How about a snippet from CHAOS BURNING? Simon is giving Lark his best game and she knows she’s hopelessly outgunned…
Bound By Magick: CHAOS BURNING by LAUREN DANE
Copyright 2012, Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, The Berkley Publishing Group
When she went out and realized he’d lit candles all over the deck where the hot tub was, she realized she was defenseless against the charm. He interested her. She liked him. It wasn’t like a first date really because she’d already gotten close to him as a friend. Which she had to admit made her weak because she wanted to see what was next for them not just as friends but as more-than-friends.
Which was so silly. So. Silly. He was a prince. A big, gorgeous male specimen used to life’s finest things. Used to women who knew what the labels on stuff made in the last ten years meant. Women who used Spanx and got pedicures. She didn’t do any of that. She shopped in thrift stores. She wouldn’t balk at spending six hundred dollars on a weapon, but she’d never spend that on shoes or a purse.
She was not his type. She didn’t fit in his world.
And it didn’t matter. Not then.
He waited, leaning against the rails. She loved that moment, when he hadn’t turned yet so she could take in him. Devour him from the bare feet, up those powerful calves and thighs. The high, tight butt showcased so lovingly in his snug swim trunks.
And the expanse of his back with all his tattoos and marks. Just so ridiculously beautiful, this man. And she was totally going to let him get way past second base before things were done that night.
He’d turned at her approach and made no attempt to hide the way he took her in from head to toe. His face darkened when he went back to her bruise. Her heart sped at that perusal. So ridiculously protective and masculine. This was the problem with alpha males, they emitted so much testosterone and hot-guy stuff she lost her head. Her normal type didn’t befuddle her in the slightest. But there she stood, fighting a blush like a teenage girl. He’d had six hundred years to perfect the weapon of his charm. She was twenty-five; how the heck could she even compete?
“Come on. I hope you don’t mind that I’ve opened some champagne.”
She took his hand and allowed him to help her up and then she stepped into the steamy, bubbly water and groaned as she sat. “This is soooo good, Simon. Just what I needed.”
“I’m glad.” He got in and sat close. Goose bumps made themselves at home on her arms as the heat of him wrapped around her body.
He gave her a flute of champagne and then clinked his against it. “To beginnings.”
“I suppose it’s only fair to tell you.” He paused to sip his champagne and she tried not to gulp hers. “I’m a predator. So when you get so delightfully nervous and your heart speeds when I get close? It’s delicious.” He leaned close and breathed her in. “Sexy and totally irresistible. Beginnings of what this new Simon and Lark will be. Don’t deny it.”
“I . . . I don’t even know how to respond. Where did this come from?”
He shifted, putting his champagne down and then she was in his lap. He was, she also noted, really happy to see her.
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