" he asked, his lips just a breath from her neck. Tingles shot down her spine again, and created a wave of awareness that made her heart trip for a new reason.
Silently she made another apology for what she was about to say, but he was way too close and way too stimulating. In a way she couldn't afford to become entangled in, not in anything that even remotely looked personal. "Son of Frankenstein."



Selene Aiza is a very compassionate woman by nature, and fiercely protective of those she cares for. A renowned doctor with gentle patient skills, she prefers the wild country of western Oregon and the secluded hospital where she can help the people who truly need her assistance. And in the depths of those wooded wilds she can keep her secrets well hidden.
She is safe until the man she encounters by pure chance becomes the hospital's first choice as co-administrator. Her secrets and her very life fall into jeopardy, and only he can save her. He could also destroy her.
"...this one is a must."
Fennel, LASR
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It was at that moment he knew she wasn’t ill, with her chest rising and falling with ragged gasps.
Her breath was a hot brand against the hand holding her chin. “Bram,” she whispered, a plea of
“Selene,” he said, lingering as he stood before her. His head tilted to hers before he realized he
couldn’t stop himself. She gasped as he made contact, a seductive heat that filled him, made him
hungry in a way he had never imagined when his mouth covered hers.
He stepped back in a rush, dropping his hands as if he’d burned himself. Maybe he had. “Oh, God!
I’m sorry,” he gasped. He shook from the power of the kiss, of her lips as they melted against him.
Her eyes flashed at him and she snaked a hand to wrap around his head. “I’m not,” she whispered,
pulling him back down.
She controlled the kiss, the heat, the hunger. It was all Selene as his hands settled at her waist,
holding himself steady. His heart beat with a trip-hammer intensity against his rib cage as she urged
him on. She moaned softly when he pressed himself against her body, the shape of her form filling
him the way her kiss was filling his senses.
She shuddered in his hold when he flicked out his tongue, touching the edge of her soft mouth.
Her reaction shot through him like a liquid fire. He became consumed by her kiss, her touch. He
became lost in her as he took the kiss over from her, feeding off of her. She moaned again, deeper, a
vibration that heated his blood to boiling.
He forced himself to stop, to lift his head. Or he would make love to her.

1 comment:

Toni Sue said...

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